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I am a mother of two young boys and enjoy writing as a past time. I feel as if I can free myself within my writing. My ultimate goal is to be read and to have the reader connect to my work.

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Addiction: 10 of 304

Wasted Your eyes are weary. Your heart is cold. You risk it all, for a shot at gold. Treasures you have wasted on a worthless game. You'll never get it back. You'll never be the same. You'll keep on going back until you've spent your last buck. You're praying for a break, and squandering your luck. What will you do? What wil...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Clean and dirty: 2 of 38

My love for you was pure the kind of love that one should be lucky enough to feel in their lifetime. I cared for you each day I listened to your heart I was always there when you needed me I cleaned up all your messes I waited for you each night I expected the same pure clean love in return someone who appreciated all I had ...
Society & Lifestyle > Society & Lifestyle (Other) What to do when things don't go as planned: 1 of 14

Everyone knows that life rarely goes as planned. Although, we try to cover all the bases, unexpected happenings can have a serious effect on the best laid plans. When things don’t go as planned due to unforeseen circumstances, it may seem as if all is lost, but it is possible to embrace the changes for a positive outco...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Drug addiction: 22 of 277

Robot There was a time I knew you, That time is gone away. All that's left is a robot, and I fear it's here to stay. You tell me that you love me, and you look me in the eye. You say it like you mean it, but I feel like it's a lie. You thought you'd try it once, and now it leads you by the hand. You say it takes you to a pla...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Spiritual: 74 of 596

Awakening Sometime during the dark, lonely night I felt you brush a tear from my cheek. Stirring me from a restless slumber, your gentle, consuming touch reminded me that it was okay to weep, that it was okay to feel lost. Dissatisfaction dissolved into harmony, as I felt your arms lifting me tenderly, on a silken cloud of t...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dogs: 25 of 186

Whiskey You burst into my heart with your fuzzy grin and wagging tail never angry never judging always loving always nudging my hand for the next great pet. I was never lonely I was never truly sad you were always there for me you were always loyal my best friend, you were.... and I will never forget the precious memories yo...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Miscarriage: 8 of 59

Sweet Jasmine You came as if by miracle And blossomed within my womb Like the sweet Jasmine flower I felt you begin to bloom. My heart was consumed By a precious new love The kind that never falters And is blessed from up above. I never really knew What it was to truly need To crave and to feel you grow From an infinitesimal...
Sciences > Astronomy How to teach kids about the night sky: 1 of 6

There is nothing more magical than gazing upon the clear night sky. Its mysteries captivate imagination and spark creativity in children the minute they first gaze upon it. Children are easily intrigued by the wonder of the stars and the phases of the moon, so you will discover you have a willing audience to teac...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Socks: 16 of 91

Thank you to my socks for warming up my toes but when my feet get sweaty it crinkles up my nose. I try to keep you clean and smelling like a rose but the dryer gnome eats you where you go noone knows. Thank you to my socks even when your full of holes your all that's in the drawer still... padding for my ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Childhood: 32 of 169

Today Tommy is your best friend Captains of the great sand ship You conquer the world And ravage the seas Then take to the sky Together soaring above the land Catching butterflies and Squealing with delight. Today is the best day ever Innocent and free You dream beyond What your blue eyes can see This playground is your stag...