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I am a 44 year old married mother of 3. I enjoy writing, spending time with my children.
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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Mourning: 12 of 164
Who are you, and where do you come from? Are you my brother or my father? Who is it that catches me when I'm about to fall? I can hear you speak to me when danger comes to call. I often see you in my dreams You come to tell me how you are. Its been twenty years gone The wound is healed but I still have the scar. Often times ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Deadbeat fathers: 7 of 51
She's just a 16 year old girl. Hasn't seen her daddy since she was eight Confused emotions between love and hate. What kind of man denies his own flesh and blood? Tears falling down her face, like a catastrophic flood. Broken promises, made long ago, to him she is nothing but a Jane Doe. "I'll never leave you, Daddy will alw... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Struggle in life: 70 of 425
I am not black, and I am not white, some call me mixed. My ethnicity is crucial to my identity, do not be so transfixed. In not red, In not green, I'm not an Alien, I didn't come off a spaceship. Don't judge my Parents because they are black and white. They teach me to love all humanity, no matter what the plight. I'm not ch... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Regret: 58 of 300
When I was a little girl, you tried to teach me right from wrong. Yet I wouldn't listen, still knowing that you were right all along. As I grew older, we had our battles often, I didn't understand, all I wanted was to make my own demands. The last time I saw you, I never even said I loved you, I always thought you would be t... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pain in life: 157 of 594
Forgotten Apologies When you think about what you've lost, Think about what you've gained, because usually It isn't the same. When you lost that love of your life, remember this There's always gonna be another first kiss. When the tears fall down your face, and your tired of the crying, think of this. Your hearts not really ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life: 386 of 1201
Under the stars, by far the twinkle fades Light in the distance, of man unmade.. cascades fall to the earth, for the evil outweighs its worth. Destroy this hell on earth, never more a rebirth. Sands of time, unwind, in the belly of the snake. Fate unfolds, for all who partake. Fifth star has fallen, red flames as the eyes of... More..
Society & Lifestyle > Family Values Manners and morals of today's children and teens: 27 of 74
Youth gangs are not just something that started today in America. Cities have had to deal with gang-related problems for years. Gangs are predominately territory oriented. Each gang has its own turf and graffiti boundaries. Anyone who does not belong in the area and resembles a rival gang member may become the subject of att... More..
Computers & Technology > Internet Security & Safety (Other) Determining the safety of Myspace for kids: 5 of 13
I am a My Space addict. Am I a teen? No, I am a Mother of 3, 44 years old and communicate with most of my friends and family on My Space. So what's the big deal you ask? Since My Space was founded in the summer of 2003, by Tom Anderson and Chris De Wolfe, more than a million teens, adults, musicians and even actors have join... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love: 466 of 784
If only God made our hearts sweat unlike bleeding from the pain of a lost love longing just to continue and trying to forget.. Which would you think better? Bleeding or sweating? Living the rest of your life only regretting? Tears or our fears? Pain or our joys? Having a love that is real or one that destroys? Some people ar... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dark poems: 823 of 1301
They call it depression Could that be the winter that reminds me of death? The frigid air cutting through me, as if to kill my warm heart. A corpse, a coffin, a cold hole six foot deep. In autumn I will prepare like that of the bear, filling my belly with fresh berries Then retreat to my den Prepared on the hillside Falling ... More..