Daydreams A rag between my fingers, wipes down tables, where people sit and eat over conversation. As one side gathers dirt and food, I daydream of a day where this isn't what I do. People rush in and out, complaining about the wait, or temperature. And I smile. As I drift off to a time and place where all this doesn't reall...
Should a woman have the right to choose abortion? Absolutely. It's amazing that this is actually a topic, because in my opinion, it's really no one else's business but the woman who has to deal the her own choices. There are many reason's not to have an abortion, yes, I understand that. But there are also options and if what...
Dear Ava How do I say goodbye to you Cause you simply cannot stay Caught in days of suffering Where mom can't find her way Can I ever look at you Without wanting you back Sorry you can't be my own To save you all the slack So if you ever wonder Where you blood it truly lies Listen as the birds will sing Or gaze into the skie...
Walking down a couple of steps, into my yard, with trees that seemed to go on forever, there was a buzz going off in the background, somewhere behind the many leafy branches. Knowing my dad was home, I called out for him many times, "Daddy! Daddy! Where are you daddy?" The only thought that went through me at that time, most...
Pre-School Teacher Who were you to bring me shame Must be rather cool. Never recognize your blame How bold, I looked a fool. So young to learn humility In front of all my peers. Remembering it vividly The stem of all my fears. Who were you to rape me Of my self-esteem A mighty lonely soul Not exactly what you seem. Anger jus...
Lost the war on drugs... Who's fighting the battle, the parents or the children? In my opinion, the war on drugs isn't a battle to be won, but more an inner battle of suppressed feelings these children feel. Having been there and back myself, I will speak for me. Growing up there were always D.A.R.E. programs to warn us abou...
There are many forms of art, each one taking on it's own persona of individual passion. With art we are capable of expression. Without expression, this world would be a pretty boring place, don't you think? One of my favorite forms of art is writing, of course, hence why I am doing this. There seems to be an infinite amount ...
Contemplating the meaning of life.... something I do constantly. My whole experience has been getting off track and finding my innocence after living through pain. And knowing now it's something I always bring on myself. So what is the meaning of life? Well my guess is simple, love. To love one another, unconditionally. It's...
Daydreams A rag between my fingers, wipes down tables, where people sit and eat over conversation. As one side gathers dirt and food, I daydream of a day, where this isn't what I do. People rush in and out, complaining about the wait, or temperature. And I smile. As I drift to a time where all this doesn't really matter. Pic...
Testimonies of learning to play the guitar from my experience are as follows: Let me start by saying, playing the acoustic guitar is one of the most beautiful and disciplined things I've ever done for myself. It took a lot of time and patience on my part to actually sit down and learn to strum this amorous instrument. Many h...
Celeste Vitello
Member since: August 2007
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