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About me - Ray Anderson

I am a writer by want, not by need. I have been writing poetry and songs for over 20 years and still I find new words and combinations each day. With each new day comes a new poem or song.

Most of the time my poems are of the darker side but once and a while

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Parenting & Pregnancy > Parenting Tips Should good grades be rewarded with cash?: 12 of 36
The debate will go on as long as there are students and parents and an economy based on money. Should a child be rewarded with cash for making good grades? As a child my grades were rewarded with cash and it made me understand the value of the dollar and to understand that everything has rewards. If you do well in anything th... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Suicide: 199 of 486
What are you afraid of when you hold your doll at night The razor laying on the dresser? Red stains spell "Help me please" on the floor. Two tiny slits on your wrists. Dark make-up running from your eyes collecting on your breast Red lipstick smeared and a mess. Veins of red burst in your eyes - Looking like a ghost No one t... More..
Creative Writing > Satire Satire: Southern stereotypes: 7 of 17
The label of "Southerner" has now become a word of the past. Long ago when someone thought of a southerner , he thought of a person with no teeth that talked with a southern drawl . Now , no matter what country you go to , you see those same people but the label has changed. I live in Texas so I am not considered a true "sou... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love: 331 of 784
Mighty ocean spreads before me As I stand on the precipice I look to the arms of the sea And long for their embrace The arms of a willing lover My final resting place. A hollow shell is all I am Nothing inside any more I want to just take that step And close my final door But as a cool wind starts to blow Her voice comes to ... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Encountering strange people on vacation: 3 of 6
Moscow, Russia. I had just landed on the airplane to a world of cold and ice. I didn't know the language and I didn't know a single soul in the entire country. I had no clue where to even go to find a place to stay. I went through passport control and into the main airport after getting my luggage. I looked around and I was ... More..
Entertainment > Music Reviews (Other) Song lyric analysis: The Pot, by Tool: 1 of 2
The Pot is another of Maynards show of deep-seeded lyrics and thoughts. Some of his words seem not to make sense at first , but as you dig deeper in his brain things seem to become more clear. I have noticed that he writes a lot like me in his songs; dark, strange lyrics that you have to think about to understand. This is my... More..
Sports & Recreation > Camping The ins and outs of camping etiquette: 8 of 14
The smell of the fire ; the feel of the outdoors ; the silence of the woods... shattered by the campers next to you blaring the radio at maximum volume ! Kids running around screaming and yelling at the top of their lungs ! How many times has this happened to you when you were on a nice family vacation? Nothing can be as nerv... More..
Travel > Air Travel & Airlines Great gift ideas for frequent air travelers: 11 of 19
As a frequent flier I can offer some good tips for some gift ideas for your air traveler. There are normally two types of air travelers and they each have some different needs , but they share some needs all the same. There is the passenger that will fly only a short distance and the long distance flier. It makes no differen... More..
Relationships & Family > Successful Dating Single-parent dating strategies: 35 of 48
Single-Parent dating . The words echo across the room. Most of the time you hear the topic brought up by the woman dater , but what about us men that are also single-parents? Granted , we are few and far between , but there are those men out there that have children , too , and dating for us can be just as difficult as for th... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Guilt: 42 of 57
I have this curse inside me A disease of boiling hatred Don't know how it got there Only wish it would go away. When I sleep at night it fades Into the darkness of my soul But when I am awake I breathe it into the world. No one can help me quell it And no one can understand I am me - but yet, I'm not I'm lead by another's ha... More..