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Hi, this is Dessie Malone, but you could call me Bill if you'd like. I got myself married and am finally pregnant with our first and I'm loving every second of it.I am a secondary education major-social studies. I consider myself one of the luckiest people

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Mirrors: 2 of 80
HauntedThere are many mirrors in my lifehaunting me forevermore in this old, shameful placeThey resonate what I am not proud ofThey capture the emptiness and regret upon my faceThe mirrors reflect imagesThese effigies are diseased by the darkSo, they remain illuminated by my own fearThe speculum of my inner soul- left starkIf... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Clutter: 2 of 42
The Cluttered RoomI tumbled over several booksthat I never, once, did readI collapsed onto old,tangled wiresThat made the skin under my fingernails bleedI found an old,melancholy forksitting in a three week old TV dinner trayI found what looked like expired pizza couponsdrenched with horrific filth and decayI stepped on a thu... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Falling in love: 31 of 614
A New AtmosphereLift my handsLift my feetOur time has comeOur souls shall meetDrift awayDrift to outer spaceOur safe harbor is patientOur hearts are face to faceYour song touched my starsYour life was mine repeatedI seen my laughter in your eyesI knew the moon was not yet defeatedMore time to spendMore time with youI kept my ... More..
Food & Drink > Pasta, Grain & Rice Recipes Recipes: Ramen Noodle Soup variations: 1 of 10
10 Creative Ways to Make Classic Ramen Noodle Soup BetterWhen I was younger I began to dread when I asked my mom what was dinner and she said 'Carmen Specialty' because 'Carmen Specialty' meant Ramen Noodle Soup again tonight. She called it that to avoid saying the dirty 'R' word , Ramen noodles. And, yes, she named it after ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Stubbornness: 1 of 10
*Make Believe Sandwiches*The unforgiving food stamp line,so long and dreadful,like the never ending hallwayfrom a nightmare some kid just had in a horror movieShe turns awayashamed that she was thereHer worse fear is the thoughtthat someone she knows has just seen her in that lineSo, she goes home with a heavy heartand a ligh... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Rape: 7 of 68
Bent SmileI washed my bodybecause dirt was thereI chopped it all offMaybe it was my hair?I threw away those high heelsand v-neck shirtsI now wear sweatersMaybe it was my short skirts?I tossed out my makeupand everything in that caseI now wear a maskMaybe it was my face?I bent my smileto twist my grinI eat a lot nowMaybe I was... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Abstract poems: 64 of 576
ThankyouHappiness consumes my soulA feeling long searched forDrunk with your coincidencesAmazed by your intentI soaked into the lightSpilled over by your soulI swam into a sea of fateWas rescued by your good timingWe laugh about a situationthat has come to be knownas our distant memoriesOur memories are aliveWrap your arms ar... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Sing to me: 2 of 14
Sing to MeAll loneliness has subsidedTimes are growing olderPeople are changingThe ageless are dieing to be bolderMistakes not made just lack of what seems to be rightI came into this not knowingI would be praying for more time with you in my lightAliveThat's how you make me feelyour perfect spiritYou defy all what I once bel... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Understanding: 8 of 43
The NeighborHe's your neighborand mine tooHe never did anything wrongto me or to youBut, what you don't seeas you check your mailis that he just can't stopHe knows he has to go to HellYou see, my friendhe knows where you liveYou don't think he notices thedirty looks that you give?He had a problem since hewas a very young boyW... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Forgotten: 17 of 49
Forgotten ThingsThere on the corner of Jackson and Kennedyappeared a solemn wooden chair-tainted with missing paint chipsthat revealed a darker, less vibranthue of time long gone.And on that forgotten chair,sat an old forgotten man.His loneliness consumed him,but every morning at eight o'clock sharp,he displayed the only thin... More..