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blue/green eyes, dirty blond hair, enough sarcasm to sink a boat, weird sense of humor, is dyslexic, can be crazy at times, can write in split personality (o the joy i have then!)
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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Inspired by the Bible: 1 of 51

the Beginning and the EndIt talks about the beginning and that the Lord made man,In the Garden of Eden, he took a rib from man and made woman.In the garden the woman did behold and take the sin fruit,In addition, the man had a brainstorm that he had to follow suit.The Lord came and called the man to himself,However, man did n... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Night: 97 of 321

StarsI see little balls of ice, I see them in the nightThey are like the sparking scales of a fish in the skyI see the dippers up there in the big blueThere are men up there who look like night lightsThere a women that is crying a war cryWhat is blue and white? Have you a clue?Here are a little rhyme and a reasonThere are lit... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dark poems: 432 of 1317
DEATHI hear the mourning bells sounding,I see my life gone in a heartbeatI hear the wheels do a downingForever, I know that I did my last featThe day the earth opens for me, a leavenThe life we lead is going gone like a hot day on cold breath.Therefore, what are two-face one hell, and the other one heaven?Therefore, do you kn... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: On mothers: 67 of 172
A mother is kind, virtuous, and tenderShe is always there, the light in the nightShe is like a rose with her thorns that are the babiesWho can find a virtuous mother?For all her household are clothed with scarlet.For her price is far above rubies Strength and honor are her clothingThe heart of her husband doth safely trustSh... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Waiting: 96 of 179
i wait for the rain to stop in my life, in my dreamsi wait for my first hug, first kiss, and first nighti wait for my prince to come for meno more dating i am just waitingfor my prince to come for methe first one never felt right....so i am just waitingi trust in god and he will get me though the nightgive me a week and i mig... More..
Computers & Technology > Graphic Software Adobe Photoshop tips and tricks for beginners: 7 of 13
When I first used Photoshop it was a toy to me at the time. I did not know the shortcuts of itbut I know that this is what I want to do forever. Now I know Photoshop can be huge when itcomes to a beginner graphic designer. This is just a list of my shortcuts on the keyboard that I have found in the last three months. At the e... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: When it rains: 113 of 184

there is something so soothingly about rainthe way it falls, the way the sky is darkthe spring time showers are on us now......the puddler and putter of the rain on the rocksthe rain is like a dancer going down the lanethe birds are dancing and i see a lurkthe wind is blowing and making the rain dancedance, dance, dance, whet... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Thank you, God: 43 of 64

The Child I See by the LightI saw a child dressed in white, with nailed scared hands in the falling snow,As I stood there, shivering, I thought to myself "Where is the child's father?"So, I walked to the child to take, but the child came to me and he led.Looking down I saw that he was looking at my heart and he saw it all, he... More..
Religion & Spirituality > Christian Beliefs & Culture Priests should be permitted to marry: 63 of 90
to the pope I have read so reports many about married priests that is sicking. What I have read was the priests want to marry and the basics of that is in the right and it's a thing of the past becouse what does the pope know about marriage? He has never been married and I think when he dies, the issue will not die. because t... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Jesus: 140 of 196
What is Your Name?As I prayed the prayer of old, the peace folds me in sleepI dream of a little Jewish child, who calls me by my nameI said here am I, what do want of me, who sins, O little innocent ChildHe spoke; "will you follow me to the ends of the earth, to the seas of the deep?Will you love me more than life its self? W... More..