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I am the things I write about. Each article is derived from something that I am passionate about. Many of them can still stir deep emotions within myself. Yes, sometimes they even bring tears to my eyes. I love that my "stories" and articles can provoke such

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Turmoil: 3 of 33

Time now is the time to open your eyes to realize It is not about you or me It is about what we leave behind I don't like what our children will find a life of struggle filled with violence and corruption death and destruction Are you proud of that legacy? Not me I want our children to live happy and free.
Society & Lifestyle > Social Values & Norms Signs of decline for our world: Losing hope that the world will be better for the next generation: 1 of 7

I remember learning about the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution of the United States. I remember learning about how people wanted simple rights and that desire bringing them to America. The stories filled me with pride. I felt lucky to live in a place built upon courage, strength and the idea of equality. Then...
Health & Fitness > HIV / AIDS AIDS Awareness: Where have all the ribbons gone?: 1 of 6

AIDS is not a world away hidden in some box. It is here. AIDS will claim the lives of all who cross its path. It is a disease hat doesn't care who you are or where you are from. So far, people seem oblivious to the horror of It. It is as if people feel they have some kind of force field that it can not penetrate. AIDS has pe...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: I believe...: 14 of 55

all that I am all that I can be you taught me to believe can't you see I did believe because of u If you would have said; I could fly on faith alone I would have flown You were everything to me You were my world, my peace my champion, protector and hero Best of all u were my daddy until I was taken, and finally returned to a...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Poems for children: 75 of 213

Your tiny hands reached out for mine A perfect fit for all of time. You came to me from the heavens above My precious love. And I gave you my heart With the promise that we would never part. All the stars in the skies can't compare to your eyes. or the soul I see looking back at me. I love to watch you laugh and play and lis...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: If I were young again: 14 of 31

REMEMBER Do you remember ... pig tails and magic spells? Remember lollipops , gumdrops, Baby dolls and basket balls? IMAGINATION Pretending to fly and eating a mud pie Playgrounds and running around? Quiet time and nap time.. Do you remember Santa Clause and the Easter Bunny? Rain dancing on your tongue , songs you song? Nur...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Tunnels: 11 of 20

Beware the tunnels of time. When day gives way to night, and night takes flight. Although it seems to cost you nothing, It has cost you everything. When night gives way to day again ... The reflection that you see is not your own. Years have passed! The mirror slips through your grasp; Shattering upon the floor. The face you...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Healing after the death of a parent: 14 of 23

I miss my dad a lot. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have a conversation with him now. Would we fight or would we be friends? We are so much a like that we butt heads all the time would my new understandings have changed anything? I believe that I have a better understanding of where he came from. I see the reaso...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Moments that change your life: 139 of 222

My dad had some pretty good friends that we visited with all the time; Bob, his wife, and their two kids. They were very trusted friends. They were so trusted that we were allowed to be alone with them. In all the times we had been around them their was never a reason to not trust them. There wasn't a reason until the night ...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Testimonies: Dysfunctional mother & daughter relationships: 53 of 83

My mom had a strong spirit , but hers was strong in a way most people could not see. She was strong in the sense of being able to keep going no matter how bad life got. Her choices were not the best typically, but she was surviving. regardless of what life threw her way she could withstand it. Taking as many hits as she did,...