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I consider myself to be an artist, poet, and romantic. I have been writing off and on in some form since a very young age. My mother was a writer and an artist. I feel she wrote very good poetry, although she wasn't highly published. With her encouragement

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Society & Lifestyle > Social Values & Norms Problems with the world today: 23 of 77
UNITY Although it seems a shame that it would take something as horrific as the Twin Tower tragedy or Hurricane Katrina to cause so many of our citizens to display loyalty and a united front, it seems that many of us require something of severity slap us into unity. Our lack of unity and fellowship is all too evident in so m... More..
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Childhood memories: 36 of 113
First Love Brad Forsythe was a hottie. True, he was pretty aggressive and a year younger than me, but what do such things matter when you are in love? At seven years old, he seemed mature enough to my eight year old mind. My first experience with Brad was when he declared, on the way home from school, that he was going to gi... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pain from love: 336 of 917
Someday Breakfast in bed and reading the newspaper. Crossword puzzles and rainy day games. Reading aloud to one another And arguing philosophy. Scratching one another's back While watching movies, And necking through the slow parts. Groping in the kitchen while making deviled eggs, and showing off with favorite recipes. Love... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Halloween: 49 of 124
A Halloween Ballad 2008 He rambles around the house at night, His shuffling steps so tiredly paced. A weary, drooping and lost soul. Whose end was too suddenly faced. The others came on Hallow's Eve Soft tread and whispers barely heard. They crept with murderous intent And stopped to listen as he stirred. In slumber he was u... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Holocaust: 6 of 14
Facing the Holocaust and Its Victims: A Personal Challenge 2008 When I was a teenager, I read "The Diary of Anne Frank". I can't remember all the details of her story. What I remember most is feeling sorrow for her, and I recall having a growing sense of anticipation and dread as I progressed through the book. I grew up in a... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Marriage: 18 of 41
I will NEVER marry again! 2008 "I will never marry again!" Lord save me from ever again having to have that statement flung defiantly at me by someone who somehow seems to think that I, and all other women, am the embodiment of his failed marriage(s). My first response to this (I've experienced this more than once) is to poi... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Man of my dreams: 36 of 74
Contentment <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> I dreamed we sat upon a hill, Side by side just him and me. I thought then it was surely meant This is how our lives should be. My being was filled with wonder And a love so calm and sweet. My spirit felt contented joy That I never th... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Enlightenment: 99 of 203
Soul's Bouquet 2003 Behind me and before me Lie Life's budding blooms. They are there for me to pick And add to my soul's bouquet. My bouquet is diverse and great For my time in the field has been long. Each blossom I hold has treasures within And sheds light to the miles I've left behind. This beautiful bud Is a love that p... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Death: 60 of 120
The Unknown There were so many legs and they moved so fast. Too fast. It was bewildering. They flew past with the beat of too many different rhythms accompanied by an array of confusing voices and barely caught words. It was too much to absorb and comprehend for the man sitting propped against the recessed brick wall. He clo... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dreams are . . .: 20 of 40
Dream Journies What greater mystery is there in life Than the inner universe of our dreams? What is this reality that awaits Where nothing truly happens as it seems. Consider this strange and surreal terrain That we so often travel in our sleep To forge a symbolic and questing trail To those secrets that we guardedly keep. A... More..