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Writing is in my soul! It is the way I become one with the world, opening my heart and mind to things way beyond my comprehension. My articles, stories, and blogs are part of a journey to discover who I am and what my mission is in life. We all have

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My painful past: 1 of 185
The Price of PainI didn't want to share itDidn't want to tell a soulNot even my inner beingWho knew it all too wellIt's not an easy taskAdmitting I was wrongedThe sheer pain of rejectionFrom where I once belongedSuddenly I'm flounderingWithout a friend in sightJust dying to find comfortAnd make everything alrightThe lessons t... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Wicked: 1 of 99
Wickedly BeautifulWicked, darling, simply wickedDecadent and daringThat lacy little lingerieBeneath the dress you're wearingA touch of class, not overly boldYou wicked little thingYour navel looks so shinyWith that tiny pretty ringOh my, what's this, you wicked girlYou've hidden all your treasuresA tiny little waistlineFor an... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Black cats: 1 of 76
DefenselessHe was just a playful kittenAs happy as could beHe was black and shunnedBy his mama and the other threeI saw him in that litterKnowing he'd become the runtA tiny little scrawny thingTan siblings gave the bruntI picked him up and held him closeThis teenager was II knew he'd have a lot to giveIf only he would tryHis ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Mannequins: 1 of 57
MannequinsMannequins, shenanigansWhat's a girl to doBut search the world overTil she finds a love that's trueDisplay all your affectionThen bow your head in shameHe doesn't seem to notice youYou didn't win the gameDress up like a Barbie DollDance like Britney SpearsBe a statue near the wallExcept those dripping tearsHear him ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Bottom of the barrel: 1 of 56
Bottom of the BarrelDon't ask me why I'm cryingUnless you want to hearThe story of how I'm dyingFrom the loneliness I fearThe bottom of the barrelIs just a state of mindFor people long neglectedFrom those who are not kindThe widow who has childrenWho only want their claimThey bother her with their needsIt's just part of the g... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pay day: 1 of 55
PrioritiesNougat, nuts, a hint of saltBought from the corner storeA trip around the boardOf a game called LifeAll playful remindersThat each day has a nightAs does each princessWho waits for Mr. RightA work place has a jobThat offers up a checkFor doing what's expectedBe it filer or techWhen all is said and finishedA pink sli... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Inevitable: 2 of 97
Food WarsThe water will kill youDon't eat too much saltFood is the culpritOf that there's no doubtThere's mercury in tunaSalmonella in the fieldMad cows are causing turmoilNothing can quite shieldChickens caught the fluEggs won't be the sameHigher prices for our nourishmentIs this some kind of game?Then there are plastic bott... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Mistaken identity: 2 of 81
Mistakenly IdentifiedI was there when he said I doI gave birth to his sonI became wife and motherUntil all was said and doneI became the daughter in lawHaving been the daughter for yearsI became the boss's wifeThrough a lot of sweat and tearsI did the laundry and cleaned the houseI cooked and worked in the yardNever once did ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Hunger: 3 of 95
Satisfying WordsI hunger for the wordsThat can heal the painWhen life is disappointingPerhaps they will challengeThoughts that can harm societyI hunger for the truthPeople say they find in scriptureIt is there revealed in the WordI hunger for meaning amidstMental starvationSpirits drying upWith no one to understandI reach out... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Good-bye: True gardening stories relating to love, life and gardening: 9 of 272
Dad's Garden: Lessons for LifeIt was a warm, sunny Arizona afternoon. The summer heat hadn't quite kicked in yet, even though it was May. I was busy with my three small children, ages six, two, and one when the phone rang. For some reason, I didn't want to answer it, but that didn't keep me from picking up the receiver. My mo... More..