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I am so thrilled to have this venue to write poetry and short stories on. Since I was a child, words have raced through my mind like music. My father was a poet of exceptional calibre and I was privileged to see the world through his eyes.

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My son: 1 of 145
JOEY I have a treasure that's bound up in curls That loves to hug cats and that hates all the girls That cries in an instant and laughs in a crack And has rips in his jeans from the front to the back. I have a treasure that loves to read books That loves all the Muppets; pretends that he cooks That pulls the dogs fur and dr... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My heart: 5 of 152
THE HEARTFrom within, an ache that growsFilling the boundaries of my mindSpreads the pain and on it flowsTo reach the heart and be unkind.It's truth speaks out to tell the taleYour inner self in on display"HYPOCRITE! You've left your trail.You were the Devil's protege!"And now you see it in their eyesThe disrespect that has ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Handle with care: 6 of 126
BROKEN DOLLS When, as a child, I, like a broken doll Lay in whiskey pools and cigarette swirls And blood streaked walls in a house of disarray. When, as a girl, I, like a carousel Spun through my years in ups and downs With musical choruses of what tomorrow could bring. When, as a teen, I, like a tender reed Bruised at a bo... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs My true garden story: 22 of 298
Gardens are my passion. They are also my misery. No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to grow a plant. I have to admit to thinking about stealing the neighborhood pots that are thriving in our area just to spare myself the misery of the "Look at How Awful Her Garden Is" award that I generally come in first place for every y... More..
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Giving birth: 3 of 28
My daughter was born September 22nd, 1988. She was a joy to us and the child I didn't expect to have. I couldn't tell you about the birth because mine was an emergency C-section with all sorts of complications. However the road to pregnancy can be a funny experience and one of the events in our doctors office is worth telling... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Conflict: 6 of 43
SABATOGEToday my daughters coming homeAnd I will have no restShe acts as though she owns the placeAnd I am second best.She feels that she's a better momShe thinks a better wifeShe never asks if I'd like helpShe takes my role in life.And so I walk invisibleAnd let her do her thingI feel the anger growingFrustration festering.M... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Step-mothers: 1 of 6
THE WICKED STEPMOTHERWhat does it matter if I'm dwarfed by her shadowSharing a title that should never be shared.The word 'mother' is sacred, not to be viewed lightly.I watched her depart to her pleasures,Leaving faces etched with tears and fearsAnd a stranger to do her work.What does it matter that I started to love fiercely... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Forgiveness: 26 of 122
LOOKING BACK...In all of you, I look and seeA little part of me in youAnd parts of you in me.One day, while looking in the pastI saw your smiling faces thereAnd in the reflection, many tearsShed throughout the years.And pangs of remorse gripped meThe tears I caused you allAnd the tears that you caused me.It seems so pointless... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Testimonies: Victims of drunk driving: 21 of 96
Drunk driving doesn't always end in tragedy. Some drunk drivers safely make it home to their beds and their families. Some don't. Not only do they lose their lives, they take innocent victims with them.My father was an alcoholic and a drunk driver. He had no qualms about driving completely intoxicated with my sister and I unb... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Emotional wounds: 34 of 154
LOVE?If I asked for a hugWould you give me a shrugAnd quietly vacate the room?If I asked for some loveWould you give me a shoveAnd turn my whole day into gloom?If I asked for some talkWould you just sit and balkBecause you just can't spare the time?If I asked for some praiseWould your eyebrows just raiseBecause I would dare c... More..