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I am a writer. I have been since before I could write actual words. I suppose it has been a lifelong addiction-telling stories, crafting poems, waxing eloquent about this and that. My writing has touched the souls of those who have read it, although I have

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Entertainment > Musicians & Bands Are aging rock superstars like Paul McCartney and the Rolling Stones timeless or too old to perform on stage anymore?: 4 of 109

Let the old guys rock as long as they can! The whole generation that is responsible for these aging rockers is different. They are former hippies, Vietnam veterans and protesters, and, most notably, they were the first group of teens to be influenced by rock and roll. Their senior years and senior entertainers are going to b...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memorable mommy moments: My first pregnancy: 9 of 134

I was three weeks "late" in September 2000, however, the thought that I might be pregnant never crossed my mind. This was odd because since my wedding day, if my period would start one hour late, I would spend that hour calculating the due date, naming the baby, and choosing the nursery colors. I did not even think to buy a ...
Religion & Spirituality > Christian Beliefs & Culture From agnostic to believer: 1 of 3

My journey can more accurately be described as "confused Catholic to atheist to agnostic to believer." In the beginning, I was Catholic. My early experiences in religious education were positive. As a first and second grader, I heard the stories at church about Jesus and the disciples and thought, "It would have been great t...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Speed of life: 14 of 37

125th Street If I could crawl back into me... To dates with Dad for burgers, Walks with Mom everywhere, To monsters on Atlantic Avenue (but I pedal faster than they run, so they lose, and we're safe, but no one believes me). I wouldn't put the Parcheesi men in my ears. I would see the dramas unfold daily Among my fingertip c...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Moving on: 134 of 275

Assurance Soft music plays off these walls And changes me through the radio static. Soon I will leave this place. Preparations have been made. I will miss this room with all its goblins who haunted my dreams. I will carry them with me wherever I travel. My goblins will be close, laughing with me as I grow old. The words and ...
Education > Education (Other) Should Christian students remain in public schools?: 2 of 4

Christian students should be in public schools. Life cannot be lived in isolation. Christians are called to fellowship with one another in places such as church and Bible studies. However, they are also called to go out into "the world." That does not mean waiting for an overseas mission opportunity. The "mission field" is e...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: A caged bird: 15 of 28

Caged Caged-as a bird, Be it iron bars or a broken body or a condescending stare. Imprisoned-within humanity, Heart beating but outside ears are not listening. Standing-invisible, Among brethren wondering aloud but unheard if love is real. Desiring-however, finding only tentative fingers prodding a cage that holds A real wan...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Feed the children: 8 of 12

Feed the Baby it's a mother's call- feed the baby. it begins as hunger pangs- we must eat for the baby. it continues as we understand each newborn cry- time to feed the baby. it stretches over years and miles as we ask- "are you eating enough, baby?" it's the reason for a last will and testament- to provide for our babies.
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: In memory of a loved one: 107 of 160

Armanda i broke molds, blazed trails, and moved mountains. i traded finite for infinite so many times it became natural. i lived large, laughed, and loved like i couldn't take it with me so i could leave more behind. now, take this piece of me as you move forward on your journey and remember me as part of the spectacular kal...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Homeless: 133 of 186

Meaningfully Weightless Sweet aromas and harsh realities Realize he is destitute at the bakery. Asking... No one notices except the boy Who is too small to carry weight. Waiting... With his mother who is underweight As she battles life and her surroundings. Surrounded... As she is overshadowed by the powers That be who are w...