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Creative Writing > Memoirs Testimonies: Addicted to karaoke: 3 of 57
Hello. I am a former karaoke addict. How did I kick the habit? Well, you never really kick the habit, if I had the time or money I'd still be going to every hole in the wall to sing Reba. That's my thing, I sing. I do any sort of contest, from karaoke to talent. I sing, and karaoke gives you the thrill of being on stage for ... More..
Relationships & Family > Elderly Parents & Care Elderly care: Why you should keep your parents out of nursing homes: 2 of 24
I am a great grandmother, a grandmother, a mother, a sister, a daughter, an aunt, and a friend. How is it that I am here in this god forsaken home strapped down like a lunatic? I forgot my car keys a few times, and I had a few car wrecks. One of which broke my hip. Because of this I have been seen fit to no longer live on my... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Daddy's little girl: 4 of 37
She laughs tiny bells ring in heaven she cries and the angels cry too she loves the world knows know better she sings and he cant help but sing too Her eyes are mirrors of his own her heart knows no bounds And he knows how lucky he is How precious this gift. Daddy's little angel. More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Unusual encounters: 41 of 227
The sunlight cascades in through the open window, air fresh with hints of daisy and cut grass wafts into the room. A smile creeps its way onto my lips, although I do not want it there. I want to be sad, depressed, and lonely until the end of time. I feel my heart beating yet it feels ripped away and thrown carelessly on the ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love does not die: 66 of 312
The soul set free, the mind at rest the body sleeps, the heart depressed but love does not die The moment sings, The breath it stills The life extinguished, It knows no ills but love does not die The angels weep, The tears rain down The loved ones wear a somber frown Rememberance seeps into all things But love does not die H... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Facing death: 85 of 361
A howl ripped from my chest unhuman, untamed, unknowing pain blossoms like the deep red crimson blooming against the stark whiteness of my flesh. A black pit of despair seeps into consciousness blurring the edges of reality breaking into my vision stealing my breath leaving me blind. A single tear slips down my cheek, off my... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Death: 166 of 693
I saw him crying in the corner He never knew I saw touched his shoulder But for not He could not feel my palm I saw her tears glisten against the light inside the chapel I called to her, "Mother!" But she could not hear my voice My father, oh so strong, sat weeping at the casket his stoic stance broken into a fragment of wha... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Birds of prey: 2 of 8
She was like a cancer originating with one unsuspecting individual and surrounding him cutting him away from the family that needed and loved him. starting with me slicing through our familial bond creating walls of sutures too thick to escape. She worked efficiently, one by one, cast them aside cut them out with the surgica... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Alone: 77 of 276
a crowd of people a sea of absent-mindedness confusing twists and turns family friends a minute detail swimming inside infinity unable to touch to feel to breathe the air around me I fall into the depths a billion people deep I cry I scream I plead no one hears no one cares no one loves me More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pain: 108 of 378
Creak, pop, snap. With each step I hear a symphony of sounds I never knew that growing old would be this way that a twisted ankle in my youth would lead to such immense turmoil at 65. That broken arm from carefree tree climbing days aches constantly spring and fall- with their stormy weather hurt the most. Tylenol, advil, as... More..