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As of late, I am a student in a psychology program in the Pacific Northwest. I have lived the majority of my life in Oregon, but have recently decided that, as Oregon is going nowhere, I need to leave so I can go somewhere. Someday, I plan on counseling people,

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Finding yourself: 5 of 235

My good friend, my heart, my soul, these three things that are deep inside I share them not, to keep them whole my selfishness I cannot hide Preserving that, which I hold so dear I feel at times it makes me weak I keep them close, I keep them near holding them against my cheek A good friendship is a precious gift uncondition...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Who I am: 24 of 339

Sometimes my life made no sense, as if caught in all the mire, feeling like life is passing, as my world caught on fire. The dreams, they kept me going, although the road was long, I held myself together, I tried to be so strong. I carried a big ole grudge, I felt I should have more, this life it has been hard, I wondered wh...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Struggle in life: 132 of 828

We rise from the dust so small and so frail Innocent in life to learn and to fail Making our way trudging through mire Looking for truth before we expire We seek and we hunt through life's little lies Justifying a cause before it too dies The answer my friend is to think and to feel Keep to Your path and always stay real
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Death of a parent: 12 of 68

The day will be tatooed upon my memory for the rest of my life. January 14, 1983. There are some things that an eighteen year old woman should not have to deal with. To be told by a gesture from an older woman who had no reason to be present, that your mother is no longer of this world, is one of those things. As the elevato...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Where was your favorite place as a child?: 24 of 88

Imagine, if you will, small children growing and thriving in a countryside rich in natural beauty, where fences weren't made to hold one out, but maybe just to keep an occasional horse from straying. Can you picture little kids running through the community playing cowboys and indians, and all the neighbors, in turn, keeping...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Time: 202 of 686

Where are we today when yesterday has passed not thinking of the future that's coming on so fast when will we stop to take a look and see the world that is around us and what it means to be we carry on through life oblivious to the world the minutes passing by us the moments have unfurled We need to make a difference in this...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Human decency: 5 of 15

Where are we today when yesterday has passed not thinking of the future that's coming on so fast When will we stop to take a look and see the world that is around us and what it means to be We carry on through life oblivious to the world the minutes passing by us the moments have unfurled We need to make a difference in this...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Mother Nature: 38 of 110

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder or so the words are told well my eyes have seen the power that cannot be bought or sold The elegance of the morning sky the clouds flow with such grace the rays of sun are shining through I feel them on my face There is a brightness to the morn and a stillness to the dawn its calmness hel...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Do unto others: 49 of 140

What is morality what is justice and right, and law? if everyday we know we don't stand by these at all How can we live each day as if others have no say and turn our heads from wrongs and look the other way? How can we think that ours is the one true path and those who stray too far will live to feel our wrath? Where has ju...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Lost souls: 60 of 159

Sometimes you see a person a vision to make you cry it's something not withstanding although you don't know why Someone alone in the rain the water pouring down you can see the face forlorn upon it sits a frown People homeless in the streets does anybody care? nothing to eat nowhere to go with old clothes that they wear Walk...