I am a writer. I have the passion and improve my creative mind daily. Pen and paper were invented to give people like me a relief, a theorpy.
I enjoy what I do and my happiness shows. When I write, a smile appears on my face...lasting hours.
I like to write poetry and nonfiction. One day I would like to be known for my writing, but until then I will bask in my own accomplishments.
My passion is ...
writing
I know too much about ...
food
My parents always told me ...
to look both ways
My childhood ambition ...
to be a superhero
My favorite memory ...
watchin john wayne with my grandpa
Why I write ...
because it frees me from the world of chaos
What I am reading/watching/listening to ...
jack johnson
My first job ...
softball score keeper
My best moment ...
the moment i accepted myself
My inspiration ...
to be an inspiration
I lie in this bed of straw Cold wraps its arms around me I don't know what it's like to be warm The warmth went away with the daisies The daisies went away with my sight Muffled sounds crowd the room Crowd my space Trying to find comfort Comfort, that has go too My body stings Aches from all corners They don't know Those muffled sounds How it feels to be lost in the dark With death lerking in the shawdows Comfort cannot be found I just want one last thing Before death reaches out With hard crushing hands And takes me to a field full of daisies I want the warmth of love I want him to come T...
More..Christine Pettaway
Member since: April 2008
Articles Written: 19