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I am a two extreme person, probably because of my bipolar nature. Writing was a therapy in the beginning, now its a desire. My mind rarely shuts down. But, I need to relate this whirlwind of thoughts, since there is no other door for them to escape through.

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: About friendship: 5 of 305
FriendshipFriends, have I from many a place, each one wears a different face.None can be said to be the same, into my life, at different times they came.Some stand with me, no matter what the cause, some stop to think, with great pause.Many have encouraged me to carry on, while others never heard the words in my song.Several ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Your way: 4 of 80
Good Morning, GodThank you God for this blessed day.Please keep me on the path that only you may lay.I pray as long as I may live,Each deed I do, the praise to you I give.Guide my steps, please don't let go.I step with hope, yet tremble with fear.Ever knowing Satan is so near.When my moment on earth is done,I want to find tha... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Childhood memories: 30 of 308
TurtlesI have always been thankful for the years I spent with my grandparents. They were some of the happiest times of my life. And, so it was one summer when I was about seven years old.It was hot back in the hollar, where my grandparents lived. The road came out of the hollar and ran down between the fields of corn and toba... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Prayer: 31 of 231
Lord, Hear Me CryLord, I come to you with humble heart,Only to you, do my life I impart.I deserve nothing, no more than dirt am I,Begging your mercy, unto you I cry.Walk with me, hold my hand.Bring me to your bosom to rest.I can only dream of my home, in heaven's fair land.There, I hope to join the chosen and blessed.Let me p... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Wants & needs: 19 of 65
The WhirlwindThe wind blows cold against my back ,then burns against my face.I feel it's pushing and pulling me around,never letting me stand in one place.I try to be patient and wait until it calms,but it only seems to grow stronger.Suddenly, a thought I hadcomes flying by and is there no longer.Then the wind picks up and I'... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Good morning: 2 of 6
The SquirrelThe morning dawns, with a golden glow.It warms the spirit, as the eye beholds.The tips of tree branches sway to and fro,as the squirrel glides, in the way, only he knows.Dew sparkles like jewels, at early dawn,scampering around, like a new born fawn.He drinks the dew from off the ground,while always on guard of wh... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Life: 108 of 275
Holice and JoeThe old truck was looking pretty dilapidated, with its paint fading and chipped away in so many places. Patched places of compound added to it's almost quilt like appearence. Looking out the windshield was an experiment in illusion, trying to view the oncoming traffic though the cracks; placed there by unsuspect... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Growing up on a farm: 2 of 5
The Little House In The Hollow.I have been told of this incident by my parents, so many times, that I can almost visualize my own birth. It was May 10, 1948. Mama knew early that day that of my arrival was not far off. She wouldn't tell anyone until it was beyond her ability to control the events, that were happening around h... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Want: 24 of 47
Peace Where Are YouPeace, why do evade me like a thief in the night,leaving me with the shiver of hope that is like sunbeams,racing from the grasp of the clouds.You are like a love that comes with the birth of a new day.No pain nor sadness, could pierce the perfection I feelfrom the serenity you offer.Days come and they go, m... More..
Health & Fitness > Bipolar Disorder Living with bipolar disorder: 47 of 92
Consciousness of a Bi-Polar....an exerpt from an article of the same name Where do you begin, hunting for something that you don't understand; for something you can't begin to know where the beginning is? Definitely there is no chance of ever finding an end, because there isn't one. Bi-polar as I now know it to be called is l... More..