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Alumni, Christ the King Regional High School

Art Institute of Ft. Lauderdale Visual Communications major

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Don't pity me: 9 of 148
My life has been a puzzleOf things I was to be,A vision of my futureThe dreams I did not seeAnd now the time is passingThe years have since flown byMy dreams, they never happenedI sit sometimes and cryI wonder had I takenAnother road in lifeIf things would have been differentI would not have this strifeI could have made a dif... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Do unto others: 18 of 134
IRONIC"Remember me?" He asked, an unfamiliar face"No," I said,"I can't recall," and then it came to placeHe was the man I knew before, a man of wealth and styleAnd here he stood in ragged clothes, he'd been homeless for awhile.For in the days he was the one who lectured me at lengthAbout my problems budgeting, and how I had n... More..
Health & Fitness > Addiction Crack cocaine: 2 of 13
Today's society is undeniably more uninhibited than our forefathers. In the 1950's and earlier, only a certain few would experiment with drugs, or drug abuse, but today's users come from all walks of life, from the poor inner city youth, to the rich stockbroker. The number one drug of choice is cocaine, and more disturbingly,... More..
Food & Drink > Pasta, Grain & Rice Recipes Recipes: Lasagna: 7 of 34
Mama Mia! My mother's lasagna was out of this world, and no one ever came close to the rich, delicious pasta mom used to make. She added her own special touch to the usual recipes, and served her lasagna for special occasions, holidays, and when we all begged her to make it. We would have lasagna with our usual Turkey Thanksg... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: A day at the beach: 53 of 201
Waves come crashingSeagulls cryThe colors of the sunset skyPeople sitAlong the shoreListening to the ocean roarChildren playing in the sandLovers walking hand in hand...This is where I long to beWith my magic memories of the sea. More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Journeys: 9 of 34
THE RIDEThe day was hot and humid, the sun shining brightly on the asphalt pavement at the Greyhound terminal where crowds of people were waiting to board the bus. My boyfriend Danny and I were heading out of Chicago to find a new life on the West coast. We had both lost our jobs at the Pines Trailer company in Kewanee when t... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Expressions of love: 73 of 205
Love is like the summer's rainSo soft and sad, such welcome painWhen all I feel is sweet, sweet sorrowI close my eyes, wait for tomorrowI feel your eyes, they speak to meAnd touch my soul; what do they see?Can they read secrets that I keep?Or is it something soft, and deep?My secret dreams will never showAnd you may never com... More..
Politics, News & Issues > US Economy Assessing the issue of homelessness in the USA: 11 of 28
Fifteen years ago I was among the homeless. I never expected to be in that position because I had always held a decent job, had a good family, drove a nice car, and had expensive clothes. I had everything a young woman could want. I would many times go out of my way to avoid the homeless, fearing that they would follow me, or... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Mother: 85 of 213

The day will come, she said to me when you will have your child, and seehow life will bring you joys, and tears for you and your child throughout the yearsThe first tears you shed will be happy ones, the next several years you'll laugh, have funThen as they grow, and go off to school, you cry as they wave goodbye to youAnd as... More..
Parenting & Pregnancy > Parenting Tips Developing compassion as a way of life for you and your children: 62 of 128
"Mommy, why does that man look so dirty? How come his clothes are all ripped up?" I heard my little brother ask my mother as we hurried down the street, the homeless stranger holding his hand out to passers by asking for change. Mother reached into her pocket, took out five dollars and handed it to him. "Get yourself somethin... More..