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I love writing and decided about a year ago to write full time. I try to learn something new and challenge myself daily. My goal is to learn my craft well enough that my writing will help people or entertain. Words have power and I have been witness to this

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Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Being alone: 3 of 125
The porch light is on and I feel it welcoming me inside.Another wasted night with wasted people in an all night dive.All looking for a shelter in the rain.As I smile and laugh no one can see my pain.The night was cruel and I needed some extra fuel.As I wash my life away down a side street drain.The rain beats on my neck remin... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My dad: 5 of 100
So big and strong with hands of steel. Yet never forgetting what was important and what was real. Love for his family, his God and country. He sailed many a sea and ran through jungles of green. For many years he worked jobs he hated and pushed aside many untold dreams. Drank too much whiskey through years of mental torture a... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Missing persons: 1 of 16
My sister Mary and I raced to the top of the hill which was our summer daily ritual. We would start at the base of the hill on our street St. Peter . Then race up the hill to the park at the end of the street. We met my friend Katie there every morning of our summer vacation. Katie and her family lived on the other side of th... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Before you go: 1 of 12
Stop right there before you go. Just give me one more chance to make it right. Give me one day to show you how I can make your night.. (chorus) Take my hand and be my man and lets shut out yesterday. Hold me close and make the world just slip away. Baby take my hand. We can move on and we can forgive and try to live again. O... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Experience of child abuse: 6 of 64

A little boy hides under a table,. He is pulling down the tablecloth to hide his site of refuge. His name is called over and over by his step mother and father. He smells his stepmothers perfume and he feels warm inside and smiles. She had treated him with love and kindness and she always smelled so nice. She had a new baby w... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: I'll get by without you: 1 of 7
I heard a song today and it made me think about the day you went away. The plane was late and we were glad because it was the only time we had. To say goodbye, to leave our lives; to know the next day life would never be the same. Chorus: Do you ever think of Sunday mornings, sleepy babies and the funnies too ? Do you ever th... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Forgiveness: 5 of 30
Forgiveness can be difficult to give but so easy to accept. Some offenses are unforgivable but most are not. To forgive someone takes guts and the realization that the person you are forgiving could wrong you again. I know several adults that have strained relationships with their parents and refuse to forgive them the wrongs... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Just say when: 1 of 6
All my friends say that I am a fool. Waiting for a dream that just won't come true. Waiting for a life that isn't mine to live. I saw a smile on her face and baby I fall apart when I think you put it there. But I hang on to the hope that you wil bel mine forever Chorus: I would waste a thousand sunsets for a chance to hol... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Home: 30 of 167
An Island called him away An Island called him away that sunny day in May. The news came from his Staff sergeant. Okinawa means rope in the open sea. Will that rope be strong enough to protect him from the sea? He had to call his family, he needed to call his girl. Was the room spinning? He thought he might pass out. Will he... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: The state of my heart: 2 of 9
Bring me back to yesterday when I was young and my mind was free.To go beyond the fences of resistance to the place where I will flee.A beginning for hope and fresh breath into a weary soul.My heart is free , My heart is new and I owe it all to you.You came along when I was lost and gave me a clearer viewof who I am and what ... More..