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Relationships & Family > Relationships & Family (Other) Are modern day relationships giving men excuses to escape from responsibilities?: 1 of 13

In the past, our society viewed the family unit quite differently than in today's society. Many researchers question whether or not the family unit is disintegrating. The family unit has and always will be the building blocks or bricks if you will that our society is built upon. It's not disintegrating; it's changing. In the...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Physical abuse: 8 of 102

Heavy Feet She heard the footsteps "Shh wait right here." Her sister whispered as she quickly ran from the stairs. No sound; green glowing light the outside door illuminating the rug. Her heart pounding; afraid of moving, but desperately needing a hug. Where is my sister?, she said "I'll be right back." "Please hurry" she ro...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Childhood memories: 20 of 135

"Did you happen to see the most beautiful girl in the world" by Charlie Rich played softly from the radio in the background as I watched my father leave in his Navy uniform. He left on a summer day when I was 5 years old. I was sad then, but little did I know that the sheer white polyester curtain swaying in the breeze would...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Alone on the beach: 3 of 18

Walking one early morn Captivated by the sea beaming with life newly born lost in aqua-green. Silenced by the magnitude of her length and width. Astounded by her fortitude Her contradictions forthwith Eyes drifting upward Amazed by the beauty of the sun, peeking up to say good morning Feeling lucky to be the one Nestled on t...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Missing a loved one: 49 of 192

Her Last Words I walked into her bedroom quietly. A 30 year old woman turned instantly to seven. Too scared to look at her pale sunken face knowing she was going to leave and hopefully go to heaven. I kept my head down nervously; my eyes safe and sound on the ground. Timidly, I began to talk and try to muster some semblance ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Good-bye: 47 of 178

The shards of glass cut my feet as I dodge them in my path I make my way humbly to you My dignity severed by your wrath I bow my head in self-immolation for a person who isn't deserving You take for granted the love I give as you laugh at my humilation No more will I take the abuse by your words I won't say yes to the simple...
Health & Fitness > Nutrition & Health Issues Should chain restaurants in Connecticut be required to include calories on menus?: 4 of 12

The Connecticut House of Representatives on June 2, 2009 passed the bill for nutritional facts to be displayed on menus, but the question is, will it become law? The Federal Government has already made a stand to protect the public by forcing manufactures of food products to list the nutritional facts on their packaging. Thi...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Carousels: 3 of 9

I watched her go around on the carousel Her smile mixed with the music playing She waved to me awaiting my attention Memories of her laughing and caramel Her straight flaxen hair tossed over her shoulder The lights reflect her hair like diamonds She searches for me each time it goes about My daughter's eyes never looked happ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Portrait in words: 8 of 21

The Emerald Charm She sat on the warm green murky hill A layer of mist surrounded her On bended knee she called to me convincing me to walk closer. Her long flowing locks Of gold melted with sapphire Her dress as white as baby's breath Draped in velvet desire Wrapped around her ivory hand Was a black leather woven band dangl...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The moon: 93 of 203

Oh mother moon What a sight to behold Full of strength and wisdom Power and treasure untold Magic and mystery She watches by night. Watching over her children With her shimmering guiding light. She's the giver of sweet gifts To people and the harvest. She blesses every morsel And shines a path through the forest. Like the mo...