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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: All I ever wanted: 6 of 39
I want to find serenityI want to find the path that leads me thereSometimes it comes as a peaceful breezeAt times under a willow treeI want to find serenityLasting longer than a spring showerLonger than the fragrance of a rose dying in a vaseI want to find serenityWill I?For that is all I ever wanted More..
Arts & Humanities > Arts & Humanities (Other) Rediscovering your creativity: 12 of 38
When I was a young girl I use to take the trolley in Boston, Massachusetts,taking the orange line over to Beacon Hill.I would say I was around 8. My father had just passed and I would love writing stories about him.I was interested in that, but wanted to paint,so I would take the trolley to catch an art class.Every week I wou... More..
Relationships & Family > Break-Ups & Exes When the 'ex' becomes the 'hex': 8 of 22
It hurts ones heart deeply when a relationship endsBut how one deals with the pain is more admirable if handled rightA women I knew became so bitter that, to this very day10 years later she cannot be accepting of the breakupTo the point were she breaks into the other partnershome.Showing no respect for this person at allnor r... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Fortunes: 5 of 11
To discover the fortune in poetryYou need only reach deep insideThis you find through the spirit of selfThis is found through contemplation with GODAs this feeling envelopes ones human mindStanza begins to flowFrom beyond not withinPure peace with ones inspirationThe fortunes of poetry is thisAs written Seek And Ye Shall Find More..
Religion & Spirituality > Setting Life Goals Never give up: How to keep your dreams alive: 45 of 95
Never say Never!Sometimes life throws you a curve ball,your hopes and dreams are shattered.This happened to me one day when I lost all feeling in my extremity's.Aftermany test I learned I had Multiple Sclerosis,not knowing what that was yetbeing informed it was not a curable disease. I was still hopeful yet feeling a little d... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: The passing of time: 94 of 161
Seen through mother natureThe reflection on the passage of time is seen best,experienced hereThrough spring is your youthful yearsThrough summer is your adolescent yearsThrough autumn is your mid life yearsAnd through winter is your elder aging years One can see the youth as the buds begin to sprout One can see the adolescent... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Testimonies: True lessons learned the hard way during employment: 79 of 126
I am a women who has worked with MS for over 10 years.I started my own business 8 years ago.It was a gas station,full serve to boot!Well my station's of three were all profitable,not so much for me,yet more for the company who was letting me sell the gas for them.In this business you only get pennies on the gallon for which y... More..
Other How do I know if I'm born for greatness?: 52 of 82
When I was just seven, my dad died 9 days before my 8th birthdayIt was then that I got up for school and grabbed my bikeAs the wind would blow my hair I thought I was with a spiritEveryday I would peddle up a huge hill in Boston,MassAnd go to Saint Michaels' church to pray to Mother MaryI would light a candle and pray for my ... More..
Relationships & Family > Communication (Other) Sharing personal ordeals that may assist others: 4 of 6
"The Fever" Little elf's shizzeled at my head,working loudly as the world around,surrounding me spoke of silence.I could not hear the silence abovethe shizzeling,but I knew it was thereas it always was in the aura of my bedroom. Covering my ears magnifies the poundingof these little axes and tools.Intense inside my head,I see... More..
Arts & Humanities > Arts & Humanities (Other) Finding the artist in all of us: 32 of 46
It is for one to think of a memory,maybe an ambition of our youth,maybe a remembered dreamof our past.Something we had passion for but as we aged we had forgotten.I had a vision in a dream about a painting that I saw so vivid as a young girl.I had thoughts of painting but never picked up a paint brush till the age of forty.I ... More..