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Life is confusing if you think about it too much, that much is true. The problem is, if you don't think about things then your sure to miss what life is all about. I think about things and for doing so I feel so much better, although sometimes those things

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Memories: 94 of 492

Through your eyes, images implanted. Memories of family, the stencil of a familiar face, The outline of the lake, an unforgotten place. Joyous events please evermore. Retention is mine, recollection is yours. Through your ears, sounds safely stored. Familiar songs, the call of the lark in the summer morn, The bleating of the...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Moments of clarity: 12 of 45

"I've never been a gambling man. You do understand that don't you?" I just nodded my head agreeably. "You see, I'm a respected man, and you, well you're a respected fighter. This means we have a beautiful business relationship right here." I simply nodded again, ironic how he'd called me respected. He handed me a brown envel...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Unrequited love: 16 of 50

Love Hurts If I talked to you would you talk back me? Or would you screw up your face and simply walk away. How many times have I tried but choked coming within a few feet of you? It doesn't matter that you don't notice me; only occasionally catching my eye as my attempts to engage you fail time and time again; but of course...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Challenges of love: 85 of 236

A Thing To Overcome When I climb to the top of my life And I feel I'm right back there on that summit Where I can look down and feel glad about it all Even love is there, mingling within the crowd As I sit here happy on my cloud But oh look here it comes A spanner in the works. And the landslide occurs. Throws me right back ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Mother: 75 of 192

When you were around, you made me feel safe. Nothing could scare me, not far would I strafe. You were amazing, you were my guide. When we were sad, we'd both go and hide, Somewhere away, from all the bad stuff at home. When I wasn't with you, I was alone. To see you in pain, always pulled on my heart, A pain I hope is gone, ...
Home & Garden > Household Cleaning Signs that your home has mold: 8 of 19

Mold can be a serious and unpleasant thing to live with. Mold is formed by micro-organisms that can multiply anywhere as long as it is moist enough. In homes particularly the environment is just right for these molds to grow and they will form quickly on any damp surfaces. The first step to recognising mold in your home is t...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Friendship: 115 of 273

With each friend, comes a chance to learn something new. Like transplanted strengths in myself, from old ones in you. Like a mirror you helped me, become the best I can be, And one day I'll be there, to show yourself reflected in me. Your past and your present, your good and your bad, Showed me to be strong, the opportunitie...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs My true garden story: 140 of 287

It was the middle of summer and everything in my garden was looking superb I thought. All that hard work done last year was really paying off now and I looked forward to casually lounging in the midst of all my long spent hours making this place a haven. Feeling rather proud of myself I decided that it wouldn't hurt to take ...
Religion & Spirituality > Ghosts & Paranormal Phenomena What is ectoplasm?: 1 of 1

Ectoplasm is sometimes the word used to describe the outer areas of a cell, more commonly known as cytoplasm but this is not what you will know it as. This meaning is based in reality, however the ectoplasm really being discussed is rather out of this world. Ectoplasm as a word originates from the Greek word ektos which mean...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Butterflies: 37 of 69

Butterfly Once I had such a beautiful butterfly Who was independent and knew where she wanted to go I found her through hardship and fought earnestly To win the heart of my butterfly, of whom I wanted to know. Spreading those wings of magnificent color Stretching them out as far as she could Took to the sky, ascended with va...