My name is Tracy. My ex-husband and I were married for fourteen years. Before I met him, I attended a local State University and obtained my Bachelor of Arts in English. I am also the forty-four year old mother of four children. We were farmers, who out grew
+ more bio informationWaiting For the Day I Go I swim in the despair of my own tears; A complex masterpiece of wasted years. Quickly milestones clicked by without a single question as to why. Responsibility took command, So we walked on hand in hand. You wouldn't question love We thought a gift from above; And held a glorious parade of the contra... More..
The debate over creation verses evolution seems to be a fairly unintelligent waste of time and energy. For purposes of education, both contribute to a larger picture of the truth. However, by the very nature of half of the argument, we cannot ever know the absolute truth until we die. Only then will our beliefs be realized. ... More..
The world seems to believe that rape is all about a sexual violation of another person. I suppose that I used to believe that as well. One day in April of 1982, my perspective got skewed for me. It was on that day that I became the victim of a gang rape. The interesting thing about it is that I had been molested twice as a c... More..
Indeed, it is nothing short of stupid to be talking on the cell phone while driving a vehicle. If this is the best case that the opposition can make, then we are going to have to put laws on the books banning reading, putting on make up, shaving, beating your kids [she said with a giggle], road rage, taking notes, flirting w... More..
The Music In My Head In my head, no voices heard, but music rules my world It plays for me its whispered song, a lullaby unfurled. At times it pounds a metal beat, that unleashes my animal. It puts a rhythm to heartbeat. Lustful pounding assaults moral. Folksy rhythms warm my heart with fried chicken for the soul that I feed... More..
HEART OF SILENT DARKNESS My heart is only silent Darkness despair quiet loneliness Screams unheard. That which was my soul rejects me And I'm without redemption For sins to which I cling. Love took a mournful voice And it sings its requiem. Unfulfilled and hollow; Can this really be all? My life is just a memory You cast int... More..
When we are young and believe in dreams They'll fill our heads with fancy things Tho' meaning not to lead astray their cherished earthen angels I tell you this, and remember long The lark who sings her marvelous song Warns the young and blessed ones Tho' cursed is she with soothing tunes For when the blush is all but gone, B... More..
Tracy Silveira
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