by sandyjane609 words, article
WHAT DO YOU SEE IN A PHOTO?. I LOOK AT A PHOTO OF OLD AND THE MEMORIES IT HOLDS.. MEMORIES ARE MADE DAILY IN OUR LIES. SOMETIMES WE CAPTURE THEM IN PHOTOS..
SO MANY I WISHES IN MEMORIES, THAT IF ONLY I KNEW. HOW MUCH MORE LOVE I COULD HAVE MAYBE SHOWN. HOW MUCH MORE I COULD HAVE DONE. AND NOW I RELIEVE THE MEMORIES OF THE PAST TO HELP ME WITH THE FUTURE.
by sandyjane409 words, article
PICKETTING ENLISTMENT OFFICES. HOW DARE DO PEOPLE DARE PICKET IN TIME OF WAR.. PEOPLE DON'T GET IT, WE WERE ATTACKED, WE DID NOT ATTACK. WAR WAS DECLARED ON US..
WE DID NOT DECLARE WAR, THE EXTREMISTS DID. BUT THEY PICKET THE ENLISTMENT OFFICES. DO THEY NOT HAVE THE COURAGE TO JOIN THEMSELVES? WE NEED THEM TO GO ON VACATION TO IRAN, OR SYRIA. SEE IF THEY LIKE WHAT THEY SEE AND LIVE THERE WHERE THERE IS NO FREEDOM. HOW SAD I FEEL FOR THESE PEOPLE WHO THINK WAR IS JUST A GAME ON THEIR COMPUTER THAT THEY CAN TURN ON AND OFF WHEN THEY CHOSE TOO. HOW I PITY THESE SOULS AND PRAY THEYA RE NO WHERE NEAR THE NEXT ATTACK, AND THERE WILL BE ONE.
by sandyjane71 words, poem
DO WE CARRY ON AFTER WE DIE?. DOES OUR SOUL LEAVE TO CONTINUE ON OR IS IT THE END.. REBIRTH, DEATH HAS BEEN CALLED. WE CANNOT EXCEPT THE FACT THAT DEAD IS THE END..
I CAN ONLY BELIEVE AFTER DEATH THERE IS MORE. THERE HAS TO BE. JESUS ROSE FROM THE DEAD THO PROVE THERE WAS MORE. THIS IS WHAT I WANT TO BELIEVE.
ANGELS - Feb 14, 2008
by sandyjane161 words, poem
DO ANGELS EXIST?. JUST BECAUSE WE DON'T SEE THEM ARE THEY THERE.. WE ARE ALL PROTECTED BY ANGELS, THEY ARE NOT SEEN, BUT WE KNOW THEY ARE THERE. WE HAVE A CONSCOIUS DON'T WE..
JUST BECAUSE WE DON'T SEE THEM, THEY SURROUND US. THIS I DO BELIEVE
by sandyjane860 words, article
Grandpa you will live on. My grandpa was one of the first pilots of the old flying machines, as my grandma called them.. Growing up we were always told , be thankful that you have a father. momma 's daddy was killed in a pleane crash..
Each of us wonders about the first fliights of the famous pilots. If the windmill had not been in the way of the plane. I wonder today, where would my grandpa's place in history would have been.
by sandyjane513 words, article
alcoholism is like cancer.. only if a person desires the help they are in need of are they successful. my daughter died at age 39 from alcoholism. she had all the help out there, but with no desire to heed the help, she died..
If only my daughter would of realized the dangers of the alcoholism, maybe, maybe she would be alive today. She would have been to her son's graduation from Army bootcamp. She would have been at her son's wedding. And she would have attended all her daughters dance competions she has been in over the past year. What could have been we will never know if only she would have.
Hate - Feb 12, 2008
by roony3692 words, poem
A (I think)clever rhyming poem. A poem about the world today using "ate" words.
by pinkylucky0 words, column
Antigua sandy beaches blue sea. I went back into my childhood eating those sweet seaside grapes.. I love Antigua so much I spent 4 months there.
by ChrisJames235 words, poem
Insight Into man's spirit. This poem is an eight-stanza examination of "The Human Soul," revealing unique observations of our greatest common strength.. This work has brought some of my closest friends and family to tears. It is one of my proudest accomplishments!.
"To shield ourselves from pain, We develop, we create, Unique uses of the brain, That encase us like a frame, But Man can allow his soul to overwhelm his sense of blame, You see, the soul is understanding, And The soul is unafraid,"
by Tikvah61 words, poem
abou a cheater. will erase the pain of.
by Glorideen0 words, poem
reflections on life's purpose. My poetry sends a message of faith and hope to encourage those who have lost the meaning of Life.. one of my poems was published in FOREVER SPOKEN, International Library of Poetry.2007, title-YOU AND I AS ONE:.
by geri662 words, short story
A painful lesson learned. A girl learns how precious family can be!. Written by my daughter, when she was just a child herself. Posted with her permission..
by pelayo0 words, book
inspirational poems and essays. A devotional type book that explores the spiritual growth of one poet. The author is a teacher who considers herself a life long learner.
Birth of a Poem/ A spark of consciousness in the back of your mind...ignited by a sound, a look, a smell, an emotion. Lies quietly dormant in a separate void awaiting the hand...of a poet.
by scriber0 words, book
A cure for sexual obsession. Jack Brome uncovers an old manuscript leading to his undertaking a cure for sexual obsession and depression.. A lot of sex..
by realta1,928 words, chapter
Life:- A user's guide!. Truly INSPIRATIONAL!. Available www.lulu.com as E-BOOK or DOWNLOAD in colour.
by Ciel332 words, poem
from a dolphin point of view. three linked poems. Imagining the world-view of the dolphin in the highly-sensory environment of the ocean.
Dive, dive, / descending / into darkness, / cool, / and cold... / and feel the hold / of the Embrace / that presses ever closer / in the greater dark, / the deeper, deepest blue...
by Color_Your_Life217 words, poem
A new way to look at slavery. It will inspire you regardless of your race. The Author is an experienced writer who has several writings on various subjects of interest to a wide age group of readers..
For in his mind he was still not free And oh, he reminded me so much of me For though my hands and feet were loosed I was still held by the roost
by Color_Your_Life177 words, poem
A thought provoking poem. We all experience change. Nothing remains the same after 11:59. The Author is an experienced writer who has several writings on various subjects of interest to a wide age group of readers..
I f your clock doesn’t stop ticking You are bound to be changing For even when your clock stops Change even in death you must
by stirlingr7744 words, poem
My Lord is My Master. In Jesus Christ I am free to live my life through His Word..
by katevance1,673 words, short story
Racism in NYC school system. Trials and tribulations of being "bussed" to an all white school as told from the eyes of an 11 year-old black girl. The author, a woman raised in New York City, remembers her shock and revulsion upon learning that she was never taught.
Slowly the urine began to run down her legs and she sat there dreading the horror that was about to pounce on her. She knew that she should have raised her hand and asked to be excused, but she couldn't. She just sat there, frozen in her chair, fearing the worst. Fearing the humiliation of bringing attention to herself. Was it shyness? No. It was sheer terror at the prospect of being called upon to give an answer to questions she didn't understand. Terror at the thought of asking to be excused..
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