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..
by Annicita624 words, poem
Modern Day Fairy Tale. The story of Princess Diana ala Anne Sexton. This has been a project of over 10 years with many rewrites.
A candidate must not be soiled Virginal as the fresh fallen snow. So that with his first thrust all will know that the issue is his, not another's. Her beauty shall be as the airbrushed ads That taunt us into buying their products to achieve what is beyond our grasp. To deny herself and her needs will bring happiness ever after. Once upon a time There was a prince.
by Ciel2,140 words, article
journal entries w/ photos. Several days of close observation during a time of activity of Mt St Helens, a few miles from home.. When a volcano is going off in my back yard, I can't just sit in the house watching it on TV..
I didn’t intend to sit here all night, but wanted to wait until it was quiet. Really quiet. Just in case there was something to hear. For a couple of hours, there was the constant ebb and flow of car traffic, about one vehicle coming into the area for every 5 or 6 going out, then one for every 3 or 4, and finally, hardly any traffic either way. From here, headlights show them coming either way for miles, and the hillsides contain and reflect the sounds. It was not until just after 8PM that I...
by Ciel2,207 words, short story
short short, magical realism. a photographer's dream: getting the million-dollar image!. But at the end of the world, what is it worth? This short short story emerged from a dream I actually had.
When the moon came over the horizon, she came steadily, graciously, like a duchess gliding along a grand staircase. It was hardly an unexpected moment, it had been in the Farmer’s Almanac, this moonrise, since the asteroid that just missed Earth glanced off her and she began her slow elegant spiral inwards, the Duchess descending the stair...
by star4sky5626 words, article
about life. You can make it a paradise. a view to my thoughts.
Money - Dec 28, 2007
by star4sky5888 words, article
money. it's all about money.
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