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AGE:
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LOC: Summerville, SC
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: November 03
LOC: Summerville, SC
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: November 03
I am a twenty six year old woman that loves life and everything in it. There is nothing that I love more than a grand adventure, taking off into the realms of imagination behind the pages of a book, or spinning a yarn a mile long, and all I want out of life is to help people possibly find the pathways within themselves that will lead to greater adventures than they could have ever imagined. I like to think of myself as a motivator, an uplifter, a speaker to the human soul and if you ever want to take a journey come into my world for just a few minutes. It is a trip.
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Up to a certain point in my childhood I was able to watch any scary movie I sat down in front of without repercussions. My mother is known to be the queen of Halloween and all things scary. We used to sit around until two in the morning watching scary movies without a problem and sleep like a baby through the night. Until One night I watched a scary movie that reminded me of my bad dream: Tisha sat in her grandmother’s living room watching the big floor model television. The scene on t...
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A Bad Dream This is a hard scene for me to write and still remain a third party to what happened. In some ways on that day I was just a third party witness and in some ways it was all too real. This one scene shaped so many others in my life yet it is still hard to believe that it could have happened to me. Up until this point in my life I had pretty much been cocooned in a safe harbor of my own making: It was a bright and sunny day as Tisha stepped out into the yard. She had b...
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Most weekends as a child were spent in a variety of places. On rare occasions I was allowed to stay home, and on even rarer occasions I spent the weekend over my Aunt Julie or Aunt Nancy’s house. Most weekends though, I spent over my grandmother’s house which was met with a mixture of joy and fright. The day times at my grandmother’s, for the most part, were times where I could explore myself without any boundaries. Not like at home. I ran the street free of any rules except the one rule my m...
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My Hero My mother and I may not have always had the best relationship. Namely because I thought I knew everything and she knew better than that. My mom never failed to call me out when I had gotten too big for my britches and sometimes we argued like sisters. One thing I can say, and always will say for my mother though was that there was no place that I felt safer or more loved than when my mother was standing right next to me. The rest of the world was really where I encountered real troubl...
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Walking to School My earliest days of school are mostly a blur to me now as I try to recall them. The earliest years were filled with blue mats for nap time and gram crackers for snacks, recess on plastic playground equipment, and a kindergarten school yard full of wood chips to cause as few skinned knees as possible. This resulted in a daily dumping of wood chips on the carpet in my bedroom which frustrated my mother to no end. Then there were the days when I actually became aware of learnin...
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Ignited I burn deeply within my heart thaws to you I turn...ignited. Either my heart thaws or to you I turn do not flow well together in this poem. I don't love you I lied Might look better as I don't love you (I lied)
Overall I love it. I love the imagery. I would say that the bus image might use a little more clarification. A childhod memory is like that though. It desn't always flow in a pretty sequence and pretty things don't always live in them.
okay. A few clarity points. Why wouldn't she believe him when he said he was coming (Small point). Why did you say they fell asleep? (Big Point." Where did the waitress come from? Are there waitresses in the computer lab? I thought he didn't remember what happened the night before. If so why does he mention the near kiss? He kissed me with actually touching me- without Overall I really liked it. It's a good start but you have some editing to do.
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Very pariotic. I think you have pulled heartstrings in a time when many people are greaving and a poem like this could probably sell anything right now. It would even be good on a plaque with a little flag or a picture of the twin towers.
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