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The man in the mirror Who’s looking at you He’s wanting to change To start life anew Once life was easy He learned and he played He went off to college His ticket was paid Somehow or another Things went so wrong Never meant it to happen But he knew all al...

Affliction

Im clean and making changes for a better life.

A million dollar smile for you,Not a dollar to my name,Looking back it's obvious,I'm the only one to blame,I'm proud to say i's sober now, I have been for three weeks,You will never see my pain,Or the tears stream down my cheeks,I'm sorry to the ones I lo...

At a crossroads

Scarlett finds herself at a crossroads

Scarlett had gotten off early from the diner she worked at as a waitress. She was glad to get off work early to surprise her husband. Things had not been good between them for a while now. Rick had lost his job a year ago and had started drinking again. D...

Choices we make

Why do some choices have such epic consequences?

Choices We Make Why do some choices have such epic consequences?We all make choices. Everybody does. Should we eat now? Should we sleep now? Choices are a mandatory part of life, but it is never easy to know what it might cause...24 years ago "Nick! Come...

One Heart Missing

Choosing lust and finding love

There isn’t a place I haven’t been, Or a place I wouldn’t go. There isn’t a path I’ve never taken, I chased my dreams both high and low. I thought I knew each journey chosen, Each fantasy I sought to explore. Lines were crossed so many times, Rules were b...

CK's Thoughts

Live, love and let live.

It amazes me that we all seem to be looking for the same things in our lives.To be accepted by others for who and what we are. Yet I read some of the work and the comments here. Things that rings loud as I read, disturb me sometimes. Being a live and let...

Dancing to Ray Charles: Ch 02, Hot Fries and Cold Beer

Cruising and talking about life, two women, and one mixed-up guy.

He’d left the dance early, needing to be alone, to think, to sort out his emotions. Then he got hungry. The one place still open was the all-night, Hilltop Café Motel and Truck Stop.With the country club dance still going on, the over air-conditioned, neo...

Emptiness

Coming to grip with reality...a choice is made.

The day I told him I could die, I felt so empty inside The joy and happiness we shared burned to ashes in our mind. How can life make us decide... to live? Or to die. Fate is cruel and destiny warped, the beginning of our adventure seemed like ages ago. W...

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Journey of Life

Something we all have to do eventually.

The journey of life, we all must take.Paths to choose, decisions to make. Some reside on earth a very long time.Some only a short period spent sublime. Struggles many have, as they travel along.Happy at times, whistling or singing a song. Sad at times, no...

Chosen Occupation

Choosing what you want to do through your working life.

I think it is a good thing that for my life's profession, I never chose to became a chef. I would have specialized in desserts. Cakes, doughnuts, pies, delicious puddings, custards and cheesecakes. Topped with Ice Cream, decadent sauces, or whipped cream....

I walk into the garden of the small chapel by the old school hesitantly. How long has it been since the last time I was here? After mentally counting the years, I figure out that it was almost twelve years. As I take a few steps towards the door, I can fe...

i was stuck between two roads one road was rugged, bumpy tree's dead  laying across  but at the end  stood a house  Beautiful with an abundance of flowers The other road was smooth and calm tree's healthy, tall and just like the other the house at the end...

The Dark

just some thoughts

A friend of mine once asked “How come everything you write is so dark?” I said they weren’t completely dark, you just had to see the light between the words. Which is true in all writing. There is intent and there is interpretation. What did I mean? What...