You've torn me, ripped me, and hit meI bleed from the wounds on my skinYou've floored me, kicked me, and slit meBut you've not broken the spirit withinMy tank is depleted, not emptyI rise back, glowing with sweatFight? Oh yes, I've got plentyYour smugness will turn to regret  

As I sit upon the meadow,a dreamlike world at ease,the rushes, elms, and grasses,caressed by lazy evening breeze.The sunset glows on honeyed towers,the gentle river flows behind,if only this could last forever,if only nothing preyed upon my mind.But I know they're coming,soon a rabble through the gate,vicious thugs come to smite me,and condemn me to my fate.I spoke truth to power, yes I did,but the power spat it back,an e...

A ray of sunlight shoots through my window  temporarily blinding me until it bursts into millions of shooting stars making a kaleidoscope of colors across my bedroom wall. My day has begun.

Any time of year in the south is normally hot, but the summer I turned eighteen, was as if Hades himself had come up from his depths and brought with him the skin scorching, water vaporizing torment to lay to waste on our little South Carolina town. I remember that summer with vivid detail as it was the summer my life would be drastically changed forever, and find a different course then what I’d mapped out for it as a ki...

  The bus ride over to the museum was as painful as a tooth extraction without the laughing gas. Kids who were nearing adulthood acted like two year olds on Red Bull, bouncing in their seats, yelling at one another, popping gum, running down the aisle playing musical seats, ignoring the shouts from the teachers. We were on our last outing of our senior year, not that anyone cared. Most complained about going because who,...

Based on a true story, which took place in Sichuan, China after a massive earthquake on 12 May 2008.In his last few words, he said, ‘I am the first one who is lying under the three layers of concrete in the world. I don’t have any great ambition in my life. All I want to do is just sharing a quiet life with my adored wife. I won’t give my family up. I need to be tough. I have to be tough for the one who is deeply in love...

How do you spell beautiful woman, its spelled A-G-N-E-S.Everybody who was a part of Mom's life was truly blessed.Mom was blessed with both outer and inner beauty.She would've still been beautiful even if she had been ugly.She was the kindest woman that I've ever known.But she's dead and I feel hollow because I'm alone.She would've helped anybody who was in need.My Mom was a wonderful person indeed.I wanted her to survive...

My Mom's name was Agnes. Her maiden name was Greene. She was the youngest of five children. She had one sister and three brothers. They are/were Ina Mae Dooley, Everette Greene, James Greene and Norman Greene. Two of Mom's siblings are also deceased. Norman died of lung cancer at the age of fifty-six in 2001.The other sibling who is deceased was Mom's younger brother. His name was Burkette Greene Junior. Sadly, he died wh...