Remembering and reflection.
…off, let's know just a smidge about how this amazing man came to be.
Robin McLaurin Williams was born in Chicago, Illinois, on July 21, 1951. His mother, Laura McLaurin was a former model from New Orleans, Louisiana. His father, Robert Fitzgerald Williams was a senior executive at Ford Motor Company in charge of the Midwest region. His maternal great-great-grandfather was Mississippi senator and governor Anselm J. McLaurin. Williams's ancestry included English, Welsh, Irish, Scottish, German, and French.
He was raised in the Episcopal Church (while his mother practiced Christian Science). He grew up in Bloomfield Hills…
By RayFed Read More
My father killed my mother in 1993. I was 10. Most of my work is inspired by my past. Enjoy.
…not how the story should have ended.
Stabbed to death, all cold and scary.
No more fairytales, lego jails or home made clothes on bloody mary. (Our Barbie doll. Her wounds we tended)
We couldn't pretend it didn't matter,
Misplaced trust all crimson faces in afterworld misleading places.
Grief does many things to too many people. Mine gave me mistrust the only thing that was ever equal.
They shared the same lack of my faith as that in I, I could not face.
I was the killer and he was me. My rightful father so it seems. We shared the blood we shared the veins I wore the bit he held the…
By Tracie Daily Read More
My story in a nutshell
…name is Jim Moon. I live in Cartersville Ga. I simply ask if you are interested in sharing a “feel good” story. The story is mine and the title is STILL I RISE.
I want to share a bit of my past. It will explain why my story can be a positive influence to so many who are hurting. I was adopted by relatives when I was 17 months old. My aunt and uncle became my parents and my parents became my aunt and uncle. A typical Jerry Springer episode. Prior to my adoption, I…
By Jim Moon
Looking through the cabin windows, the lake gave me this visual.
…on the water, winds drive waves upon the rocks
Brightly colored water toys swept off their spots on docks
Boats are safely brought ashore, secure away from shoals
Laundry in from clotheslines, among the stated goals
Tools that rest near projects, gathered up and put in sheds
Garden gloves collected from the bordered flower beds.
Though the sun is shining, in the distance still a haze
Local knowledge tells of how the wind could last for days
The far shore just a grey-green line that clouds are trying to…
By James Geehring Read More
In the wake of the latest rounds of gun violence in America...
…day of school
Reading and math and playgrounds
The bus ride home
Playing in the yard until dark
Dinner with Mom and Dad
Tucked in with kisses at bedtime
Dreams of sunlit days and rainbows
That's how the story should have ended
Came and angry young man with a gun
Shopping at the mall
Picking clothes and toys and trinkets
The drive home
Painting the nursery
A quiet evening together
Choosing a name
Planning all your tomorrows
That's how the story…
By Mike Turner
A story of how childhood misfortune situation propelled one to chase a bigger dream.
…ripe one! Hit the ripe one! exclaimed the stubborn adventurous voice in me. Coupled with my hunger on a hot Saturday afternoon, as my patchy dried lips could no longer be greased by my saliva, and my barefooted wandering about had yielded no result. I sighted this beautiful ripe mango, defying gravity as it hanged on the biggest tree that gave shade to passersby and family or friends who waited fervently for visiting hours to enter in to the Suleimana memorial…
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…I knew the butterfly's name, I
knew of its wings,
I knew of its dark
shadows and ability to transform
My Grandma said, "Better days
A young caterpillar enjoys
the Rising of the Sun.
As I look into all
that I hope to achieve,
I realize I'm no
longer stationary; I shall soon have to
For many moons have called
upon my name....
I've heard the cries
of many skies and still I came....
To spend my transformation where
I'm appreciated the most,
away from peace. "A Butterfly Away"
By Poetic X Read More
…the open minded book that is filled with the pleasure and joy of life’s beautiful blessings the sunshine radiates the pureness of each page and gives understanding and clarity of each chapter filled knowledge of one’s own mind heart past life experience and how the gracious lord brought your dirty damaged life back to full strength clarity and the power and strength to make sure you make a beautiful picture and much better encore of the new book filled with your newly created formed book of your God given and shown gifts talents dreams and inspirational…
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…to a frequency
Unheard by many
I thrown up my arms
Feet in rhythms of unknown tunes
Body transcends into
A dance of lunacy
An invisible tune that
Thrusting the melodies
To carry on
All discarded in this madness
For one has had enough
That chained every atom
To restricted joys
Till every particle of disdain
Leaving behind perils
By 'Dusk' Read More
…days seem dark
The hope feels lost
The faith seems to be in doubt
The nights seem to be endless
The dreams have turned into nightmares
The love have turned into hate
The friends have turned into enemies
The light at the end of the tunnel has burnt out
The family has turned into distant friends
What else that is supposed to be good turn into darkness?!
~One Day Everything Will Change!~
Change can turn everything that was once dark back into Light
That tiny piece of Faith/Hope follow it and never lose it!
Things will get…
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