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I could feel it circling around me

It placed its cold long hands around my neck

It squeezed placing all of its anger into it… 329 more words

The place I call home.

After my last post I decided to try and write two in one day. Just to let everyone know what I love about the place I call home. 499 more words

Where I belong.

I have so many hopes and dreams that sometimes I don’t know which one of concentrate on first. That’s actually a problem, a lot of them require vast amounts of money – which one do I save for first? 496 more words

Where do we go from here?

There are a lot of roads we can travel and paths we can choose. There is no one perfect way to live a life, and we have limitless options. 709 more words


The Path of Drugs

This poem was written after watching the path that drugs took my brother:

Makes me feel good

  Gives me a high

Clears my mind

drugs… 87 more words


Exodus 14:14 God Will Fight For You

“The Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still.” Exodus 14:14

God had brought the Israelites out of Egypt after doing many different great signs and wonders. 385 more words


Remembering the Dead End (Flash Fiction)

I remember the damp, unlit street that lead back to my apartment. It’s been a while since I walked that road. The last time was on a particularly terrible night. 582 more words

Personal Struggles