People, Things, and Life. Random thoughts, experiences, and wonderings mostly put into poetry. And tear stained eyes? Or is it this world. So that we can take pride. In our victory and prizes,. By the hands of hate,. But are always taken away by fate. Belonging to the world,. Instead of owning our life.

Word Currency for the Lonely Hearted. The Woman at the Yard Sale. I have a baking fetish, she says, Just yesterday I was almost late for work because I had the urge to bake pecan raisin scones. A nervous little laugh escapes her pretty lips; she looks to her wrist. As if the watch unlatched itself and jumped from its human vessel in protest.

Bump it up, just a little more. This entry was posted in Dear Diary. A Job Is A Job. What can I really do about it? .

Bleeding into creativity upon the weak, the brave, the toughest. Catch me if you can! Online Collection of Musings in Many Wondrous Forms Imitating Life. I wonder, What happened Between me and you? I hope you do well With the life of your own.

And this is my first post here. I am passionate about writing, and so decided to introduce my idea, here. I am extremely nervous and unsure, so please let me know what you think? Do I have any one out there who would like to read? But a soul that has not been taught to nourish, could it serve. Please do tell me how you find it and if you intend to read more. So please state your views.

The world in the eyes of the diversified dames. One day, not so long ago four girls from starkly different points of the world decided to start a blog, With the intent to highlight the differences and similarities between cultures, beliefs, and people through our words. From our places in the world we have found a kinship in our writing, similarities in our fears and passions, and friendship despite the distance between us.

Where love flows like water and water is life. She just turned 11 and recently started voice lessons. She also plays drums, piano, guitar and ukulele. Merry Christmas! December 3, 2016.