My Pain, My Life, My Struggles, My Fight. Click Here to Read About Me. Letting go, sometimes is the hardest thing to do. Especially when you realize that the person. Over the years you had several doubts. Trying to keep your family together. Letting go means, someone will get hurt. The truth remains the same.

I write to live and i live to write! April 29, 2015. After long days of sweltering summer and pain. I see thee pour . Pour! Thou awaken the dreamy leaves. Giving moments of respite and relief. Birds fly back to their eyrie. After days long and weary. I see men jump and dance. Embracing the calm , a state of trance. Men are happy and so are birds. Life is happy and so is nature. Blessed is the Earth and all its creature. In an aura of thy mystique perfume. Wettens the Earth , gets soft like a plume.

This above average blog is a horcrux. Nominated For The Sunshine Blogger Award! August 13, 2015. Awards and Challenges and whatnot.

Welcome back for the 17th day of The Harry Potter 30 Days Challenge. Had this idea of a month full of Harry Potter and you can find the prompt for each day here here.

Write for the King The writings of a Christian teen and her publishing journey. The writings of a Christian teen and her publishing journey. As a teenage soldier raised to fight for a rebel leader, Mar Zaehav believes freedom is the greatest good, but when a sacrifice changes her life, she discovers something worth even more.

Dont block your mind with thoughts just blog it! August 15, 2015. The essence of our freedom had its roots deeply dug in the soil of history which was cultivated with the spilling of innocent blood. The fruit of freedom which we enjoy today is very expensive but the sad part is that many people are not able to understand its price. We roam naked but wear uniqueness,.

A shirt tossed carelessly onto the floor. Speckles of artwork litter the white walls with color. A radio turned on but only half-loud. Lie in heaps on the inn table. Plants growing at deformed angles. Shattered mirrors give way to broken images. Careless dreams are tossed in the corner. With hope hiding under the double framed bed. A vase full of life is knocked over. And becomes half full of death. Interwoven in all of this.