I just made $979 this week working from home for google. I cant believe how easy this is. Im recommending this to everyone, check out this guys google blog makemoneywith-google.com
I just came across your profile in this network. I would like to extend an invitation to join Allvoices.com. It’s a citizen journalist site. We discuss, debate and write about everything under the sun here. Allvoices also has an incentive program for writers and they can earn up to $10,000 cash. Register at http://www.allvoices.com/journalism and start contributing
Good to meet you! If you get a chance you should swing by our network Bldg98.com. We'd love to have you on board.
No comments yet!
Profile Information
Hometown:
Virginia
Relationship Status:
In a Relationship
About Me:
I am a mother and my children are the center of my world. I am also the author of a book entitled Cries of My Skeletons. It is a collection of poetry on love, desire, heart-break, abuse, inspiration, and betrayal.
CRIES OF MY SKELETONS
You overwhelm me with your grief
Your skeleton cries to be put to rest
They’ve found sanction in the grave
Yet, you won’t let them go because then-
Then you would be force to live
Live with so much guilt and shame
Guilt that was never yours from the start
But burned lasting reminders in your heart
How can you be free to love someone
When you find you can’t love yourself
How can you expect them to see
The things you don’t see in yourself
Your skeletons keep speaking
Yet they have no voice
Though you let their secret out
You are still bound by lost innocence
The thing that you will never regain
So you try to break free
You run to someone to unlock the chains
But your pain adds more locks
Though the keys of your heart you gave
Your skeleton holds the key to freedom
So you live in fear and bondage
Fear of releasing all the hurt
Fear of living and being hurt again
Your mind is a safe haven for confusion
You live life on the very edge
But it is alright for it’s by choice
And your recklessness gives you control
Yet deep down you want something real
Something that you can call your own
But somehow you feel you don’t deserve it
Your mind tells you that you are unclean
You feel spoiled and your beauty is tainted
Your skeleton cries because it longs for the grave
Yet it will forever haunt you until-
You lay it to rest and finally break free
Comment Wall (4 comments)
You need to be a member of Aspiring Writers Network to add comments!
Join this Ning Network