I still get a kick of watching the brady bunch. I look back and think, " wow, what a corny unrealistic show". Because know one gets a long that good in real life, espeically, step families. but, I still like it, as crazy as it sounds. I used to pretend I was Cindy, I was the youngest of three girls, youngest out of 5 kids. they had me beat by one boy. RATS! oh well, it was still fun.
Amen to this. Thank you for remembering our heroes that horible day. I wish that time could go back, and someone to warn all of those people on those planes, the towers, and the penagon.(SP?) I know this doesn't compare to the loss on 9/11. but, in Oklahoma, it was like, living the nightmare all over again. After they have gotten the last body from that rumble, I went down there, ( 4months pregnant) and I smelled death, heartache. sctually seeing the building with real eyes, is so much different than seeing it on tv. It broke my heart. I felt it, the ground shook.
Thank you for this piece. It was nicely done. and you and I think a lot alike about reading others work. and how and what we choose to write about. come and check out my port, whenever you have the time, no pressure..
What a lovely poem. That made me cry. I'm so glad that you had such a wonderful relationship with your father, don't hear that much anymore. BRAVO! on expressing your feelings towards him. He would be so proud of you.
I did notice two mistakes: one you said, "Thank good he was my father to me". I think you meant " thank GOD", and you said " Iv" I think you meant " I've". that's all that I noticed, other than that, it was great.
Keep up the wonderful writing!
Joyceanna aka grissom's butterfly
You wrote this when you were a teen? wow. how deep this is. and believe it or not, I felt the same way when I was a teen. and I too, wrote poems then. I really don't see anything that you need to correct, of course,I'm not the person to ask anyway. but, I did feel the emotions from this poem. I liked it and it got my attention. We do have so much in common
Lorilady, you did it again to me. You made me cry, but yet, felt some hope there. I'm not giving you high ratings and reviews because you're my friend, I'm giving them to you in a honest respecful manner. I really am enjoying your poems. I don't see any corrections to noticed. but, yet again, I'm not the person to ask. I'm not able to really spot those things out. I rate and view, if a poem, essay's, etc, move me in someway. If I can get something out of it, and relate to it in someway, then it's good enough for me. Keep up the good work, as always
oh, my goodness. that was so cute. and I had the urge to run, to get away from the skunk. you make me smile. you got a knack of writing poems, and making me smile, and let's face it, shall we, it's hard for me to smile. the only other time I smile, is when I see WP on csi. pretty sad huh? okay, i'm nuts.
This is a very nice poem. well written and to the point. I like the way you turned it around, first the fear winning and then you stood up to it, and basically punched it in the face. great job!
Girl, I'm so with you. I hate that stupid scale. IT really does messes up our lives. Makes us crazy, sad, mad and it makes us talk to ourselves, out loud, where our husbands can hear us... Alot of times, I feel like getting a chainsaw and cut that fat right out of my stomach. or sweeze it out of me... it doesn't work, I've tried.
this piece is a refreshing, thank you for writing it and sharing it with us.
ouch! that was a very sad touching poem. I do understand,more ways than you'll ever know. I'm sorry what you're going through. I"m not a cutter, but I do have other self-destructive issues. So, I can relate some. Hang in there. IF you need to talk, my email is always open.
Thank you thank you thank you. that's exactly how I feel... Nice job of wording of what I and so many others feel. Even when someone listens, they don't understand. I can relate to this poem, the person feels trapped and can't seem to get out. Don't believe me? read my essay's on " feet in concrete and Can you imagine: heart in concrete". I'm a little scared for you to read mine, cause you're a much better writer than I am, but I'm working on it.
very nice poem. I wish all the "little girls" and of course Little boys that runaway, needs to read this. and send this poem out for awareness to help stop teenage runaways, get the message out there. You did very good on this poem, send it out to contest.
Nice job on expressing feelings into this poem. Trust me, when I say, I get it. I get what you're saying. Keep writing out these feelings, Ricky Martin. I don't know if writing helps you or not, but it does reach others to come to terms about how they feel, and to know that they're not alone, and neither are you!
If you don't believe me, when I say I understand, just read my essays " feet in concrete, and Can you imagine: Heart in concrete".
very nice poem. I can relate to this. I keep asking myself that question too. "Who am I, what happened to me"? You did a nice job of expressing your feelings into this.
Joyceanna aka Grissom's butterfly
If you want, you can visit my port.
That's a very nice poem. I got an email from " the little one", saying that you're my "buddy". I don't remember signing up for the buddy thing, but, I don't mind, if you don't. I'm shy too. So, we have that in common.Writing is easier for me to express to people on how I feel. It's better face to face.
YEs. This poem hits right to my heart and soul. And I do think that bad child experiences can mess you up in the future,I'm living proof of it. I could be the poster child for telling parents " don't abuse your children, this is what can happen to your child".
You've express this hurt in a good way. Keep up the good work!
Judity, I love the way your mind works. We do some things in common, I have two dads, both passed away. and the love for Gil Grissom. He's my hero too. I'm glad I've met you on the csi message board. It's a small world, isn't it?
hey, I'm tired of being me too, wanna trade? ( just a joke there). Sound depressed to me. And I can relate. I understand completely. If ya need someone to talk to, my email is always open. Read my " feet in concrete" and "can you imagine: heart in concrete" maybe you can relate to me!
Joyceanna aka grissom's butterfly
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