I dance to the rhythm of a restless crowd Sometimes the beat brings me to my knees Yet through the storm I sway with perfect ease I embrace the tides let emotions flow In this wild ride I'm ready for the show Sometimes the nights are brighter than the days With every moment I lose ...
And make memories to last a lifetime Dare oh just dare and tell me your dreams Maybe we'll dream the same Your knees very soon Winter came with a vengeance Snow piling high and cold winds blowing We trudged through the drifts Our faces numb and our hands freezing But we held on strong...
Looking back, I usually write when I am “going through” something. Whether it be a loss, I am angered about a situation…or even to poke fun at my dating sagas. When you don’t hear from me, it is a good bet that life is good and on an even keel. It is safe to say life ...
I've work all my life, just trying to make it in life. In 1997-2002-2006 things went all down hill for me. I lost my parents and my brother. Then, I had three heart attacks. Now my lungs are failing me, my eyes are going bad and I have ulcers. Every morning, for the last ...
Being on ODSP and living below the poverty line has opened my eyes to the harsh realities of disabled life in Toronto. I want to dazzle the public with my otherworldly art, to spread awareness to foster change. I want to propose brand new ways of thinking and doing things, and welcome ...
__4__ sit down and listen to the free concert that the nature brings you? And with the timely rain, crops (庄稼) in the fields will grow better and farmers will have a good harvest (收成). Everyone wants to succeed in what he tries to do, __5__ life isn't a bed of roses. ...
Brings me back to that conversation with my best friend – Its about the Wednesday nights. The small, “insignificant”, moments, that you think don’t matter.. they matter so much more than we realize. And maybe I was so inclined to write this today (more like vent, to be honest, ...
In my regular life, I get this by living alone. Unless I have a friend staying, no one else has keys to my home. I close the door, and it stays closed. This is a complicated set of conditions to replicate in group living, but it’s not impossible, and it’s easier if you know...
in the summer, it was late night popcorn with its tempting aroma coming like incense up through the cold air vent at the corner of my bed. Street lights, which were so much a part of anyone’s life who spent time outside after dark, have gone the way of chimneys, rotary-dial phones...
(“Is It Just Me” is a semi-reoccurring thought in my mind. There are moments in my life that are so ridiculous I often stop and wonder if it is just me or if other people also blink twice and look around for their “crazy twin” who might be feeling the same feels. So, because...