Step into someone else's shoes and experience life through their eyes.
Some people may try to steal your money. Some people may try to steal your car. Also, some people might try to steal your land,
A humorous story, passing down the generations in my family. The moonlight blue saloon drew up in the drive at 4pm one sunny Saturday by
When you first left me, I thought we were really through. But darling, I didn’t know I’d cry a river over you. There is not
This poem was inspired by your responses to my post yesterday, ‘A Hairy Morning’. It threaded it’s way into my head last night when I
Many years ago, an amateur graphologist told a business colleague that I was, based on my signature, a serial killer. When she assured the gentleman
Her eyes smile good morning as I enter We say hello. she grabs my attention casually The soft curvature of her smile takes my breath
Each person has two roads in life to choose from, the good or the bad. It is left up to each person which road to
All I wanted to do was bring my husband some damn spaghetti. Photo by PiPhoto by Pixabay from Pexelsxabay from Pexels Early in my marriage,
Life is a winding road. You never know which way to go. Sometimes you want to figure it all. What is life all about? Life
Do you want to be a songwriter? Do you want to write beautiful songs that people listen to on the radio and other places? Do
A Listicle for the Socially Awkward At some point in our lives, typically when we hit middle age, some of us might begin to reminisce
How Peculiar… The foldable umbrella is said to have been invented by the Chinese, in particular by a man called Lu Ban after he was
A Vintage Blog Post About Writing and Attention Spans Now, I’m not a writer for television (though I’m available–call me, really), but I’m an avid
I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out my feelings. I checked the time. Ugh — 1:00 pm. I can’t decide
I am at a loss. There is so much to say but the upset stifles the creativity, maybe later? Meanwhile, a short poem with all
Most people I’ve met, especially online, are socially acceptably superficial or straight-out liars. If I had a nickel for every time a “friend” told me
Now he unfolds silk upon her cold, cold grave. He is giving her the dresses that her young heart once craved. While she was living
Jumbling and rattling in the box, A jigsaw of you in your head, A life spent sorting; combining, A life spent stressed before you’re dead.
You start out young. You end up old. Where did all the time go? You spend all your money. You waste all your time. Then
It’s a chilly morning on the beach. The sun comes up slowly, a low-lying fog rolls away as the light grows. The sea looks calm
Nostalgy is a matter Of letting something go It happens when you know The truth unspoken You do not fit there anymore In house, or
People don’t understand things the same way. People have different educational backgrounds, and they come from different environments. They have lived different lives. Also, they
While drinking my wine In the cheapest of glasses I can not deny My memory’s coming Back on my mind To make me remember How
We never know what the world will hold. We never know how things will go. We don’t know what is coming around the bend. You
I have had a lot of dogs over the years. My favorite one passed away a couple of years ago and I still miss her.
So, you want to write some hit songs that get recorded by famous singers in the music business. Where do you start? How do you
Photo by Mae Mu on Unsplash At the studio, Maisie engulfs herself in her work. After hours alternating through various backgrounds and light combinations for
Now, I’m not Forrest Gump, but I have had a few minor brushes with history in my life and, oddly enough, one of them involves
The words “mentally ill” strike fear in the hearts of ignorant people who know only of the stereotypical mentally ill people portrayed by the media.
Each day I visit the village square, and each day the older men gather to pass time. Friends since school days, one by one they
(Photo Cover Credit- Myself) —– I love to be myself, but at school I seem different than everyone else. I don’t mind the clothes I
Oh, I’d love to see Grandma Pearl and Grandma Emma again. I’d love to hear Uncle Curtis play the banjo down in Nebo Bend. I’d
I picked a lovely flower for you today. I placed a red rose on your grave. I thought of memories of a life spent together.
This poem relates to a time when my children were young. Whenever they were unwell they would like to lie on the sofa covered in
Childhood Perversions The first word by which I learned to define myself was “pervert.” From the time I was a toddler, my closest family members
An ode to my unborn child Photo by João Paulo de Souza Oliveira from Pexels For the longest time,I dreamt of your red hair and
Twenty four years ago, we had a very wet, gloomy October. I had just found out I was pregnant with Katie. We were moving into
The emptiness of blank concrete and steel kept cold with a freezing wind chill shows the contrast of the merriment of the season. I wouldn’t
Where was I when you passed by? I never seem to recall. Did I smile? I was only a child. You were time, and I
On a normal day, you go to class, eat lunch, do some reading, study, and sleep. On a real day you sit in the student
My thoughts are blown by the wind today Into eddies of dust that sometimes reach the sky. Occasionally flitting along the ground before disappearing How
I am the happiest I have ever been and it’s due to living tiny. Photo by cottonbro from Pexels For decades, I tried to figure
photo by author When I finished my Fact or Fiction with Rescue, I planned to write about an incident the week before. Life gets in
The turmoil of deciding to keep the butt cheeks clinched or let it rip when trapped on a plane. Photo by Samantha Gades on Unsplash
Jesse James is done dead and gone. But other outlaws have come along. Wanted posters are all over town. Little old ladies have their shades
There is a redbird at my window, looking in at me. Saying son, you’re not the child. You’re not the child you used to be.
This entire story already exists, but you are only experiencing it one word at a time as you move forward through it. You could, if
Then I learned how to be a tough woman. Image by Pezibear from Pixabay Laying in my bunk rack, my muscles throb from the endless
A brief motivational poem, a reminder to myself and others for the difficult days which we all experience. When your silhouette falls like a shadow
We said it was over. Then we said goodbye. But as you were leaving, I saw a tear in your eyes. Is it really over?
Should you ever gaze at the silent stars above and they begin to blink off one by one by wondrous one, do not be alarmed.
Yesterday was my birthday. The day was no different than the day before or the day before that; the day was no different than any
There is a house with a red door. A small house, though two stories tall. It even has a basement. This house – the one
We all start our lives with so much time. We spend it daily, until we get to the end of the line. Some of us
I saw you somewhere before. You are like that white female wolf prowling in the glade of snow. Across the frozen lakes, in uneven debris
Evening warms over, subtle and calm, as I look out back. My eyes meet the woods. There is a soft breeze. It moves me. Makes
I’ve been a doormat for 45 years. I let people walk all over me and hurt me. I’m terrified by and hate confrontation; it makes
What is belief? Belief is one of those terms we use so frequently it is all too easy to forget how abstract the concept can
Do not put me on a pedestal,we are equals and equallyfucked up. Equally trying to find our truths.Equally seeking out that little bit of joy. Equally
The world needs great songs that present messages for people to hear. People are searching for so many things in life. A songwriter can always
Autumn love, a season of gold A time of change as stories unfold The leaves turn red; the winds do howl As love blooms, like
Today I feel Nostalgic in some way. It is like the tattered garment of an old love. It has emotional value but is covered with
I am sitting down here Wondering why I feel I did not achieve A significant mile Of bragging experience My writing contest Is numerous village
Brief Introduction Hi! My name is Robin Christine Honigsberg, and I’ve been writing seriously on Medium for about a year. I’m less than a month
A poem expressing hope that spring will thaw the cold heart of winter. It may be read superficially, or perhaps you feel it reaches a
Do you want to be a songwriter in the music business? Do you want to make money as a songwriter? First, you will need to
You are the only one that can decide where you go in society or the world. It is left up to you to try and
“Rich, single, successful, and without kids is something that doesn’t exist,” Dana thought, “But why we are listening to the pretty lies men tell us?”
I’ve written a lot of reviews and critiques. Books. Movies. Employee evaluations. Employer evaluations. Submissions to a writers’ group I was in. Long ago I
You’re up in the morning, six to five, your nose is to the grindstone, trying to stay alive. Ain’t nothing but a rat race, trying
Story Of My HeArt Pure Fiction Challenge Photo by KoolShooters from Pexels I have not written much fiction outside of my book The Queen’s Awakening:
There is joy in contentment. There is a fine line though, and a balance that can be hard to find. It is good to have
So many of us know the pain of losing a loved one. I write in empathy with you. Whilst everyone’s hurt is different, that we
I wasn’t planning on writing today. The goal was to read other writers’ articles on Simily & (maybe) comment on them, but with the excitement,
Will you be buried with your hate? The way the Egyptians were wrapped and placed, among their gold and cats, Will you lie in the
Where were you When I found myself drowning Caught in the riptide of Unpopular opinion? My only crime Being who I am Walking my particular
This poem relates to the loss of true friends in previous decades when forms of communication were less easy, but travelling or living abroad was
I immersed myself deeply into river streams, took in the breath of mountains and got lost in the winding labyrinth of tree roots. I saw
Hollyhocks formed — pretty little dolls.Lemonade, brimming with sugarSilence stares at you and me.Perplexing connectionof familial ties —reinforced truth:separatenessdefines us. My mother’s parents were strangers
I remember this food experience like it happened yesterday. Photo by Becca Tapert on Unsplash After a blustery morning of playing in the snow and
It’s scandalous. Absolutely scandalous! Photo by Andrea Piacquadio from Pexels It’s hard to keep my hands off of Joe. There is something about him that
In fields of lavender, where the sun glows A purple angel descended, her wings did show Her robes were flowing like a river’s stream And
We’re all living in the fast lane today. We run day in and day out to get ahead in life. You know we can’t seem
Today is the day. You’re going to create something brave. Can you feel it? Yes, I can too. Today you will banish the fear and
I started losing friends during university; I was the only one in my entire group of friends that didn’t get accepted at the same university
After my college heartbreak, I jumped into another relationship way too quickly. I chose to settle. It was a mistake since I didn’t give myself
I can’t imagine a world without music. It would be a sad world without any songs or music in it. Music is the rhythm to
They said these trails were haunted. I just like hiking, and never put much stock in tales of ghosts. Call me a skeptic if you
Dana walked on the foggy streets toward her daily work. Her phone rang, and she picked it up discontented. She listened to music with her
The best day of my life was celebrating a cold and dreary birthday in Iceland. Photo by S Migaj from Pexels Most stories reminisce about
The pristine light of the summer sun smacked me across the face. The massive jackhammer in my head told me we had danced in the
Please move to the back of the carriage Here she comes.Here he comes?Here they come? Pulling into the station, a hearty beasta flurry of chaotic
Being a writer with attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder (ADHD) can be extremely difficult; focusing on making sure my article is written as a coherent and smooth read
Trauma resides in my body. Snuggled deep in the folds of my brain, it tucks itself beneath my right should blade, gathering like poison about
A certain amount of preparation needs to be done before I decide to wear the sun on my face. Sooner than I can synthesize my
One of my ex-boyfriends, Ben*, a selfish, controlling ass who wouldn’t let me have a say in anything we did together, thought it was okay
I was in 2nd grade at (what felt like a big school) Lincoln Primary School. It was a beautiful sunny day in Leland, North Carolina.
We planned a pretty future. It was only yesterday. Two young hearts were parted and went a separate way. We lost a pretty future, don’t
In twilight’s hush, where shadows dance and play, A fairy’s wish takes flight in wondrous ways. With delicate wings, she flutters by, Her whispered words,
Living in secret Until when I hide? Between the excuses Of having no time Or maybe was the dearest Blindside of mine Saving the merit
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