PTSD


He’s at home in his bed,

His wife at his side.

But he finds himself in battle,

As he opens his eyes.


The enemy is upon them,

His friends are all dying.

So he fights with all he has,

While his insides are crying.


There! Don’t you see?!

An enemy to his side!

So he raises his gun,

And he shoots the damn guy!


A scream pulls him back,

And he sees what he’s done.

He’s back in his kitchen,

Where he just shot his own son.




A/N: If interested then the following link is to a website where you can make a donation to help soldiers dealing with PTSD:

http://ptsdusa.org/support-u/make-a-donation/

Dear Santa…

A/N: A poem consisting of an eight-year-old boy’s letter to Santa. 



Dear Santa, I’ve been real good this year, so please send me what I wish for as a gift,

Please dear Santa, don’t send me coal, for I’m not on the Naughty List!

I’ve been brushing my teeth twice a day, and eaten no stolen sweets.

And I’ve been a brave boy, Santa, for it is only twice that I this year have wetted my sheets.



I asked mom to turn the night lamp off, and so I lie there alone in the dark.

But I’m a brave boy now, so worry not, last week I even stood up for Mark!

He’s been teased, and he’s been pushed, and this time I said no more!

And Mark and I are best friends now, of this we together swore.

Continue reading Dear Santa…

Sun & Moon

A cute little story, very much like a fairy tale. Written by writer Mie Kjerulff.

Mie Kjerulff

In the beginning of time, when the earth was still young, the Great Mother had chosen the round Sun and the crescent Moon to rule the skies together as one. It was agreed that the Sun would soar the sky during the day parading his strong golden light, and when Night came to spread his blanket of darkness on earth, the fair Moon would follow sharing her subtle, soft white glow. Everything was harmony.

After centuries of being close to each other, Night and the Moon fell in love and as their love grew stronger it fostered children. Their children arose to the heavens as Stars; for every new child, was a new Star.
The Moon’s never ending love for the Night and the Stars made her grow and become bigger, until she, too was round like the Sun, and with her sudden immensity her once soft glow was becoming…

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