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I gave it a lot of thought... I was going to have you guys doing something really challenging such as ninja penguins seeking revenge... but I guess I'll let you all slide this week. What I'd really like to see is something I can never really write about. I want to see some works about family, good or bad. Its the type of thing that when I read all of your work, I can reflect and see what all I'm missing, and what I missed. I want to be able to put myself in the position of the writer and see what it feels like... just for a moment.

I'm sure it sounds kinda stupid to some of you, but it's something fairly important to me. Be as creative as you want as long as it has something to do with family. I'm looking forward to this and I guarantee I'll read every word you all write and soak up as many meanings I can imagine for it. This week runs from July 6 - July 12. I will announce the winner of Week 8 sometime in the afternoon of July 12.

I'd wish you all luck, but you don't need it. I know each and every one of you are very capable writers and am fully expecting to be blown away by your work. Just have fun with it.

Hey guys!! back...i was gone for a while cause i was sick, but i'm better now. yay or something! hehe...so um...well here's my submission!

It's Strange

Strange, how families work,
They’re all wrapped up
In each other, wanting nothing more
Than to be there
For each and every family member.
Even those rough ones,
The ones that say they
Don’t care,
But they really do
Want to be there
For each and every family member.
It’s in our hearts,
No matter of anyone’s saying,
The way we care
For each and every family member.
I’ve seen the worst
I’ve seen the best,
And the rest,
And still all that I ever see,
Is a caring, loving family.
Maybe not on the outside,
But, of course, in the heart,
We all want to care,
And we all want to be there
For each and every family member.
Father, mother, sister, brother,
Baby, teen, and toddler,
They are all together,
Even if they deny it,
They still care, and they are always there
For each and every family member.
Strange, how families work,
Knowing each other, like none other,
That alone shows
That they truly do care.

eh..not the best, but i like it so...blah!! hee...don't ask...



*RinRin*

well, here is my poem.

my mother and I :

my family was broken
when my mother cryed
my family was broken
when my mother lyed
my family was broken
when my mother was mad
my family was broken
when my mother was sad
my family was broken when
when my mother was scared
my family was broken
when my mother didnt care.
my family was broken
when my mother died
my family was
my mother and I.

Wow, so far I have quite the hybrid poem in mind. Keep it coming, keep it coming, I want to make the best collaboration writing on the site yet. So far you guys are definately feeding the material. So far nothing in the sucking calibur. Good work so far RinRin and Brenda.

Family, what does that word mean? To me, it meant my Dad:

! was 12, my brother 13, and through those years, we would ask mom, about our dad.
We could see that it hurt her, to ask about our dad, sometimes, she couldn't even speak, that was more often than not, her only reply.

My brother and I knew, our questions made her sad. Yet, there were times when mom would reply. Like, once she said, your father was in the Army, then the border patrol. We lived in an upstairs apartment, when I'd hear his foot-steps, upon those stairs, my heart would beat so fast, I thought that I would die.

I loved your dad, with all my heart, but years can be corrosive and love can only take, or excuse so much. Your dad has remarried, has children by this wife, but listen to me boys, your dad loves you very much. (I remember, when mom had us both in front of her, she always, called us boys.}

It came to pass, I went to live with my dad. a tall man, he had blue eyes, but most of all, I remember, he was a hard man, and he rasised me that way. He worked hard, had five kids to raise, before I joined up. Now, he had six kids to raise, a wife and himself. We ate a lot of deer meat, turkey, fish, squirrels & dumplings, all caught or killed by dad. He was an out doors man, he knew how to survive and how to provide.

This is a short presentation, for I lived with dad for four years, before his drinking got so bad, I went back home to mom, and my brother, who chose to stay with mom, because he knew how much it hurt her, when I left, to live with dad.

Dad passed away last year, ravaged by the years, when he finally died, I'm told he didn't even know his name. I got the word from my step-mom..., your dad has passed away. I never shed a tear, just sent flowers, to be laid upon his grave

Most of all, I remember my dad was strong, tall and had blue eyes. He was tough and knew how to survive, was pleased to hear, I had joined the Marines Corps, so, my step mom said.

Now, my dad is gone, I'm glad I sent the flowers, to be laid upon his grave.

MartinV

Congratulations Seizure!

Here's my poem!

DAD

I can still see your face clearly
Even though seventeen years have passed.
I miss you and I still love you
No matter what.

Have I ever said thank you
For all life's lessons I learned?
That even in your sick bed
You continued to teach me.

I could never be any luckier
To have had somebody great.
I will never forget you dad.
I am me because of you.

Sometimes the best isn't good enough
Even when masked with love, life can be rough
Behind the closed doors where the nightmares reside
No hope of escape, to the family you're tied

Oh yes, you can leave, and be on your own
but you can't leave behind what the family's sown
To heavily embedded on a fragile mind.
You struggle to find a place for memories left behind

You yearn to call home for a needy touch
but you know it's a bad idea and that hurts you so much
It's hard to look forward when you want to look back
But is it worth it to be reminded of everyway you are lack

So quietly you sit in your world all alone
wondering why you don't just pick up the phone
Each day it grows harder as more time is passed
Thank goodness the aloneness and longing won't last

So you make your own family and build you a home
Then it's your own children's actions you don't condone
That's when the cycle starts all over again
Hearing your own parents words but it's your mouth that sends

You look back at it now from a different angle
What a strange web we've build just to get tangled
Again you move forward and get slapped with the past
Altering slightly the mold for the next generation cast

great poem dreamer!

I was pretty surprised by it myself... Even when I re-read it I liked it Might be one for the site... Great choice of topic with some really great writing. from everyone....

Becky

Someone

I know a place
where i can go
when things are bad
when i feel alone

Someone to listen
Someone who cares
Someone I know
that will always be there

I know a place
where i feel safe
When things in my life
are so hard to face

Someone to laugh with
Someone to trust
Someone I know
that loves me so much

I know a place
where the rain sometimes falls
But the sun always shines
through the cracks in the walls

Someone to listen
Someone who cares
Someone I know
that will always be there

I have a family
A family, I love
A door always open
A gift, from above