One Sentence ~ One Story By: A Siokos

Coloring flows like a stream, lake or river.  In the end they become a sea.  They become one. When I color, my different colors become feelings, actions and outcomes. In the end they become one.  A beautiful picture of one heart, one mind and one body.  That picture becomes me!

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That Woman. By: Amanda S Falk

There is this woman that sometimes gets on my nerves.

She gets mad and upset too easily.

I think of ways I can help her.

I tell her to stop thinking so much and just go read or write.

I tell her to just let go of all the things that are out of her control.

I tell her to just think of all the things she can be grateful for.

She starts to cry from all the pain she feels in her heart.

I don’t know how to console her, or how to make her pain stop.

So she does things to numb the pain and all of those feelings.

I wish this woman would listen to me, for some reason she never does.

There is this woman who sometimes gets on my nerves!

That woman is me.

THE FIRST SNOW OF THE SEASON By: Elizabeth Bailey

The last leaves have fallen

and the animals slumber.

 

Winter is coming.

The first snow is falling.

 

Sneaking off to the mountains,

the clatter of skis all around.

 

Racing up and down the slopes.

The day slowly slips away.

 

Now back at the lodge,

feet propped up by the fire.

 

A hot cup of cocoa in hand,

watching  the snow fall steadily.

 

I think to my self…

What a great day of playing hooky.

HAPPILY EVER AFTER by Esperanza Eian

I always wanted a happily ever after filled with love and laughter.

Instead all I got was a disaster.

Chasing my dreams, I will succeed.

I see my past in the distance.

Looking forward to my future.

Living in the present time.

I tell myself you are worth it baby girl you shine.

Trying to forget anything that has hurt me.

How many people who would only desert me.

God on my side while the devil is always lurking.

My Grandmother, she is such a blessing my guide when I feel lost.

She will never let me sink when I think I am drowning.

Makes me smile when she sees me frowning.

So many days I have stopped counting.

The world is spinning and so is my head.

Rest in peace to the dead.

This life is a constant war.

Still I will fight until I can’t no more.

Even when it is dark I see the sunshine.

In due time everything will fall in place.

For now I will deal with the problems at hand and do it with grace.

Slow down, there is no rush time to find my own pace.

 

Esperanza Eian

LOCKER FIVE TWENTY-SEVEN By Nicole Longley

Brand new school

It’s my first day of class

Middle of the semester

Hope it’s over with fast

 

Mine’s locker Five Twenty-Seven

At the far end of the hall

Chipped, bent up door

Triple six scrawled on the wall

 

I open the locker

Not surprised to find,

Balled up paper and garbage,

And an old notebook inside

 

The notebook is decorated

Both backside and front

No clues to the owner,

So inside I hunt

 

I look for a name

But inside I find,

Deep personal thought

Yet nothing is signed

 

I can tell it’s a girl’s,

And I get the impression,

This poor girl has faced

A lot of suppression

 

Her story is unveiled

Right before my eyes

Ink blurred on the pages,

Where the girl often cries

 

 

She’s Muslim by faith,

But American born

Bullied for her religion

And the clothes she has worn

 

Her parents are both

Of Middle Eastern decent

They gave her their dark skin,

And her foreign accent

 

She is called names like terrorist,

Through-out the day

The student’s slice her to pieces,

With the words that they say

 

They degrade her so much

Inside she’s a mess

They harass and tease her

Made her deeply depressed

 

She’s different from the others,

So they constantly mock her

They threaten her daily

Jokes she keeps bombs in her locker

 

Her self-esteem’s shattered

She aches to her core

I decide to search for the owner

Of my locker before

 

I go to the office

Walk up to the reception

I ask for the previous owner

Of locker Five Twenty-Seven

 

The receptionist’s face

Tells me that she knows

But the answer not pleasant

In the expression she shows

 

She knows without checking

The girl of locker Five Twenty-Seven

But she says I won’t find her

Says the poor girl in heaven

 

Her mother found her in the morning,

In a noose made from a sheet

She left her a note

On the floor under her feet

 

“Dear mom I love you

Please try not to cry,

But I can’t stand the pain

So I am saying good-bye”

 

 

This girl was tormented,

So she sought a means to an end

Perhaps all this girl needed

Was one single friend

 

I’ve kept her book with me

As a reminder to always be kind

Her stories keep me humble

Help me center my mind

 

She left a mark on my soul

Although we never met

This girl taught me a lesson,

One I will never forget

 

It only takes one person to see,

Someone’s pain and their strife

It takes only one person to listen,

And maybe save someone’s life.

 

 

Intolerance of Key West By Valerie F. White

My story starts when I came to the Florida Keys two years ago.  I had a purpose in mind for good changes in the community to help with what’s intolerable.  This is one of the biggest vacation spots listed for tropical islands in the United States.  The gorgeous turquoise warm water and weather attract many people from all over the world.  We know with a lot of day and night entertainment being offered of all kinds also comes with issues.  Activities can be very insufferable and drinking over the limit is the biggest cause of hatred, prejudice, animosity and bigotry causing the local police to become very zealous about the situation.  Those that come here are tourists.  The cost of living is high priced.  Many that live here are retired and have set incomes owning their own homes.  The ones still making a living here usually have a well-paid job to survive, ones that do not end up homeless.  Some will seek help for their issues, most will not.   There is not enough recovery in the Keys.  Lots of the ones without help that need to break the cycle, stay caught in the court system.   With a Celebrate Recovery program here in the Key West I can see there might be a big change.  There needs to be alternatives for people who get incarcerated and have to attend a recovery program that works weekly for all their needs.  The program I have been involved in for the last three years I have seen work miraculously well with a wonderful outcome of seeing big changes in people getting assistance as long as they attend weekly.  Problems in a community are not resolved overnight, as we know that it takes a great team of people that have already faced and overcome their issues before helping another or being a responsible accountability partner or sponsor for the one in need.

My goal is to bring Celebrate Recovery to Key West to help here with anyone suffering from any hurts, habits or hang-ups.  It is a faith based recovery group sharing with a group of people you can trust.  Support groups with people that have found a way to live in a community with many obstacles of getting a life back.  It helps keep families together making lives more beautiful and tolerable.  A place to help children while their parents are in-group, learning activities and childcare offered. Children are our future helping them to see better adults.  Getting people out of a prison system that is intolerable!

 

Intolerance By Amanda Suzanne Faulke

She stared at the books on her desk, waiting for her Public Speaking class to start.  Amy was a sophomore at Baylor University in San Antonio, Texas.  The professor walked in and all the students became silent.  Today is the day that the Professor is going to give out everybody’s final speaking assignment.  Professor Mac also informed everyone that the speeches would be held at the Amphitheatre in front of the whole community.  That information was a little unsettling to Amy but there was not much she could do about it.  Amy got the subject of “INTOLERANCE” in the world today.  After class she went to the Library to begin doing research on Intolerance, she began writing her speech.  She walked out on the stage to the podium and Amy began her speech.

 

“Intolerance, to be intolerable, and to be in intolerant.  It’s an endless cycle of people unwilling to grant equality, freedom or any other social rights.  It’s very sad how much intolerance there is today.  So much prejudice, hatred, animosity and bigotry, it is scary.  For example: just look at all the recent terrorist attacks happening in London; where men women and children have been killed and injured.  Suicide bombers at concerts, shootings, stabbings and even a terrorist driving a bus just running into and over people!  Why has this world become so insufferable?  This is how the children of the world today are being taught.  They learn from how we act, then that is how they act as a result.  To much pride and to much prejudice! Too many phrases that should never be said, many things that should never be done and things that should never be seen!

We might all put out the fire while the flame is still small.  If everyone in this world would do his or her part, then maybe this endless cycle will actually end.”