Category Archives: Short Stories

What's The Matter With Me…Pink Eye


Pink eye, stink eye
Stink eye, can’t even blink eye
Pain like a knife
You can’t even wink

Hard enough to breath what’s the matter with me
X-rays and breathing treatments being brought in
Blood being drawn
Pink eye, stink eye
Can’t even think straight
This is crazy I have no more fight
This thing is taking my life out of me
I can’t even explain
What’s going on
What’s the matter with me…
Pink eye




Caterpillar, caterpillar crawling around
I see you do you see me
Caterpillar, caterpillar crawling around
Crawling your way up and down the middle of town
What does your day go like each day
Being slow and crawling all day
I just don’t know how you do it so
Caterpillar, caterpillar crawling around
I see you, do you see me too

Written by
BrieAnna age 7


My Cousin

My cousin is great
My cousin is good
My cousin just turned three
I love my baby cousin boy
I love him very much
My cousin is definitely my friend indeed

Written by
BrieAnna age 7


Sea Shells

Sea shells
Sea shells
At the beach
I love sea shells
Because they are so great

Written by
BrieAnna age 7



Love is good
Love is great
I just LOVE love because it makes people happy together and smile

Written by
BrieAnna age 7


Life Was Taken Too Short, Gone Too Young

Just to see your face once more
Your smile brightening any room and bringing in the light
Remembering how silly and funny you would always be
Knowing how much you always cared
Sharing the faith of God and his word everywhere you’d go
Keeping us high even when we felt so low
Building us up when we felt sad and blue
You’d shine as bright as any star when you came through the door
Now all I have left to think of is all the memories bitter sweet of you
While thinking and remembering you
You were a good friend, a sister, an aunt, a niece, a Christian and a social mentor. Now you are a women lay to rest and one who’s made it further than many of the rest
Life taken so short and so tragic with time
Though you made it far and created a new open door maybe to still speak out even once you have moved on
To change someone else life and still pull them thru
It’s been years but often times I still find myself thinking of you and seeing you in so many new things
I believe that you may still be working more from the other side
I miss your laugh though and how you could talk an ear off having the right words to say
Then to suddenly hear the sad news of the traffic accident that day
But in all we’ve pulled on through and still been able to see and think of you
In all the days that we still go thru
Your not a blessing in disguise, your an angel who has gained her thrown within the skies
Your a legacy who will still go far
With many stories to still be told
Your a beautiful women who will never grow old
Your a savior to those who knew you and heard your fame
Your a saint who pulled strong to never give up on others around to help them out before they would fall too far down
Your someone who was gone too young
But all in all your good name remains
With a legacy as she touched everyone in her life in a special way leaving an imprint with them before leaving that day

Written and dedicated to:
Amanda O’Donnell 2012

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Posted by on July 16, 2012 in Love, Poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized



Lost In Memory

Lost in memory
Not knowing what everything should be
Forgetting all the important things
Not even remembering names

Lost in memory
Hiding from the known things
Trying hard to return to your past
Taking time to piece together your own life
Working at remembering

Lost in memory is half my life
while the other half is lost within fear of the unknowns and coming of the future for me

Lost in memory
Much of my time
This is where I still remain
Important things I need to recall
Go gone for good once walking into the memory door

Confused and frustrated and misunderstood is what people say that recall all of their own life
They don’t feel what the heartache feels like of being lost forever in memory

They don’t know the frustration and pain
Unless they have gone into lost memory

Maybe tomorrow, yesterday or even next week maybe just maybe my loss of memory will give me a break

Although I doubt that so
For I already know that it happens more than enough for anyone to name
Being lost in that memory game

So I’m not looking for much
Not even a flame burning still in hope
For I know that at this point my life holds onto much doubt
I still believe that my memory shall one day truly fail and that in a year
Even then still I will be lost in memory once more


Posted by on July 11, 2012 in Poetry, Short Stories, Uncategorized