A Memorable Interview with author Sherry Strothers

Today, I had an opportunity to sit down and talk with Sherry Strothers, the author of the new book, "Strength is in the Struggle." This unique and passionate author had a lot to tell me about her book, personal life, and how she came to be who she is today. Read on to see how a Chief Warrant Officer in the Navy got inspired to write a book about never giving up and pushing through any obstacle to achieve success. Click here to order the book now.
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Gods and Creatures

Sometimes insecurity and doubt course through my veins like a paralysis leaving me unable to move like a vacuum they consume my insides until I am nothing but an abandoned whole truth or a beautiful shadow of Icarus who flew too close to the sun and melted his wings.Read more »

Starlet

The starlet sits
At the edge of her bed
Thinking back to simpler
And much less wealthy,
Corrupt times.Read more »

this is darkness, but this is love

you have me reeling through the middle of the night
emotions rocking and clock tocking in the wee hours
of the darkness and stillness of this velvety blackness
the constellations laugh down at me while i laugh up
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Flow

Straight, rigid lines,

Cutting deep borders,

Slicing and distributing

Neat little pieces of land.
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A user submitted poem by "heldinhishands"

this darkness behind my eyes
cannot be contained.
I am haunted with
questions of beauty
and why mine refuses
to be unveiled.
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Avard31

This particular poem I wrote for the beginning of a movie script that I am writing for fun. It is based on my beautiful girlfriend of three years. I hope you enjoy it.

This love transcends all space and time
Our only purpose is to hear "you're mine."
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September 24th 1945

The most beautiful sea:
                   hasn't been crossed yet.
The most beautiful child:
                   hasn't grown up yet.
Our most beautiful days:
                   we haven't seen yet.
And the most beautiful words I wanted to tell you
                   I haven't said yet...

by Nâzım Hikmet Ran

Go To Hell

I've never known love,
Never been taken care of,
Never been held tight,
Never been told it will be alright.

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The River by Liam Heaney

Here, stands a lonely river
Never been touched by the harshness of man
Slowly and quietly meandering
Through and through the peaceful valley
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Harmonic Resonance

Have you looked
Into the eye of a butterfly?
I have...
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One

I will not be written about in textbooks or studied in classes
Nothing large and ostentatious will be dedicated in my name
I will not make the front page when I visit a small town
My work will be worth the same amount when I die
But
If I can change one mind
Elicit one giggle
Start one discussion
Give one smile
Then every word I write is worthwhile


By Amanda Anne Reilly

It's All In the Mind

I saved my mind to a memory stick
so I can reboot each time I get sick.

My version control says don't ask me
and I've started to sing in MP3.

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Lonely Suicide

it's scary when no one understands
you think they do but they lie
always leading you on and fucking your mind
leaving your body aside
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Along The Sea

As I wander far
Along the foreign strand
I feel the tug of home
Pulling on my hand,
I feel the loneliness
That I have made for me
Whenever I am here
On the edge of the sea.
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The Village Blacksmith

Under a spreading chestnut tree

the village smithy stands;

The smith, a mighty man is he,

With large and sinewy hands;

And the muscles of his brawny arms

Are strong as iron bands.

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Baxter Bug and the Purple Orb

Baxter was born in a meadow
under a rotting plank
with hundreds of brothers and sisters
in a home both darkly and dank.

His momma was a June bug
and he was a June bug too,
schooled in all the sorts of things
that June bugs love to do.

The time had come for him to fly
and leave his happy home,
his momma went to the book case
and pulled out a well worn tome.

She read from a chapter called "Hazards"
to each of her children dear,
"Stay clear of birds when you’re flying
or you won't last out the year."

"And one more thing that you should know,
and this you must absorb,
beware of the light in the evening sky
that's called the purple orb."

So he left his home behind him,
went flying all around,
he saw some birds in the tree tops
and headed right for the ground.

After landing in the tall grass
he met a stink bug named Dwight
who told him wonderful stories
of an orb so purple and bright.

"Forget now what your mother said,
I'm here to set you straight,
the orb is just a doorway,
you know, it's like a gate."

"When you enter into its brightness
you're magically swept away
to a lovely world of happiness
where forever you can stay."

So Baxter started searching,
he looked both high and low
and if he found the purple orb
straight to it he would go.

But the light was very clever,
it kept its secret well,
poor Baxter kept on looking
as if he was under a spell.

Finally on an August eve
just as darkness was appearing
he spotted a distant purple glow
across a meadow's clearing.

"It must be the orb,” he said to himself,
so he flew with all his might
across the meadow with all due speed
towards that beautiful purple light.

Soon he hovered before it
and bathed in its eerie glow,
what wonders lay in store for him
his mind could scarcely know.

Gathering up his courage
into the purple light he sped,
crackle and zap was all he heard
as he fell to the ground near dead.

He lay in a growing pile
of other bugs who'd seen
a purple orb up in the sky,
but it wasn't what it seemed.

So if you meet a stink bug
who goes by the name of Dwight
don't believe the tales he tells
of a beautiful purple light.

Remember what Baxter's momma said,
"and this you must absorb,
beware of the light in the evening sky
that's called the purple orb."


By John

Romantic Haiku

A simple yet mysterious haiku. Very cool please read:

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That Feeling

You know that feeling?

That feeling.
It only happens once in a while,
and it happens when you meet someone special.
You feel complete.

It feels like rose petals are flying around everywhere,
every time a pleasant breeze blows.
In the ocean of emotions, I am floating on the top.
I feel so light I believe I can fly.
All I have to do is spread out my wings
and I'll be flying.
But I can't do it alone.
I need you there with me, because without you,
the rose petals all fall to the ground,
the pleasant breeze stops blowing,
and I start feeling heavier,
and drown to the bottom,
where only the most hated of the emotions stay.
Without you,
I will be left incomplete.


By Nux

Cute Love Poem

I really like this one a lot

Also check out this unique artwork