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    Written in Life's Design
    Written in Life's Design
    Written in Life's Design
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    Written in Life's Design

    By Danielle E. Craig

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    Written in Life's Design, Is a book of poetic and left-of-center poetic writings describing life's experiences. Aimed to inspire, define, and help guide those of us
    who are unsure where to turn next. Inside you will find a multitude of diversity. Each page has its own story to tell, each chapter will paint a portrait in your head, and the book in whole will inspire you. You can read
    it from front to back, but to optically indulge your senses I recommend reading it piece-by-piece. May this book entertain and delight you the way it did me while writing it.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthorHouse
    Release dateOct 4, 2011
    ISBN9781463449919
    Written in Life's Design
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    Danielle E. Craig

    Danielle Craig was born in Ogden, Utah on July, 29th, 1984. She has lived in a small handful of states and Aviano, Italy. Her goals in life consist of learning all that she can, helping others, and most of all being a good mother. This book is her way of supporting others in their trials along the path of life. She has seen a lot in life and hopes to reach out to everyone needing a hand. The opportunity for her to publish this book came about just four months after moving to the outskirts of Columbus, Ohio from a small town in Southern Indiana. Danielle is a gypsy of sorts. She knows that life is always changing and so are we. Her two favorite sayings are, "We do the best that we can with the building blocks life has left to us," and "I find comfort in walking a path not marked by other men, or women as the case may be."

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      Book preview

      Written in Life's Design - Danielle E. Craig

      Contents

      Acknowledgements/Dedications

      Chapter 1

      More Reliable Me

      Barely Exposed Soul

      Self Composite

      Knowing Eyes of Recognition

      My Own Day

      Let me Hear You

      Foreign me

      The best me for me

      Chapter 2

      Rebuilt

      Try not to think

      Feeling so alone

      Entrapment

      Cause and Effect

      Just so you know

      My Depression

      From Outside looking In

      Chapter 3

      I Remember

      Unknown Mystery

      No Measurement for the Path

      Seeking Spirit Held by Fate

      One of the Majority

      Transverse beliefs

      Native American

      Passer by

      Chapter 4

      Past the Pearly Gates

      Uniqueness

      Life’s tree

      Always as One of the Guys

      Aaron and Me

      The 4 wheel drive I hit you with

      Ode to sex

      Chapter 5

      Just you

      As an invisible

      Dead-end Fairy Tale

      We Have Grown

      Yo Escibir (I Write)

      One More Touch

      Calling out to You

      Should have been more than Good-Bye

      Chapter 6

      Liam Paiden Craig

      Naomie Kay

      Anna Marie

      This isn’t Why I’m Here

      For A Friend Like You

      WRITING YOU BEAUTIFUL LETTERS

      Gilded Wings

      Beckon Call

      I See His Words

      Chapter 7

      It Matters Most

      Climb high

      Color of Sight

      Your life has a Purpose

      Risky Chance

      Never Settle into Reality

      More In Here

      Before The Day Breaks

      Acknowledgements/Dedications

      This book is dedicated to my children,

      Liam P. Craig and Naomie K. Craig.

      (Remember, when life faces you harshly

      smile, laugh, and move out of the way.)

      Special appreciation needs to be given to

      Shirley—Main Editor/Best Friend

      Zachary—2nd Editor/ Fiancé

      Stan—Friend and Mentor

      To all of the people who have guided me in my life’s desires,

      Thank You!

      Chapter 1

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      Who Really Knows where the

      Path will End,

      By Merely Looking At

      Where we Came From?

      More Reliable Me

      I ask for hands that are stronger than my own

      and expect kinder emotions than that which I have been shown.

      I give this world my life’s’ first and last breath.

      Taking time now to present you with bitter honesty.

      I am vengeful when I am mad and

      hopeful when the black moon does not show the path ahead.

      I lead out on structured dreams,

      yet it seems I am destined to fall back into the shadows.

      I have heard that every life has a purpose and every dog has his day.

      Somehow, though, I have not seen such.

      I know that out there somewhere there is a more reliable way to find myself.

      The me that is not vulnerable to my own exasperations.

      The me that used to love.

      Before I thought too much about the hurt that sometimes comes with it.

      The flower child in me that was more laughter and less conformed.

      The me that is still me hiding in the shadows.

      Waiting for a day that the more reliable me has a chance to step up.

      Saying kiss my skinny white ass mother fuckers I am still here.

      More reliable, less conformed, laughing harder than I even thought I could.

      Because I made my dreams come true.

      I wrote when you said I wouldn’t do anything with it.

      I fought back when I got off track.

      Stood tall when you beat me down.

      I forgave those who tortured me.

      Those who said I was too ugly or too skinny.

      Before I walked away, I gave my druggie ways to the cold turkey.

      I have given my friends and family all that I possibly can.

      Loved like I should and maybe a few times should have not.

      I have made good decisions along with the bad.

      I have dreamed a gorgeous web of dreamer’s dreams.

      And even had the chance to make some of them come true.

      I have done the best that I could to help another.

      Perhaps I have already found the more reliable me.

      Barely Exposed Soul

      I recall the days of past that haunted sleepy nights.

      Torturous pleas swept over dreams for things to change.

      Life’s sweet bliss kissed the lips of anger,

      Transforming the transverse politics into pleasurable puppets.

      In differences,

      I have found that life’s sweetest gift is the smile you give away.

      Freely baring your soul to the exposed reality of human nature.

      I bare my soul to be disregarded.

      I hold strong in my search for another old soul to connect with.

      Never surrendering to the cold chill that occasionally sweeps over me.

      I bounce back and sing,

      For the voice I have been given was not made in silence.

      I shall not remain so!

      I live,

      For that is what I do best.

      In moments time I see…

      Life is loves greatest freedom for whom may accept it as it may be.

      Self Composite

      To ask what I am,

      is a question that hasn’t any answers.

      I am stories.

      I am genuine past

      written before the present,

      and called on before the future.

      I am a composite of tales,

      Non-fiction novels grovel for this story.

      I am built from words.

      I thrive on the stories I have to tell.

      I live to learn more…

      All that I can.

      For living is a short tale.

      A gun shot in the open hands of man.

      It is based off of a simple breath.

      Held by the choice to choose

      and the fear of nothing except for fear itself.

      If one picture is worth a million words,

      then what are a million words worth

      when the paint by number story is told?

      I am a composite.

      A multitude of color and diversity.

      If I had to answer the question,

      What are You?

      I would only be able to say,

      I am me.

      Knowing Eyes of Recognition

      Somewhere on this path of

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