http://www.eliteskills.com/u/lenotoire The writings and poetry of lenotoire. en-us Mon, 23 Nov 2009 04:40:55 -0600 Mon, 23 Nov 2009 04:40:55 -0600 Elite Generator http://www.eliteskills.com/z/59406 All my writings come to me at night when I search for sleep, but find none. http://www.eliteskills.com/z/91846 When I first posted this piece, I didn't add a description to it. This piece was a result of a comment I recieved from on1eday.co.uk on my piece Flames Of My Fate. He told me that he wondered how that piece would turn out if I had not restricted myself to rhyme. I kind of took it as a little challenge he was throwing out, whether that was his intention or not. This piece here is a result. No restrictions with the added benefit that I have moved past the memories that inspired that piece and finally laid them to rest. It is funny how one small comment can help someone so much. Whether this piece is good or bad, I thank on1eday for that comment. http://www.eliteskills.com/z/62317 This always happens to me. http://www.eliteskills.com/z/61401 I was seventeen and felt so alone, the day my oldest son was born. This is for Jacob, my angel in disguise. http://www.eliteskills.com/z/59392 I do alot of my writing at night when I search for sleep, but cannot find it. http://www.eliteskills.com/z/72048 At first I didn't have a description for this piece and it caused a little confusion, so I figured I better add one. Christina was not my sister by blood, but I did consider her my sister. We had a small group of friends and we considered each other sisters. We all stuck by each other more than our real families. So this is why I call Christina, along with the other girls, my sister. And to those I have confused, I am sorry. http://www.eliteskills.com/z/59099 My writings come to me at night when I struggle for sleep, but cannot find it. http://www.eliteskills.com/z/59105 A lot of my writing comes at night when I search for sleep, but cannot find it. http://www.eliteskills.com/z/59912 This was written about my sister and my nephew. My sister was diagnosed with Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis at a very young age. I remember as a kid, the trips she would take to the state hopital for treatment. Her son started showing signs of the disease when he was about 5 years old. Ten years ago, they, along with her husband, parished in a terrible car accident. Leaving one survivor, their 4 year old son. It was a very tragic day for all those they had left behind. If anyone has any comments, good or bad, please let me know.