Sandra McMillian

Sandra McMillian

34 years old
Female
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Springfield
United States
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  • Favorite Poets/Writers
    Poe, Tennyson, Browning
    Favorite Quote
    "Be the change you want to see in the world." -Gandhi
    Favorite Place To Write
    In my head
    How Did You Hear About FCN
    JDE

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I have always written when faced with turmoil. My writings may not be the best or most correct form, but they are my truth. Recently I lost one of the most important people in my world. He always inspired me and led me to this site. So here I am.

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  • 14th October 2014 Published

    Fate

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  • 13th October 2014 Published

    Fairy tales

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    Sandra McMillian
    Sandra McMillian wrote a new blog: "Fate".
    Shaking hands, churning insides, pounding head Not sure what lies on the road ahead We arrive sky dark, tears falling from above God weaping for the tragedy weve created A life so beautiful tore apart by selfishness and stupidity Two souls ...
    2 years ago
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    Clara B. Ray
    "Clara B. Ray" commented on Sandra McMillian's Blog "Fairy tales".
    Sandra, I could feel the pain and loss. Thanks so much for sharing this.
    2 years ago
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    Sandra McMillian
    Sandra McMillian wrote a new blog: "Fairy tales".
    Star struck eyes and insane logic clouds my mind False hopes, nightmares cloaked in dreams Fairy tales told as a child, remembered well, never my happyending Clouds loom overhead, lightning strikes, thunder booms Tragic hearts, our futures ...
    2 years ago

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  • Depth Writer
        The air smelt of stale urine, though it blew Seashells bare formed a forest in middle dew Well hairs deep standing with the watery openess, lay in substance. Trees stare into tails ... Depth ...
  • Depth Writer
        A genocide had came and gone; leaving nothing to trace, only remnants of  brick-red chalk lines where bodies were laid to rest upong, their deaths. And the moon and soil ... Depth ...
  • Depth Writer
        Dark, narrow hallway Despair writ in lipstick on the mirrored wall A squeeking chair rocked back into another time Souless as it cried through the wind of change. Depth ...
  • Depth Writer
    Gentle sands laid across empty brows As high, as one could imagine, there it lie ever-more In suclusion, isolated from mortality and its bed of despair On peeks where crows nest in wait, on ... Depth ...
  • Depth Writer
    O'er dem dare hills, I saw with my own, a man the size of da Liberty scoot and go da running away from dem shop-keepers. Funny if, I think back, watching dust fly up in dose damn hill crowns, a ... Depth ...

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