brigid-hurley
Brigida Hurley, Hispanic with diversity grew up in a valley town just like a valley girl, and she loved to spend her time at the beach. She grew up with six siblings. She enjoyed exploring her town as a child and looked forward to Thrifty ice cream. Her dad was a paratrooper for the army, and later a veteran. She was taught to love Jesus and as she got older she read the new testament book. Brigida enjoys animals, cooking, baking and children literature. / / Brigida has three children, and each child has a dog. The dogs are all different breeds. There's a Doberman, German Shepherd, and a Border collie. Brigida has a passion for puppies, and she has Puppy Quotes on Facebook. / / She has written two children's books on digital media with Amazon. She has written articles on Medium, an online publication. "I love to take pictures
The hostile computer file
Was in an old style
That slipped and floated
In hotter water.
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 6:13 PM UTC
The Others gathered around to eat ice cream sundaes.
The diversity and multicultural festival was crowded.
I thought how do the others relate to this unforgettable experience.
The flavors of ice cream was of varity and taste.
There was even an eating contest for a charity donating food and clothes from the others.
I sat at the picnic tables where an event would take place.
The family members from the others began to sit at the picnic tables.
It was my day off, and I looked forward to spending time with the others with familiar and unfamiliar faces in places I rarely attend, but I want to.
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 5:44 PM UTC
Bitter lemons on my tongue
Summer is here and fall is near
Pumpkins are dear and self is clear
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 3:13 PM UTC
The broken heart needs time;
When flowers bloom again;
Until then feel the warmth of the sun.
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC
Desert Sunsets with Blood Orange Red Prisms.
Birds flying high;
On a Crystal clear blue sky.
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 3:04 PM UTC
"I remember, it was thirty minutes ago."
My mommy Fed me until my tummy was full.
" I fell fast asleep."
After awhile, I was dreaming of a movie I just saw on television.
"I tossed and turned for what seem like forever."
[My hands are weak and my tail is numb.
How could I be burried alive?]
"I cried and I cried."
[No one can hear me inside.
A two feet beneath a square trap . Equal in measures from side to side.]
"Mommy, where am I?"
"Get out of there," she cried.
[My eyes are tired, and I just want to sleep.
Wake me up. I'm burried alive.]
[She gently shook her baby mouse to wake up and follow the trail to the other side.]
["It's just a dream and a belly full of dinner." The mommy mouse replied.]
"This happened forty minutes ago." (
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 1:50 AM UTC
Branches that stretch along the terrace with dangling stems throughout. Scraped, chipped and peeled of layers from its grey skin. Connecting each stem to stem marked by living things that invade and conquer this figure with branches and stems. With glitches along the way. Fades and patches, competing with each other, yet symbolic something to be discovered. Flow and movement takes its advantages and makes it into the unknown, and the discovery of richness and deep surfaces to be drawn in for the taking. The breathing organism pound its bleeding heart through and through as it forms pockets of bubbles for reciprocating. Where the exchange begins or ends has a recycle formulated within the branches of its life to receive and life to give; given source.
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 1:40 AM UTC