Deborah Leah Krempa > Writing | WritersCafe.org

My penknife grows weary as I write Another dark and sleepless night Staggering, staggering... Enter into this world of gloom Insomniamust be t..

it was raining in memphis on the red dirt roads when we arrived at the hotel elvis fans getting together for a week of concert's with elvis imp..

i met a lady in the psyche ward who was labeled schizopherenic she kept hearing voices in her head she said she had no friends accept the ones sh..

(a true story of a teenage girl who is a live-in babysitter and is abused)

Iran away from all my responsibilites All i could see were my inadequecies my frailities So i locked myself in a bottle full throttle ahead ..

He cheated on me with heroin and wine She stole his soul and made him lose his mind I rather it had been another woman that took my place It woul..

(about abuse)

Please don't drink and drive!

(a true account)

(Just random thoughts)