I know it has got to be hard to be away from your family. I just lost someone that went to jail and it is very hard for me. I really wish you the best Mr. Stevenson.
Thanks for writing! I finished the transcription for your post. Sorry to hear about your grandmom. Hold your head up, you sound like you have so much to still offer the world.
Hey bro! Thanks for the links! Information can be the key to power: you're doing a great service to all those families with members struggling in prison. I hope you keep posting to your blog -- you never know when those female pen pals will show up. Finally, thanks for the birthday wishes; mine is in May! Simple words can mean a whole to lot to people. Take care.
Thanks for writing! I finished the transcription for your post. Your ideas are very well thought out and articulated. Please continue to share your thoughts and insights with all of us who are here and interested.
I am just one 25 year old girl, living in New Hampshire. I recently had my stint with drugs and crime and was only in jail for 52 days pre-trial. I am now in this really intense employment program run by the state. The one and only thing I like about this program is the we get to do all kinds of service work, such as reading the betweenthebars website and replying to posts such as yours.
My life has been a struggle from early-childhood. A simple traumatic experience has led me where I am now; no job, 2 kids, a fiancé who doesn't work or drive, a felonious criminal record and nothing but time to sit around and regret my choices.
This is the first time I have ever responded to a blog on this website, and the only reason I am is because one line of your "Words seem so Hollow" poem struck a cord so deep within me, that I felt the need to respond.
You wrote, "My soul is hungry for something it hasn't been fed yet."
I feel like my life is a daily pursuit of something I do not know. Is there any meaning to this frivolous pursuit of happiness? It just opens up so many more questions... What is the meaning of life? What is my destiny? Am I ruled by fate? Do I have any choices of my own? Would I do it differently if I knew now? When will it end?
I guess I just wanted to write to you so that you know you are not alone. I wanted you to know that there are hundreds of thousands of other people out there that feel the same things you do.. People who are young, old, girls, boys, free or locked-up. There are so many of us, and we all feel the same way you do. I just wanted to write to you to tell you that even though I don't know you, I will probably never meet you - I'm thinking of you today. I am thinking of the invisible connection we have, just because I got to read your poem one day, while I was farting around on the computer.
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--Calhoun25
Your poems are so inspirational - keep your head up and keep writing.
tawnyaashleyball
I am just one 25 year old girl, living in New Hampshire. I recently had my stint with drugs and crime and was only in jail for 52 days pre-trial. I am now in this really intense employment program run by the state. The one and only thing I like about this program is the we get to do all kinds of service work, such as reading the betweenthebars website and replying to posts such as yours.
My life has been a struggle from early-childhood. A simple traumatic experience has led me where I am now; no job, 2 kids, a fiancé who doesn't work or drive, a felonious criminal record and nothing but time to sit around and regret my choices.
This is the first time I have ever responded to a blog on this website, and the only reason I am is because one line of your "Words seem so Hollow" poem struck a cord so deep within me, that I felt the need to respond.
You wrote, "My soul is hungry for something it hasn't been fed yet."
I feel like my life is a daily pursuit of something I do not know. Is there any meaning to this frivolous pursuit of happiness? It just opens up so many more questions... What is the meaning of life? What is my destiny? Am I ruled by fate? Do I have any choices of my own? Would I do it differently if I knew now? When will it end?
I guess I just wanted to write to you so that you know you are not alone. I wanted you to know that there are hundreds of thousands of other people out there that feel the same things you do.. People who are young, old, girls, boys, free or locked-up. There are so many of us, and we all feel the same way you do. I just wanted to write to you to tell you that even though I don't know you, I will probably never meet you - I'm thinking of you today. I am thinking of the invisible connection we have, just because I got to read your poem one day, while I was farting around on the computer.
Tawnya Ball
P.O. Box 384
Gilsum NH, 03448