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Hello, my name is Tramaine. I am 20 years old I was born and raised in the nations Capitol Washington, DC. I attend UDC part time, and work as @ a Realty Company doing Administrative work prat time. Of course if I'm here I love to read, but especially write,

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Domestic violence: 13 of 110
I loin his eyes tears running down my face put your hands on me one more time I'll burn down this place noisy neighbors in the hall in my business, "girl whats wrong"? but I don't want no friends just want the drama to end see I love him my first mistake taking time apart wasn't enough of a break to be honest I'm losing fait... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Boredom: 29 of 200
My butt is numb My legs are sleep Nothing to do, nothing to say, nothing to eat My mind is drifting monotony is all I feel the room is empty and all my friends are stuffed and propped up against my headboard Im bored! meditating on the floor expectations for something more leave me be to explore the world at its dullest mome... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Reality: 21 of 102
The reality of it all is I'm his future..and you his past it's always the same script and I know there will be different cast for each season But I always have the leading role because without me the show is incomplete with no meaning or moral and the reality of it all is It cannot be, sleep, breath, eat without me It needs ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Let me be the one: 4 of 9
Let Me Be the One Come into my room close the door tell me all your secrets, then tell me more I enjoy the time we spend reminiscing about the past But I rather we created a future that was meant to last you're moving to slow, so speed up go fast Your gentle hands have cast a spell over me releasing me will be your final tas... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Time: 357 of 759
As time goes by I wonder if love is real I contemplate on if I'm here or if it's just a dream I've been struck in for 16 years I'm lost between what's real and what's not and even though i forgot where I was headed I know where I'm going But it's difficult to see where I came from and the memories I had no longer exist and m... More..
Politics, News & Issues > Football NFL talk: How cold weather teams dominate the Super Bowl: 4 of 7
It is highly unfair to any team who can win in the NFL and have a home in colder environment with no dome. If the top seed in either conference is from such (a cold environment) and makes the big game to play a lower seed team then who really has the advantage. Play that good, go that far and in the end play some wild card f... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: When I see you: 22 of 38
Undiscovered Brighter than the high beams on a car further than mercury, jupiter, or mars I am the undiscovered star shining brighter than the sun peircing deeper than a bullet from a gun I am the undiscovered star man has searched high and low but have yet to discover the essence that is me I can't be touched, and no one is... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dishonesty: 95 of 163
I've been in denial for quite sometime jumping from guy to guy searching for one to call mine and only now discovering that what I was looking for I had already found yet still I won't admit it for my denial holds me hostage and it won't seem to release me I'm trapped in bondage and I so long to be free to love you unconditi... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Society: 234 of 282
A View Of My Block Outside of my window I see the basics of my block to the top of tree branches to the end of street corners where traffic lights control when cars stop And the homeless stand hoping to be seen holding signs that beg for spare change and back again to people waiting for public transportation just to get to t... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Drinking: 152 of 172
He drinks and when he drinks his cold ugly, mean, and bold He drinks and when he drinks who knows how high he'll raise his voice or where his might go I'm scared when he drinks not of him but the man he becomes and how he has no recall of his evil ways he blacks out without a single trace wondering how I got that bruise acro... More..