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I am a struggling actor/writer/student/human and I am loving every minute of it.
I am 23, and I write because it is my passion...

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: I long for you: 10 of 346
"Lover"To my lover,Who wanders yet goes nowhereAnd walks still with me inDreams laced with smoke yetThe air tastes likeBlackberries.And everything is beautiful hereIn our World which we created andKeepRecreatingIn a soft dialogueand tight sighs.To my lover,I see you through my wondering eyesAnd know all about youAnd yourWays.... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Lies: 6 of 174
She looked at me with herIrish eyes, and ICould not make out their message.Dead eyes. Swollen with tears andGuilt...Blinking back the truth, sheSpoke to me with the faux confidenceOf an addict, frantic, and utterly insistent;"I'm in a lot of pain...You don't understand,I know my body, I know when I'm sick."Nameless sickness h... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Overcoming challenges: 2 of 52
Juliets' Sonnet #1I left my Shakespeare girl dead in the dust.For what, I do not know..For love? For lust?No one to trust, I ran from those I feared.God knows,I tried to fight the fires I neared.So now,lands cleared,the soil burned for new,But only for the jealous seeds of you!I'm done with thinking all that's good is gone.Ia... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Desire: 2 of 20
"The Flour Market Mistress"Jane leaned, indifferent, against the dingy brick wall of the alley, teasing the cans and trampled trash with the toes of her daintily red shoes. Her shoes were glistening in the moonlight. Even though they were slightly damp from a rogue puddle in the dark alley, they still looked brand new. The sh... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The future: 6 of 58
Politics2008The Mighty HillRoyal rolling of the dice.Who is naughty, who plays nice?Hide your vice and spice your speech,And put hope back within our reach.Which fear revealed will you tender?Will you be a great pretender?Surrender to your swelling pride,And hope to god we all abide,To toss you on that mighty hill,And look to... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Madness: 30 of 160
"Fallen Ballerina"Long black hair,Unbrushed girl curls in knots...Tattered jeans she scraped withRocks until they barely existed at all...The white t-shirt cut into a halter top,Tight against the steppes of her dancers body.An unholy cross tries to bust through the seamsAs it dangles from her belly bottom.She is heavy with sh... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Body image: 13 of 60
"Doll"A doll-a mold of false identity,this stereotypical entitywe all take for granted.This doll-replete with secrets, childish lies,wearing a colorful disguise,with CHEAP tattooed on her tail-bone.That doll-with batteries not included,angry and secluded,but she'll smile and stay still.My doll-with arms and legs in grooves.If... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Choices: 24 of 99
In my bedside lamp there lies,A tiny child who has no eyes,And within the bright light it cries,And cries...And cries ...And cries...This nameless child sings to me,Of misfortune and misery,"I hope one day that I will see,And you will see,And we'll agreeTo love each other faithfullyFor all of eternity"And as this tiny child v... More..
Politics, News & Issues > US Immigration Should religious institutions be allowed to be safe havens for immigrants?: 1 of 4
Clearly, since religious institutions are not typically regulated by the government, they should be able to choose whether or not to provide a safe haven for immigrants. When any person in need finds their way to the steps of an American church, then they should be treated kindly and with complete disregard of their ethnicity... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Drinking: 57 of 172
"Little Angels"The smoke that is in,Out peripheral,Behind, besetting,Poisoning usTwists like raging, cagedDemons to the sky. 90% proof weaponry Defiant little angels.Chairs scattered,Like the bottle caps.Yet, a comical ratioAnd dangerous was the math...Cigarette butts, bounce,And filter litterFurther glitters the grass... "We... More..