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I am a surrealist but not an artist.

I currently work in a clinical laboratory but I am going to school in about one year to get my MS in acupuncture.

In another life, I would be a poet.

Someday I will live the rest of my life out in Paris.

I am a friend to writers,

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Arts & Humanities > Writing & Rating at Helium Raising Helium to the next level: Helium's Writing Standards: 5 of 22

HELIUM'S WRITING STANDARDS? As a Helium member, I check in five or six times a month to see my standings and to read articles. I am continually confused, perplexed, and bewildered.... What has happened to the intelligence of the American public? Some may say that this question is rhetorical, or perhaps the words intelligence... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Betrayal: 115 of 431

"Dis-moi en Francais" (Say It In French) Not real words I want to hear, just the sound of your voice spilling into memory you say someday I should come and visit your father's house my stomach jumped at the idea of us: together! alone and far from reality. I would pay any price to be with you and then: I did not want to hear... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Desire: 142 of 361

"IF YOU WANT TO KNOW...how much I miss you go and count the waves." -author unknown (for Blondin) In Paris her streets wrap around me strong and safe so that I can walk my two whiskeys home alone stunned, numb and full of your wanderlust I did not turn veiled eyes for that last shadow of you walking away your sure footed boy... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Give in: 16 of 35

"A coeur vaillant, rien d'impossible" (Nothing is impossible for a willing heart) When I first saw into your eyes recognition I was drawn to you I suppose like the ink on your brush on the paper to my heart a direct line I was drawn. Without a tomorrow and without knowing a place, a line a space a blank sheet of paper reserv... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Why I hate reality TV shows: 20 of 42
I was hooked on the first season of Survivor. My sister and I made Wednesdays "Survivor night" and drank tropical concoctions. We couldn't take our eyes off the show; it was our own Shakespearean world playing out in real time. The following season we tried to watch but it lacked the originality, the base horror and fascinat... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: I'll be fine: 92 of 160

POEM: "Je ferme mes yeux pour voir" - Paul Gaugin (I close my eyes so I can see) I am going to you The scariest Move I could make For two weeks My heart with its lock And a lost key I will not be Sure if i can Find you Until I smell Your cheek Your hair Your eyes Under my lips Then Oh then I will know For there are Never tea... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: An open mind: 13 of 20

POEM: QUIET, WITH SOUND If there was Time to see I would want it And if the dawn Would have us I would want it I want to say: If there was Time to see- Oh I would want it so. More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Snow: 147 of 207

OH, QUIET (a poem) There was hardly any snow this year, only a slight dusting which melted by sundown Strange to wish the world into an icy silence, but I have grown tired of the distance, the hoping, the love songs My heart yearns for hibernation, a rest from ceaseless beating Next year I am sure there will be snow for my h... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Unspoken thoughts: 386 of 526

POEM: Rien a dire (nothing to say) Forgone and empty My changeling wings Whisper in the air Above your bed When I hear This voice The one that Says no chance No luck No break I suffer my Own deceptions Again it is me Looking in the Mirror It is me Blaming Myself Speak softly And gently Tell me To tell myself This life is A g... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Learning to drive: 39 of 49

I was a "late bloomer" when it came to driving; I didn't learn until I was 17. Both of my parents tried to teach me on our Toyota station wagon which was all manual and hardly forgiving. I remember sitting at a four-way stop trying to coax the clutch into first with my mother yelling: "Heels! You can't learn to drive in heel... More..