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Born December 2, 1985 on Monday, 6.00 A.M. I used most of my child life writing fairy tales and drawing pictures
based on the lessons I learned in elementary and middle school. After graduating high school in 2005 I published one poem "lonesome" for a grand

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Family ties: 12 of 114
Thank You, Mother For all your faults, for all your losses, and for all your misfortunes, you forsook us not. And for all your wrongs, your love was in the right. If we failed you, then we are not deserving of your consideration; if we harmed you, then our ruining partakes only to those whom perpetrated the wrong. If you wer... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Lonely: 24 of 198
Lonesome I sit here alone, waiting to leave my dome. I am bored, yet cannot deny the situation I abhor. The clock takes its time so as to spoil mine. I wait for freedom, but it is beyond the reach of my home. Yet I dread not, for I know, soon, my patience will not be for naught. I work and I sweat, throbbing, as every minute... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Hope: 56 of 265
Hope Hope is a very fragile aspect of life; hope entices the better points of human nature: when the economy of a country is endangered, the people turn to hope as the only solace in evil times. But if that hope is not balanced with cold reason, then passion will run astray-shattering social norms asunder. More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Art: 15 of 69
Art I know nothing about art, save what I feel from my heart; and though my epistle is imperfect, my words portray a picture clearly self-evident: humanity lacks the art of compassion, of responsibilty. And when I see a painting, or an opera, or a sculpter-I cannot but help see the best and the worst of mankind. And no doubt... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Blessed: 14 of 63
Bless The Victim Forgive me, lord, for my transaction; please grant the melonchony widow everlasting compensation for her loss. As the guilt devours my conscience, let her loved ones grieve in peace. Bless the victim and his family; bless those whom wrong us most cruelly, for in the grand scheme of this world, we mortals are... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Passion: 2 of 9
House of Fire As I sat on my recliner, observing all my accomplishments before me, my survey confirmed all I realized in a moments notice. There is no such thing as easy work, and yet the term "hard work" neither fits that description as well. And the remnants of my old house might fall somewhere between those two extreme po... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Vision: 7 of 29
Vision My vision of hell might not fit well with the rest of the world, but at least I acknowledge that there is retribution after a villian violates an innocent constitution. More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: An uninvited guest: 4 of 14
Surprise Guest The sun is bright today, the land outside is more illuminating than the shore's bay! I am all alone today, but, surpise! A stranger enters my chamber without reprise! "Who are you?" I exclaimed. "I am thy maker," he explained, "and I need your soul! By the way, did you know your precious laptop was sold?" More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Fatness: 6 of 19
Death to Obesity How repugnant I felt for consuming that cheese burger! Was it not enough my body already suffered glucose fervor! There was an angelic presence I sensed inside the food I ate, yet I knew, someway, it was I whom was the bait! One evening, as I withheld a second cheese burger in my grasp, I enforced my mind to... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Separation: 73 of 229
Separation Unite we have might, separate we will dissipate. Despite all we've done, we are never truly together. Therefore, we separate and never anticipate what the future may hold. As distinct as night and day we will inevitably depart our way. More..