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I'm 18. Seeing bands live are what give me the excitement I crave. I love nature and beautiful landscapes. I appreciate all forms of art. I play bass drum in my high school's marching band; I love it!

I've been "writing" for 3 years. I don't call myself

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Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Family: 15 of 39

Kenneth Don Peery: a man of determination, a man of wisdom, one of the only men I know with genuine kindness in his heart who expects nothing in return. Driving down I-10 I would always see homeless guys with different stories of how and why they became beggars for a living; any story from mental illnesses to tragedies that ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Incomplete: 7 of 17

The blue of the sky is pure and innocent like the breath of a newborn child. How sweet she is, her palm blooming up towards her mother's face, bright and powerful like the morning sun. How beautiful her expression is, to know no harm, no evil, no heartbreak, just the rest of her life to learn new things and cherish the conta...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Beauty: 131 of 256

The way those bees flew, not even looking for a flower, just flying for the feel of the wind, split my heart down its seam"(Kidd 1). Leaves steal the winds' melodies, invisible to the naked eye until the butterfly-like push swishes your bronzed locks. We all take certain aspects of life for granted; the obvious beauties and ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Mother Nature: 57 of 110

Brunette locks frame her face like barber shop swirls. The bright ball of fury loyally looking down from high above kisses the apples of her cheeks. Trees sway like dancers to the beat of the wind. Triumphant leaves glide down slides of air, gently and slowly guiding them towards the ground. Cherry blossom petals, fragile an...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Engagement: 10 of 11

Fire; a manic obsession we all probably had once in our lifetime. Ignorance raised hell, caused chaos where it was least needed, and ripped boys hearts apart along the way just because it was in our power to do so. The fire; burning what dignity we have left, raging against the unfamiliar, and yearning for the day it finds m...