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I was born in Iowa. I have been writing poetry since I was eight years old and first taught to write in verse by my second grade teacher Miss Charlotte. I write short stories to pass the time away. My goal is to become a published children's author.

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Broken heart: 8 of 249
Have you ever hadThe sun shine down,Yet upon your faceIt's golden rays felt like ice,Have you ever walkedAlong a sandy shoreThat felt like glassBeneath your feet,Have you everBeen called a princess,Yet felt like youFace the guillotine,Have you ever satIn a crowded roomAnd silence is all you heard,Have you felt that kissThat n... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Rape: 3 of 68
SHATTERED SOULOne person controlled my fate,Still he haunts my memory,Savagely he came into my lifeAnd took my soul away,He left me bruised and bleeding,Every night when I close my eyesI'm forced to relive that horrible night,I look at myself in the mirrorAnd see empty eyes staring back,They said in time I'd heal,But how does... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Testimonies: Young, pregnant and alone: 1 of 14
I had just turned eighteen when I found myself pregnant. I had a rough start to my senior year. The high school drama had decided that I would be the newest victim within my little clique. I had just gotten out of an abusive relationship and found myself back in the arms of the boy I had always held a secret love for. He was ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Autism: 2 of 27
I knew nothing of motherhoodI had to learn as I went,Yet things happenedI knew were not quite right,My little angel was changing,His speech disappearing,His emotions cluttered and confused,Slowly I lost him to his own mindDesperate I clinged to what was left,Each day now is an obstacleAnd a lesson learned,How I wish my son co... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Tragedy: 12 of 83
I have spent so many hours with a therapist, trying to rid myself of the nightmares. Sometimes in the silence I hear screams. When a breeze brushes a branch of a tree against the house, I flinch, remembering splinters of wood flying everywhere. There are times when the small scar on my jaw aches like a bleeding wound. Perhaps... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pregnancy: 7 of 46
WOULD YOUIf I call you todayAnd tell you of a lifeThat was created yesterday,Would you believe me,Would you stand by meIf I told you the father ranBecause of the responsibility,Would you have sympathy,If I want to cryBecause I am scaredThat I can't do it on my own,Would you hold me,Would you brush away my tears,If the world t... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Babies: 1 of 6
MY GREATEST MISTAKELife is full ofSurprises, miracles, accidents... and mistakesSometimes I thinkYou were all of thoseAnd yet so much moreDon't let anybody sayLife should have beenSome other wayNever believe thatIt wasn't meant to beYou taught me to loveYou taught me to liveHow could I ever regretYou are the truthThe light in... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Can you see me?: 2 of 11
SEE ME HEREWhat do I have to doTo make you see me here,How I've always beenStanding beside you faithful,How do I make you seeAll the wonderful possibilities,Will there ever be a you and me,How do I show this love is real,That I've been here all along,How can you be so blindAnd miss all the signs,My heart belongs to only you,I... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Confusion: 5 of 25
IF LOVE IS REALThey wonder whyI haven't moved onWhy there isn't anotherThey just don't understandHow I've lost all faithIn that miracle called LoveLove can't be realOr it would never failLove doesn't existIt must have been a spellBecause now my eyes are openIt was all an illusionI loved you once upon a dreamAnd look at me now... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Angels: 57 of 263
Hidden AngelsSometimes in the darkness you find an angelWhose face is hidden by that of any other,Her message of love deliveredTo warm the cold lonely nights,When the world bears downClaiming no way outShe appears to share the belief of tomorrow,In this land of shoulders sculpted of iceShe offers her's to hold your tear,Givin... More..