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I'm a college student part time and I work full time at an office. Writing is my passion! It's something I've wanted to do all my life. Even when I was just a kid, I always imagined my adult self as one of those cool, cynical fiction writers who rarely leave

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Entertainment > TV Show Reviews Anime reviews: Gravitation: 1 of 1
Yuki and Shuichi must be one of those well known yaoi couples out there, because I don't know a single fan girl who hasn't seen the anime or read the manga. While it is fun to watch their relationship grow, there are many things that I find wrong with the anime series. But first, I'd like to talk about the manga, since it is... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Moving on: 153 of 300
Stuck It's like I'm stuck in time Slowly fading to a distant place Where people are familiar And life is so easy Why can't I just move on And forget about those times Back then, so long ago When things were so predictable The people I once knew have all gone They've grown up and become something But I'm still stuck here In t... More..
Society & Lifestyle > Subcultures Goth for newbies: 7 of 13
Gothic Style for the Novice Beauty (Girls only. Sorry boys.) So, the gothic sub-culture appeals to you, dose it? The darkness lures you and you enjoy a little mystery in life? Maybe a few of your friends are gothic princes or princesses and you want to fit in with them? Or maybe you just like the gothic style and would like ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Existence theories: 7 of 12
Wax Figures Under an open sky of broken dreams An angel with black and tattered wings Whispers of death and morbid things We as wax figures are molded Into the vague shapes of human beings Without all those thoughts and unnecessary feelings Breath is needed but seldom wanted Our dreams and our thoughts are always haunted By ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My journey: 17 of 29
The Road Less Traveled Scattered leaves fallen from trees Are crushed under my heavy boots As I walk down the road less traveled The path is not warn as the others And there are so many things I cannot see There are no street lights here And the darkness comforts me I hear sounds in my ears and even after all this I don't wi... More..
Creative Writing > Satire Satire: Addiction: 15 of 24
I know of a lot of possible things that people can become addicted to; smoking, drinking, t.v., eating, and so on. But I never believed that I could possibly become addicted to anything. And now that I have, I realize how hard it is for those people who "can't stop" and really want to. I believe it started in middle school. ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Beyond love: 21 of 33
My Love The day is almost over, but my mind can't seem to settle I'm thinking of you thinking of me And I'm wondering where those thin white ribbons of happiness have gone My eyes are left wishing to see your face My ears longing to hear you speak Your voice is the sound of my broken heart mending My veins untangle, un-stran... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Emotional safety: 2 of 3
A Perfect Moment I hear the rhythm of your heart Beating in your chest And the heat of your body Passes through the fabric Of your dark colored clothing The static noise of the television Is of little importance to me Because I am cuddled close to you And I feel so safe Lying here with you We should probably turn off the tel... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Describe yourself: 211 of 294
The Girl In the Mirror Is this me? This small, volnerable thing Eyes wide with fear And red from holding back tears Is that me? That girl whoes arms are scarred Sore from cutting too much, too often Hair pulled forward to hide her face She can't possibly be me . . . More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Homosexuality: 26 of 34
Maybe It's Strange Maybe it's strange that I like to watch you That I think you're pretty when you smile And whenever we go out alone I compliment your choice of style Maybe it's strange that I think of you As more than just my friend That when everyone else has left your side I'll be there with you until the end Maybe it's ... More..