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Hello thank you for taking the time to read my work. I have been writing since I was in the sixth grade. I was a big reader for many years before I began to write. I know that sounds crazy, but my mom did not have a television in our house until I was in

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life: 239 of 1201
Devils laughterSomething softly this way blowsA kiss of passion that know one knowsIs like fire to me foodFor my soulThe devil laughs easyBut I still grow.And the sweetness in your breathI taste a soul of winterThat must partake in tastingThe finer beaches of fashionThat make summerA glow of passionAnd I still enjoy sensation... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Instincts: 15 of 60
AnimalI can smellYour taste for my instinctsThat's why I pull on youI want moreI can feel your reaction to my every moveThat's why I scream and kick and beg for moreI can taste your desire for my bloodThat is why when I cry I ask for moreI can tell the way you feelWhen I react with kindnessA smile to show my teethJust like an... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Feelings: 481 of 818
LonelyI sat by myself on a rockI was not lonelyI heard the brilliance of the rainPatter on the roof topsDrop by dropWith no one to echo my thoughtsI was not lonelyI saw the sun rise as it blazed colors to lifeAnd reflected my emotions inPools that where away from the ocean that sprayedThem across the rocksI was not lonelyI sa... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Hope: 201 of 265
There was a time when lonely was all I knew.My life was suffocated by drugs and booze.I erased all hope with my own ego.I lost my kids, wife, home, and soul.I had no plan left, I was alone and bare.I prayed for help the clouds suddenly cleared.I became aware of a gentle hand on my shoulderwarm like the sunit was god's hand on... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Minds of power: 26 of 33
Every dropI was walkingI looked to my leftandI was floatingforever in a tranceFloating beautifully above the noise, no sound.And my sight is clear for I see nothing.I have dulled my senses to look for the truth behind the physical and still I feel the pulls of everything.If only I can be like a darkened corner, of some undern... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Fear: 244 of 305
So farSo far this knifeIs not sharpSo far I can still see a way outI still know what should not have been saidLife is easy when you are already deadIts like something the moon light once said"a taste for agony is heavier when fed."Yet as light as I feelI still tame a danceThat is the fuelBetter then butterYet cooler then steel More..
Computers & Technology > TV How to pick the best HDTV: 5 of 6
When choosing a high definition television set you must have some general knowledge of what a HD television signal is and what you can receive at your home. Knowing these two things Will help you get the most bang for your buck. First lets go over some terminology 1080p, 1080i, and 720p. What do all these different numbers m... More..
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Growing old: 109 of 130
I felt the pain. It was not some old injury or a new type of disease. For me it was my pride. Looking down at my son and asking him to "please tie your shoe" again was beginning to annoy me. You see it is not the fact that I am growing old no not quite I feel old. I am still young but I am older then some. My boy, his innoce... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Words: 238 of 260
Write your artiDevils laughterSomething softly this way blowsA kiss of passion that know one knowsIs like fire to me foodFor my soulThe devil laughs easyBut I still grow.And the sweetness in your breathI taste a soul of winterThat must partake in tastingThe finer beaches of fashionThat make summerA glow of passionAnd I still ... More..
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Family memories: 78 of 85
THE FLAPTULANCE HEARD AROUND THE WORLD! Every Thanksgiving we would go to my grandmother's house. It was a treat for my sister and me. Our two eyes were open with anticipation to the sight of my 90-year-old grandmother. She had lived in the same quite town of Schenectady New York for almost fifty years. I loved visiting her b... More..