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My name is Cassandra Hilton and I live in the Detroit Metro area. I am a a freelance writer and a college student working towards a Liberal Arts Bachelors Degree in English with a Minor in Education. Hopefully someday I can show other young adults how much

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Loneliness: 19 of 580
Corner of the loveseat while the sun sets behind closed blindsCigarette burns lowThe neighbors phone rings off the hookWhile mine stares back at meBlack.It might as well be broken 'cause it never seems to ringThe more I check the clock the slower the hand turnsAnd the more I think, the more I think of youRotting away with the... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nighttime blues: 27 of 159
Water gathers in pools on the sidewalk belowJust long enough to say Hello and then the morning sun comesTo drain it all away into another day of blood, of sweat, of tearsJust how many beers will it take to take the heat out of the lightning?I like sometimes to crawl onto the counter-top and sit up highAnd smoke my cigaretteDa... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Best love poems: 101 of 568
Sometimes I just sit back and watch you.The way your lips move, the way you sing to the radioAnd how your hazel eyes cannot wander from mine when I touch youYou are far from perfectBut you are an angel in my eyes.I love to graze your skin with my fingertipsAnd pretend I can beat you up.I love how you let me do your hair even ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Growing old: 35 of 190
Twisted just like gray lovers under the coversI will love you until the endAnd we will dry up like prunesThe paper stickers on our curves will wrinkle up and fallLike our worn skin and this is where life begins for usWe're young and smooth just like a pear in a basket, in kitchensLike neglected fruit we'll lie with memories o... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Remembering: 64 of 267
The rays light up the single spider string that hangs off my back porchThe birds they sing a tune that I have not heard in yearsThe sunset shining through the walnut trees that line the streetAnd I scream inside, God, I'm gonna miss this old placeSeems I complain more than I praise this humble abode I have come to be soUsed t... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life: 318 of 1201
Driving to the city once again tonightThe neon lights on cheap motelsAre blinking to their deaths and sinkingInto the depths of all the hookers in the streetsSelling their chewed up meat for worthless dollarsSpent on things they know will kill them in the endA million dollars wouldn't satisfy these hungry eyesTheir souls desp... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: How did I get here?: 16 of 56
Look over, look overAnother brown bottle to be exchanged for deposit at the end of the weekLook over, there's another pile of cigarettes for the dumpster to devourMoreover, there is the last two addictions you have yet to conquerAnd ain't it so tough, ain't it so hard?Just put it down, god damnit, just don't withdraw the mone... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Pleasure: 2 of 5
Hey babe, you know I gotta get up before the sunriseYou leave me tangled in arms and legs and arms and legs andIs everything alright?Is everything alright?I'll see you when I get up, if I even get sleep tonightSo hold me close, so that I know it's going to be alrightAnd stand with me by the doorYou know, I really have to goI ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Society: 113 of 282
The air is brisk for the first time this fallDetroit's been strangely warm and dryAs we follow the railroad tracksThe train from Chicago is scheduled to arriveAt 9:08 as the red lights flash, we thriveAnd the empty fancy ketchup packetsGive us their last as we walk uponThe desolate skeletons of hunger left behindFrom New York... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Then & now: 19 of 47
Conversations with an old friendSeems like we're still in the halls that we walked for so longAgainst the blue locker doors, staring at the tiles just waiting for the bell to ringMy mind reels when time flies past my eyes;Thinking how I haven't walked them halls in so longThe past is gone in my eyes but not in my headI'll nev... More..