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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: Broken love: 116 of 277
Addicted to beginnings and allergic to ends Send away with me my breath so the fog is unseen A nickel for love is a nickel for me So come rescue me from disaster before you leave Spill my dreams on a canvas and wash over me Like pills down a throat, like a lost will to cope Please love, bring me hope before life's lost its f... More..
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Restaurants: 8 of 19
"Twenty seven dollars for fillet mignon and lobster tail? This better be good!" I thought to myself as I scoured the menu. Sure, the food was phenomenal (as it should be) but the hoops I had to jump through to enjoy the meal were exhausting. As many of you know, a birthday is a special occasion celebrated by the entire famil... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Struggling with weight: 13 of 30
No time to chat for I've got demons to ignore Still dead on the floor still the silence a constant bore Leave me you persistent bastard whore I cannot withstand your torn rapport Ashes fallen to the floor and I am floored by your irresponsibility But much more by your consistent unreliability You are me but with hindsight Yo... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Christmas depression: 8 of 17
Sitting chair sitting there silent dining room table Late night basic cable chatter muffled by closed doors Stare at the logo on a bottle cap and survey empty spaces And the pale face of the undesirable, the broken, the failed frailty that is me The sticks are less important I need to know we can break even Head in hands bac... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Fading love: 8 of 17
Like secret lovers under covers With the backburner kind of love we had Watch the seconds tick away; I begged them please SLOW DOWN 'Cause I never want to go home How can I leave while you stand there with those eyes You brush the hair away from my face and My mascara runs; I tremble, though the night is warm Ground is wet (... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Feelings: 407 of 818
The road reflects my headlights like a million black mirrors The lightning strikes and all I can think is If I were God I would throw white electric bolts like there was no tomorrow If there really is a tomorrow My eyes are like cameras and my life is the movie And nothing seems real and All I can think is how much I would l... More..
Entertainment > Celebrity Gossip & News Jail time for Paris: Will Hilton learn her lesson?: 43 of 86
Paris Hilton seems to be everywhere. Television, movies, advertisements, and apparently, the mind of America. If it is humanly possible for you to think back in time, do you remember anything that Paris Hilton has accomplished or is recognized for? Yes, she is an integral part of a television show portraying her as a dumb bl... More..
Creative Writing > Essays Essays: Spiritual: 17 of 34
I hail from a long line of interesting characters. My great-grandfather on my grandfather's side of the family was a criminal who fled Ireland to escape robbery charges. My great-grandfather on my grandmother's side of the family was a devout Christian minister who traveled to China and translated the bible into the Mandarin... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Imaginary love: 15 of 30
Bag of Rocks Sirens scream as bottles weep for just one more Pictures black and white Couldn't we be close for just one night? Just one more? Wishing on that same old falling star That I would be okay to drive out to your house to know if I should stay or not But life seems so confused, don't everything just seem so So confu... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Just another memory: 5 of 10
This year has been just like the rest Feeling black and I am at the bottom of the cup And it's all been poured out drop by drop Remember how you swept me off my feet? Where did that go, and when did things stop being so urgent? What's happened to me? And to whom was my soul sold for something worthless Something old and brok... More..