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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: Falling in love: 317 of 614
With fingers crossed I raceThe knock is hollow and reverberatesOff hallway wallsA million and one phone callsJust to feel that fire againThe kind that burns with every hour we spendMy mind is running wild and you're everywhere I goI reach for you and walk right throughAnd I'm kicking myself from the moment I wake upYou could ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Feeling lost: 376 of 720
There seems to be a certain bottle-mouthed exterior to a vintage friendship interiorA paper motive to each and every zig-zag invitationI, for one, am no taker of the herbal hand invitationTherefore, am I lost to the hip and current popular extension?I view myself to be part of the normalcyYet conversations between old acquain... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: On love: 681 of 1267
I wonder how the life we had livedWould be so different, would be so fineCould've spent the rest of our lives togetherI'd never say never but now you've made that option obseleteA broken love and I begged you pleaseBut everything is fine, I hardly think of you anymoreYou are a rarity in my thoughts, but once in a long whileYo... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Struggle in life: 524 of 915
Lately all my eyes can see is yellow, red, and greenThe flashing and the headlightsThe long nights and the headachesAlways running, running, running 'till my mind runs out of gasAnd the sights are all the sameNo matter where you play the gameAll the beer and cigarettes they say they're killing meBut this commuting, this dispu... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: I long for you: 202 of 346
Start out hanging on high notes; end up hanging onto threadsHabit in my stomach and an aching in my head tells me its time for bedPossess all these things, everything I could want but nothing I needWhen are you gonna realize it's this cold and lonely bliss I need to feedFall for desolation, fall for isolationFall for wonder a... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Drug addiction: 32 of 52
We got our spoons ready. One of us filled the plastic water bottle cap up with water and one of us ripped pieces of cotton off a cotton swab and rolled them into a small ball for each of us. I glanced over at Clementine and wondered what a wallflower like that was doing with a junkie like me. She was the kind of girl that ble... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Reflections: 150 of 242
A smell, a word, a pictureAnd it all comes back in snapshotsDriving home through the concrete jungle, through the get your lotto ticket hereAnd there are my old friends, there are my old sightsThere are our long nights together; alone and apart with our fightsThere are re-runs and it's too cold in here and let's goThere are t... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Cynicism: 5 of 8
Everyone has got their movie and this is mine.With every sight just like a photograph almost likeYou could reach out and touch it then it's goneLife is an illusion when you hear birds sing and sky grows darkLike everything's more like a circus and you've just joined inOn the masquerade'Welcome to the Big Parade', they say as ... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Loneliness: 31 of 49
Blue sky shining through the brittle branch of walnut treesJust down my streetSeems like everyone's gotta be someplace, sometimeThere's never time for me andI'm wanting to prove somethingI just don't know what it is yetAnd something's got me in a choke hold andI cannot figure out just whenAm I supposed to just give in?Am I su... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Letting go: 130 of 204
Morning; mourning the loss of my interestDriving down back roads; driving over the edgeToo late for the moon, too early for the sunStuck inside a bottomless pit of potholes and self pityLost in a maze of road signs pointing leftLeading me in circles with my circular argumentsItching for a way out of my skin; crawling like spi... More..