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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: Drug addiction: 193 of 302
Almost as if I were still there, still aching and shaking Still taking detox pills every three hours I remember how I found myself Walking in the cold January snow outside the treatment center With nothing but red tennis shoes and a walkman There were three Bob Dylan songs that sang to me that day Over and over on repeat Wal... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Friendship: 195 of 301
Connection. Someone reaches out to touch me and I am so thankful I have got a friend Somewhere out there in the cold dark space that are miles in between Where minutes seem like hours and hours are lifetimes And I never meant to be mean if you know what I mean It's been such a soap opera, we get caught in the acting I'm so h... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Inner struggles: 348 of 531
The mirror. It doesn't lie. And pictures. Is that how I used to be? Is this how others picture me? Oh, beautiful me, what have I become? Someone complacent and the smell of dirty laundry all around me The dust and the grease from the cast iron grill The sleeping pills and the paranoid episodes until the sun comes up And ther... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Memories: 354 of 539
Spooked like a mother and a fawn in the lights of a late night baseball game A flower curling in for the night from a long day drenched in sun The uneven planks of wood on my old porch I've grown to love And lazy grass with stubborn dandelions who will not cease life Blinking sidewalk lights gathered with mosquitoes and rand... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Conflict: 29 of 43
We've all got our faces. The look we slather on for unknown eyes The music that we psych up for The speed we drive. Like we're someone important but nonetheless we are nothing Still there are the faces, the faces of cool. We're working hard, yeah, don't we look strong We're into the latest bands, yeah, aren't we the elite po... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Relationships: 63 of 91
I knew you were serious when you came over With of a box of things I had forgotten And the look on your face I never would When you leave I know it will be the last time But I should have known from the long silences on the phone And the bleeding regret I never knew I had I'm searching for love songs That explain just what w... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Addiction: 19 of 26
We got our spoons ready. One of us filled the water cap and one of us rolled the cotton into a small ball. 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 blended in with the scenery. You know, the one who sits in the back of class, starves ... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Coming of age: 29 of 39
The embers of the fire burnin' so bright and this whole night This is so right Ain't this how it's s'posed to be? The porch light and the fireflies And the smilin' shine in your eyes I could never tell you the tattoo you have inked Into my skin The cigarette I'm lighting now The diamonds in the sky they've got to be there Ju... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love's anguish: 135 of 179
I close the door in slow motion as your steps make their descent And slide down to the floor with my head in my hands Things aren't so bad, we just need to laugh again and I just need a cigarette And no more watching television until the sun gives up and no more sleeping with the blinds down We need to bring the sunshine bac... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pain in life: 456 of 594
Sometimes I have to close my eyes just to realize I'm alive Just to turn on all the lights and drive See the photographs of old faces I used to graze by Now they're all in their own little bubbles when we used to be one I see the smiles and wonder Puddles are forming beneath broken sunsets and gutters are longing for new lea... More..