: About Me

My passion is ...

Creating...anything

I know too much about ...

too little

My parents always told me ...

lies

My childhood ambition ...

Become a famous poet, wacky inventor or mediocre artist.

My favorite memory ...

a field of daffodils.

Why I write ...

I'd die without it.

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

The clickety clackety of my keyboard against a symphony of cartoon melodies.

My first job ...

What's a job?

My best moment ...

Now

My inspiration ...

Life

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Autumn morning

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September Morning When we arrived into the darkness, it was autumn. The leaves were changing and falling as we were changing and falling in love. The only way I truly could thrive was in love. I had entered that space many times before with many men. This time was different. Everyone says that, but it was true for me. He was different. As much as I pushed, he pushed back and put me in my place. No one had, to that point, ever been able to accomplish that feat. All at once I loathed him, despised him, envied him, trusted him, Fell into him and craved more. His strength knew nothing of force...

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