: About Me

My name is Kaye. You can always find me with a pen in my hand. I just love writing! 

My passion is ...

the undeniable thrill of the unknown. I love taking chances which is often expressed in the wide variety of subjects and styles that I try out in my writing.

I know too much about ...

myself. Through a lot of self-discovery the one thing that I know about more than any others is myself.

My parents always told me ...

to fight for what I believe in.

My childhood ambition ...

was to be a writer and a mother.

My favorite memory ...

is sitting on the bus leaving Alberta and heading into BC watching the sun rise over the mountains with my head resting on the shoulder of my boyfriend.

Why I write ...

To me, writing is so much more than just a hobbie... it's a lifestyle. It's what makes me who I am, and what sets me apart from those around me. I am passionate about writing, and it gives me a way to vent my anger or express feelings of love at the same time. It doesn't seem to matter how much I change or my life changes, a pen in hand is always enough for me.

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

I am currently in the midst of several books on the subject of Buddhism as I am interested in religions (in general but mostly Buddhism).

My first job ...

was a sales and marketing position which required a lot of time and patience for people.

My best moment ...

is every time my boyfriend tells me that I'm beautiful. It's always a treat to have someone see you as how you've always wanted to be seen.

My inspiration ...

Life, Love, Music... and knowing that I can make a difference. A poem that I wrote was sent with my great-grandfather to his cremation. To know that my words will always be with him, inspires me to touch others in the same way.

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: A broken man

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You read the lines perfectly Creating an image from a dream With silence inside of your words Though I felt your need to scream You spoke of the broken man And how gracefully he would smoke And in your description of his way I couldn't help but die as you spoke And I connected to you in a way In a way that no one else can Because listening to your story, I knew, you're the broken man

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