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I was born and raised in Seattle,Washington. I then moved to Vancouver, graduating from Mt.View High School. I have had experience with writing and editing for quite a while. My passion is writing, and my one of my biggest goals is to write for the New York

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nature: 15 of 633
Natures wondersThe golden tipped wingsof the yellow finchglimmered in the gleaming lightcasted off from the baking sun.Basking lizards lay lazily belowon the colorful cobbelestone pathplaced in a maze like patternupon a patch of green low cut grassHikers stop to admire the sightof the crystal flowing river beneaththe mountain... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Memories: 16 of 540

MemoriesSummer many years agoYour face was filled with joy and laughterThe times we had and sharedThe memories we engraved into our heartsSid by sideHand in handBest friends at birthBest friends by fateWe found each otherNot needing any otherWe've spent are lives togetherEvery moment in each other's sightUnder the blood res s... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life's paths: 9 of 284
Two paths in lifeTwo roadsTwo paths in lifeOne goes straight aheadTo a destination far beyondThe other curves and swerves Like a little child not knowing what it wantsAnd the question remainsWhich path will you take?Will you be blinded by the happiness and laughter, Bright lights and flashing stars?Or will you take a walk dow... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: You had to go: 1 of 23
You had to go leaving me alone I watched you go out the door mumbling something about needing time alone I find you ten years later on my doorstep with a wife and three kids one of the was ten you had to go and leave me you had to walk away knowing every couple has their problems every relationship worth saving... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Unspoken thoughts: 25 of 528
I bite my lipthe words and thoughts inside my heartare bursting to get outbut i shut the doorand lock everything outnot letting anything leak outMy head is buzzingmy eyes are piercingmy heart's explodingall these unspoken thoughtsare filling up my brainMy tears they formthey trickle down my cheeksI don't know howto express my... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: On mothers: 16 of 172
A mothers dayGo wash your handsDon't touch that, it's dangerousNo! I said no!I don't care if all your friends have it.Go ask your fatherYou'll thank me somedayI know you hate meI'm sorryGimme a kissDon't listen to thatStop watching thatFinish your vegetablesI'll finish what you don't eatThat's too shortI said it's too shortI'... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Sea & land: 5 of 47
My feet stroll beneath meAs I make my way down the boardwalkThe sea calls to meIt's rolling waves like Freshly covered mountain sidesThe scorching sun glazes my backBreathing out its fiery rays upon meMy straw covered hatShades a part of my faceBut, it can't stop the breezy airOf the salty sea from getting inAs I stop at the ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pain from love: 157 of 918
PainI open my mouth to speakBut the words, they stop midairMy thoughts are racingBlood is rushing through my veinsIt happened rite before my eyesBut my heart refuses everythingHe's there; he's on the cold stone groundLaying lifelessly, the police, I hear them say"It's too late, another life we couldn't save."I want to protest... More..
Pets & Animals > Dog Breeds Dog breed: Labrador Retriever: 5 of 29
The Labrador retriever, well the name practically says it all. The Labrador retriever is designed to retrieve, and hunt. The usually 21-24inch and approximately 65- 80-pound dog is a complete package of total success. An extraordinary creature who hunts like a mighty one but is a sucker for ones love. There are two of types o... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Night: 57 of 321
NightAn owl screeches it horrifying shriekA mountain owl yells a blood thirsting screamThe blood in my veins stops coldI stop in my tracksOnly to hear the sound of leaves rustle behind meAwake as ever I get back into paceRunning, running, escaping everythingThe darkness of the nightReflects on my gloomy moodThe golden moon, c... More..