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I write because I can and I need to express my thoughts. Writing is a fountain of creativity, mixed with knowledge.

Sometimes too hidden and often neglected, my writing conveys much of my life and experiences; history, mistakes, love, death, pain, and the

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pain in life: 4 of 594
He said:If I could die tonight I would,just willing my heartbeat to cease,and breathing my last breathe,deep and slow, calm, a final release.I have tasted so many flavours,of hopes and dreams so sweet,Then doused in bitter flames and soured,I played this role complete.I watched the suns dawns and painted sunrises,and bathed i... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Walking in the woods: 6 of 91
I stand beside the river alone, listening to the wind as it plays in the tree tops. Birds flutter, scuffle and settle again, and the river flows soundlessly by. The trail I followed fades around a corner into the still greenery and silence beyond. An acorn drops with a gentle thud and just as quickly camouflages on the spec... More..
Arts & Humanities > English Language The English language: Limits, perplexities, and growth: 1 of 14
English is a relatively new language as we know it today. It is one of the most important languages currently spoken world wide by more than 300 million people throughout the world, and also a second language to many more. The initial reason the language spread so widely was the colonization and expansion of the British Empir... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Adult friendships: 3 of 29
Retracing Rainbows She was restless and she reached out,He was wandering and there he found her,Two souls collided, high above Atlantic seas,As they danced on swirls of golden sunlight, He held her in the palm of his hand,She sang sweet songs and heart tunes,As the daylight died, their bodies beckoned,they bid goodbyes with h... More..
Politics, News & Issues > Pulitzer Center How concerned should Americans be about HIV/AIDS in the Caribbean?: 12 of 51
Our closest neighbors harbor many exotic delights.Isn't it the most delightful facade: Pristine beaches, crystal, aquamarine water, adorned seafronts lined with invitingly luxurious five star villas, city lights, salsa music, casinos, girls; this is your wild weekend away. Where can we find such bliss? Santo Domingo, the Domi... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Giving up: 4 of 17
She watches from her window,She sees the never ending days rush by,She watches unaccompanied and unafraid,She wonders, she ponders, she dreams,She might go out there, one day. She taps her fingers on the window pane,She longs for the world to come in,She dreams of smiles and laughter,She wipes away her tears,She is tempted to... More..
Politics, News & Issues > Environment (Other) Is it fair to ask underdeveloped countries to "go green" when many advanced industrial countries owe their success to destructive environmental practices?: 8 of 33
The question in itself is problematic, it points a finger, defying the culprit. It immediately creates a perspective of us and them. A solid beginning is always useful by defining the idea what is "going green"? In this case it is the practice of embracing the need to protect our environment and become more responsible in the... More..
Travel > Bus & Train Travel Tips for traveling by train in Europe: 2 of 7
Travelling by train in any European country is conceptually easy and it is the preferable way to see Europe. English is widely spoken in most tourist areas and if you go as far as learning simple salutations and thanks of local tongue it delights the local people and can lead to a much warmer welcome.I 'train-ed' it all aroun... More..
Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: Children's fantasy: 19 of 47
Sophie often played alone the forest near her house. It was not a dangrous forest. It had enormous trees with branches so wide you could walk on them. Sophie had always lived here, up in the mountains, beside the forest. She escaped every day into the cool shelter and the quiet. Sophie sang to herself, silly songs, that her d... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love: 338 of 784
Heart cycles.Internal debris and turmoil, left by the storm;another reckless hurricane, leaving a desolate path called Heartbreak.Injured, another soul wanders, observes, retreats inside. Soothing solace from the cold; numbed, empty, confused, limbs stiff from endless hours of prolonged questioning 'why'?Laughter; Smiles; Con... More..