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I am a painting student at SCSU in Minnesota. I am working towards one day recieving my MFA and becoming a painting professor. I have lived in LA, Kansas City, and St. Cloud.

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Remembering: 30 of 245

Morning creeps through the window pane. Stealthy voyeur of silence ascendant. Yet silence speaks, echoes, stains. There is a poem writ blatant upon the sheets in cotton furrows and phantom forms. The mute air shakes from the departing. The walls whisper and reflect poetry in motion and lustful devotion unguarded. The dust se...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Sin: 46 of 173

Kiss me, I need to feel your skin. Your lips are like heroin. I'm addicted, I don't want to be clean. I want to take you into me. Obscene. Sin for me, and I, with my inhibitions, frigid, frozen within my skin I will warm to you. Taunt and tease for me. I will drink from you, until the experience becomes pain. I'll break open...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Sense experience: 10 of 26

The quality of your potential is overwhelming. Drug-like, you induce illusions. Longed for delusions saturate the room, seeping beneath the skin, Playing against the flesh like whispers. The air is thick with vivid images, propelled by your voltage, hopes denied when awake. These desires you've produced, are drawn greedily i...
Education > Education (Other) Tips for fitting in with classmates: 10 of 22

The question of how to fit in is one that every person is faced with at some point in their life. However, there is a larger unspoken question. Why? When a child is born the parents rarely look at that miracle of life, blood of their blood, and say "I hope she is just like all the other little girls in the world!" Everyone w...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Desire: 321 of 335

Rake your voice over my skin. Your words make me bleed and you slip inside. I'll hold you here, I need to hold you behind my eyes. You're an emotion, a motion a shiver in the vein a pleasure that pushes pain. I try to break to let you in again. You're a tension, the taunt aching memory that hurts to please. The burn remains ...