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A professor in college once posed the question, "What will you do with this one wild and creative life?"

My goal is to figure that out.

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The unknown: 2 of 122

I feel sick panicked crazed... The irrational parts of me are screaming, laughing, because to them, I've screwed up, again... And they just love to watch me fall... Control is a funny thing because I have capacity for it but not enough. I miss him and it hurts like he ripped out my heart and left a gaping bleeding wheezing h...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Conversations on love: 1 of 15

am i talking? 12/03/2004 i'm holding my tongue because you're holding my heart and i fear that if i am a disappointment with one swift move you crush what keeps me alive i know you're not like them i know this time is different but i have heard that line before and i'm sorry i'm being so careful i know i don't disappoint (yo...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Self-reflection: 36 of 458

The girl across from me in McKinley Square is making me nervous. Let's go from the top. Her hair is unstyled in that workaholic way slicked back in a ponytail out of her face Her eyes are ringed with dark circles but no makeup Requisite black long sleeved dress tee sensible grey slacks so long they pool around her flipfloppe...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: It feels like home with you: 3 of 20

I love you like an old country song. With cowboy hats and long stretches of empty highway on a lonely moonlit night in a rumbling pickup truck Running through the fields and into the woods chasing butterflies and dandelion fluff all smiles and laughter Something pure and real true to both our broken hearts healing as the sof...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Being a woman: 6 of 37

Woman 04/24/2007 Trying to coax myself out. Artist, first and foremost. Everything else comes second. (Why don't they understand that?) Ordering and eating food around other people has always been a problem for me. Namely, I think, because of the anxiety, blown out of proportion, as it does. But it's based on real fear, real...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: How I see myself in the mirror: 13 of 68

"She's pretty," I think, unabashedly staring at her through the reflection in the window of the subway. I wonder if she notices. Rosy red full cheeks, sans makeup, how brave she must be to go out with a naked face. Those full, perfect, china-doll lips, the kind many women pay exorbinate amounts of money for, searching for a ...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Finding a path: 1 of 5

When I was 9, I learned to ride a bike. This doesn't seem like an anomaly to many people, but where I lived, it seemed like an eternity. Kids in the country were riding bikes, it seemed, shortly after they learned to walk. I had training wheels, and by age seven, they were humiliating, the thought of such freedom taunting me...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Identity: 42 of 175

Sometimes I think I'm playing some satire on "prep" A commentary on all the perfect beautiful people out there - almost like them. Except I'm in greyscale. My first offense. In a silken white shirt and striped sweatervest I could almost play the part But they don't hide in grey and black and white Like my part. I don't live ...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Identity: 10 of 40

When I was born, as most children are, a name was bestowed upon me. I can only imagine my parents, looking down at their second born's chubby face and smiling, knowing that the name they carefully chose was the right one. All my family is named after saints. Surprisingly, we are not Catholic. There's a picture of my father h...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Catalyst: 1 of 4

Mechanic 12/12/2004 So often, I feel like I am the mechanic for change. That I am merely setting things into motion- especially for other people, the ones that need it most. That my purpose lies in being a catalyst for upheaval. To be for others the one who causes and/or witnesses that "moment of clarity" where lives change ...