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I'm a 28 year old divorced man living near Cleveland.I work as a cook in the restaurant business. I enjoy, music, movies, and spending time with friends and family. I mostly write poetry, but I also write short fiction and some essays. I hope you all enjoy

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Growing up: 1 of 113

Blossoming Frail little flower, the only one around, slowly rising up from the ground, pale lily white petals push upward, showing its solemn beauty so awkward. Among a garden of roses it grows, soaking up the sunlight it knows, that warm soothing touch of love and light, feeling alive under a mother so bright. Life exists i...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Insanity: 5 of 102

The Patient Staring out the frost covered window, Sarah Davenport watched the first snowfall of the year. Slivers of snowflakes littered the hospital courtyard. Some clinched to the skeletal fingers of the tree branches. Others danced through the night air only to dissolve against the cold glass. She sipped her warm coffee a...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Losing your first love: 7 of 93

When the Weather Changes Once and long ago when the sun still shone, through a blue and pristine sky above, green grass danced in the summer breeze, alive in a paradise when we believed in love. How that golden light caressed your pale face, radiating the edges of that simple smile, eyes as clear as the seas and full of the ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Mother: 16 of 192

When the Candle Flickers Dearest one, she whose vessel gave way to his being, honest one whose heart lies shadowed in suffering, she whose burden to bring him up uncompromised and fair, giving onto him the blessing of her eternal care. A slivered smile draws a tear as she starts to slip away, opening his mouth unable to find...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Guilty conscience: 2 of 22

Condemned by the burdens that run deep, a fault line of emotions sworn to keep, underneath my subconscious in the dark and cold, unresolved in the purgatory of my shaded soul. Keeping control the only way known, ignoring how much this pain has grown, spreading like a plague of desire and disarray, scrutinizing every single w...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Positivity: 1 of 10

Optimism Hold your head up high, keep your dreams in the sky, drifting like shrouded clouds of confusion, shifting shapes like a silhouette illusion. Envision a future you want to see, set your course, make it your destiny, believe in yourself, and the rest will come, face adversity with a smile, never run. Moments made in m...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Finding love: 24 of 192

The Tale of my Tears Listen to my tears and they will tell a tale, of a day long ago when my heart set sail, braving the soul's storms to wash up on your shore, so safe and warm and begging to be explored. Decipher all my cries and they will tell you why, finding myself dreaming of the destiny in your eyes, seduced by your s...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Reflecting on your life: 31 of 183

Party Tap into the pulse of the party, walk in the room and know everybody, blast the music, get into the groove, find that certain someone and make your move. She's getting closer, intentions are clear, kill the inhibitions with another beer, open up, show what's inside, just relax and go for the ride. Connection in a singl...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Not knowing: 6 of 28

The Page Staring out into the star scattered night, looking past the horizon for a distant life, creeping closer as the routines begin to break, working away my soul and paying for old mistakes, Knowing in the heart that things will work out fine, blissfully ignorant to all the crossed lines, finding faith in something diffe...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: An enriched life: 5 of 15

The Path Living like a lemming lost on its way to the sea, wondering if this was the path that was meant for me, seeing the waves crash against the crest of rocks below, witness to the end of friends falling, for something they'll never know. Experiences and memories mix as my eyes play tricks, of that shimmering mirage off ...