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I have always traveled. Growing up, my family always took at least 2 trips a year: 1 we would spend exploring the vast, beautiful US and the other we would seek beaches in the Caribbean and Mexico. It wasn't until my dad moved to Japan, however, that I got

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Falling in love: 12 of 614
I WouldEven conquer submission of this EarthIn form of the tallest mountain highClimb the peak to be far-reachingAnd touch the clear mountain sky.All to catch a falling star or twoTumbling like raindrops or teardropsI would catch stardropsOne for me and one for you.I would challenge the all mighty sunRaise my fist to eternal ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Black history month: 5 of 23
The Middle Passage Between Ship Gallows and Jungle HeartsCultural poems spring forth from the history and experiences of peopleto solidify the consciousness of being an African.The large proportion of slaves that remembered Africa was, in itself, a glorious act of identification for African peoples.This successful slave revol... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Traveling: 60 of 204
There is a common line of questioning among the backpacker community. Spend at least ten minutes with a fellow traveler that you have met in a hostel, bar or tour and you will exchange these three questions in this order: "Where are you from? How long have you been traveling? Where have you been?" Most backpackers will extrac... More..
Travel > Vacations Guide to Colombia's best vacation spots: 2 of 5
As a solo traveler and without very much time, I left the comfort of being a traveler to become a tourist. With only two weeks in Colombia, I realized I had not given myself enough time to truly get to know and understand this dynamic and multi-dimensional country. I gave myself a week in Bogot and a week to discover the Cari... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love expressed: 310 of 719
AmateurI am hesitant fingers anxious to leave my prints.Tracking exploration of the flesh embracing your open lips,paying no caution to the dangers of hoping thatmy hope will be the rope to keep me from falling.Tracking exploration of the flesh embracing your open lips,I am a fluttering belly wondering ifmy hope will be the r... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: War: 251 of 544
"In ending War"Two dramatically different groups face each other anda farewell to freedom comes at summer's end.Hearing the distant voice of the universe,the war against the people was resolved.A farewell to freedom comes at summer's end.In a tunnel through timethe war against the people was resolved-spanning the continent.In... More..
Travel > North & South America Travel experiences: Discovering Southern Mexico: 1 of 1
I am still in wonderful cool, crisp San Cristobal, Chiapas, Mexico. This is Mayan country and the state used to be part of Guatemala, but somehow Mexico got it. it is a state rich in resources. It has jungle, pine forest, tropic plains, and water, water, water. This has to be the most valuable resource they have considering t... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Rebellion: 12 of 23
Beat Back the Corporate AttackBeat, beat backThere was no war, at least not a physical one with guns and boys taken from their mothers.You couldn't say we were fighting to deconstruct the division of black and white in our institutions because the institution we protest only sees green.We came together, 20,000 voices strong, ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Loneliness: 306 of 579
AridYour walls are the expanseof dry desolation in the desert.For miles in every direction heat gets trappedbetween earth and skysterilizing the temperature to a blinding white.Your place is no place at the dead center,in the heart of a self-created wastelandone acre of freshly-laid asphaltleft to cool by the break of dawnfor... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dreams: 355 of 654
Dedication: Unspokenghosts climb down the ladder,glittering imagination,through the hole in the skythat is the moon,passing past cloudslike cloudspassing over-spinning, twirlingtricks for my eyesopen. in front,he can't help but lead,curious,i can't help but follow.at the river's edge,he becomes coyote, winking-a howl fooled i... More..