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Hi, my name is Geneva Robinson. I'm Autistic, and to some this is a disability, for me, it gave me different abilities. I have spent several years writing freelance via an online freelance site, and am now turning more of my focus to Helium, and my personal

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pro life: 17 of 47
DAY BY DAY How can we go, Day to day, With the bloodstains on our hands? A minute will pass, another baby will die, and still we march on, silent and uncaring. How can we go, Day to day, allowing the blood to flow? Is it really too much, to place a blow, ending the daily slaughter? How can we go, Day to day, while innocent b... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Evil: 24 of 64
EVIL Black oil smoke Frissons of blood Floating darkness Searching Seeking Malignant hatred Festering pustules of inner torment Frothing Foaming Curses and moaning Deep Dank bone deep cold Death nears. More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Inner struggles: 271 of 531
Secrets of a Shredded Soul Swirling vortex of deep hidden hate, Endless valley overflowing with grief, Long held fears, bringing watersheds of tears. Silence long kept, Secrets that cause unrest, Slowly rising, Pulling the soul, Deeper and deeper... Into the valley and vortex... Promising madness, with endless torment More..
Pets & Animals > Rodents How to choose a pet rat: 5 of 9
Choosing a pet rat is not as difficult as you may think. My experience is personal, and professional. Having grown up with both my parents being wildlife rehabilitators, and having spent the past 15 years with a no-kill animal rescue and shelter (www.merryangel.org), I have had vast experience with rats. My first pet rats we... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love hurts: 11 of 17
Midnight tears, Untold fears. Sleepless nights, The numerous fights. Pain so deep, A thick morass... The dying hope that it shall all pass. More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pain in life: 393 of 594
FLUKE I am a non-entity, A fluke of nature, The existence is cold, Unreassuring, And I am a pestilence upon the planet. Why Do I exist, For what purpose is my grief? No good ever comes of even the slightest of brushes with my tainted existence. Over and over, the traumas persist, No matter what good I may attempt. Dark and d... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Testimonies: Working in the carnival or amusement industry: 2 of 3
Carnivals and Midways have been part of our culture for over a century. Today, while we see carnival midways at least once a year, regardless of where we live, the life and underbelly of a carnival, or midway, is completely mysterious. Contrary to the common perception of carnival workers, called 'carnies' or 'carny's', very... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Winter: 137 of 194
WINTER... Why do most see it as bleak, dull, monotonous? I find the beauty exhilarating. Winter leaves promises of new life, Showing, That death, Isn't truly the end. More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: On abortion: 50 of 70
She was alone, In her Present Home, Harming none. Unable to feed herself. She couldn't see, crawl, or walk... But she could hear. She heard her Mommy's voice every day, calm, comforting, reminding her she was safe. Danger came though, and she couldn't escape. One day, as she was peacefully resting, IT happened. Suddenly she ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Childhood memories: 307 of 391
Nowhere near perfect, Nowhere near close. Noone who sees The me I try to be. Noone who cares The good I try Why can't I be better Why can't I be right Why can I never Please Is it some fluke Some unseen destiny Or merely some expression Of my lack of being? More..