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I consider myself to be an artist, poet, and romantic. I have been writing off and on in some form since a very young age. My mother was a writer and an artist. I feel she wrote very good poetry, although she wasn't highly published. With her encouragement

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Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Beliefs and perceptions: 1 of 2
ROBERT'S RENEWALRobert sat at his desk in the study with a bottle of scotch near one hand and a bottle of sleeping pills near the other. He was already drunk and was feeling very sorry for himself. He had decided to commit suicide.He was in his late thirties, ambitious, and self-motivated. He had an extravagant home, a pictur... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Time: 397 of 759
STOLEN TIMEIn this time by myselfI can sort out the tangled threads of my lifeThat have become unraveled and knotted together.Without the demands on my attentionI can turn to my inner world,Sometimes finding resolutions or inspirations.I know there is art of some formIn this inner frontierWaiting to be discovered.Somewhere th... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Learning to love: 18 of 34
Once upon a time I fell in love. It was a wonderful experience; it was my first real love for a man. I learned a lot about love from him, and when he departed from me, it hurt immensely, but the love remained and has to this day.Later, I fell in love again. As before, being in love was wonderful. As before, I learned a lot ab... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Joy in love: 56 of 104
THE TREASURE HUNTThe two of us are focused hereAfter another year.A year of that focus expandingBecoming sharper.I know that my perception of youIs still blurred around the edges,Only at times allowing brief, too-fleeting clarityOf what I will later know you to be.I look forward in excitement to other years,Of sharpening my f... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Overcoming challenges: 31 of 52
HE GENIUS vs. THE BITCHHe raises his voice in the crowd,Saying he knows a better way.When they are inattentive,He storms and ragesUntil he is heard and has won.He is praised for his brilliance,His creativity,His talent.It is understood that one so giftedHas earned the rightTo have a forceful manner.She raises her voice in the... More..
Creative Writing > Essays Essays: The Internet: 11 of 18
Dougie2U: The Handsome ScammerI was setting up an account on one of the social sites online when I was contacted by email on the site by Dougie2U. Dougie had come across my profile and said that he was impressed by it and would like to get to know me better.He was, he said, from the States, and was looking to move to my area.... More..
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Fear: 18 of 29
A Day at the Boardwalk 2003My friend and I had a nice time the day we went to Santa Cruz, California. We saw a lot of beautiful scenery. Along the way, I saw a sign that said the scenic route was coming up. I told him that I thought we had already been doing a scenic route. We drove through some redwood forests, but they were... More..
Creative Writing > Essays Essays: Love: 71 of 110
An Artful Love Story.When I was a 15 year old freshman in high school, one of thecourses I knew was a must have was Art. My first day I enteredthe class not knowing I was going to discover passion. Apassion for art, you're thinking. No, I was hit by a suddenimpact of passion for Mr. Smith, my art teacher. Soft spoken,half Nat... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Death of a parent: 109 of 155
CONVERSATION WITH AN URN(To my mother)I had so much to say before you left.I didn't know time would be so short.It seemed that you had always been here,That you would always stay.Now I know your days were consumedBy an impatience to leave.I wish you had been curious enoughTo linger a while longer.I wish you had asked meWhat I... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Hidden truth: 44 of 58
What is it?It could have beenIt should have beenIf it had beenAllowed to breath.It almost wasBut never wasSo close it wasTo being taken in.Yet it truly isIt truly livesIt truly has been setAnd can not move away.It needs to beIt begs to beIt wants to beSpoken and set free. More..