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I love writing. I fell head over heels in love with words when I was 7 and although we've had our differences, that love remains one of the strongest driving forces of my life.

I work full-time as an assistant to the Content Management Group of Cengage Learning

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Spiritual: 15 of 596

Inspired by a Rainy Day Lord, I am tired of feeling like these rain-washed windows and skies of nothing. I do not want to be a puddle on a gray gravel road anymore. I want to feel like a midnight sky on a clear day. I want to be as unpredictable as a week in New England - one moment, I'll be as busy as Boston in the noontime...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Death of a loved one: 16 of 562

Linger The machine by your bed bleeps to tell me you are alive. I would not have known any other way. You are not living. You linger on and on, neverendingly in this place. You need a machine to breathe. You were always a free spirit. Nothing could ever hold you down. Until you became tethered to this Earth by machines rathe...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Prejudice: 3 of 31

- for Patti Standing among white faces, somehow I found it inside of me to smile outside even though I'm the only black girl in town. Say I'm ugly tell me you don't like my kinky Afro hair or rich chocolate skin. Tell me I smell bad because my kind don't bathe right. I must be funny good at sports lazy in schoolwork. Highest...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love unrequited: 39 of 372

Letting Go I know all too well that you have no control over your heart, and you can not tell it how to feel or whom to feel it about. That is not enough to stop me from wanting to be with you but I know that your wishes do not include me, and they never will. I used to think of you as a friend, but now, you mean so much mor...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Flowers: 45 of 169

Daffodils Standing in the vase, bearing resemblance to sunshines on stems, brightly blooming hopes, so they rise, reaching up, extending in the hopes of touching the sky. Tiny petal trumpets, proclaiming and exclaiming a Golden New Life. Like a setting sun, they start to cascade down, reducing selves like dreams that once tr...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Feminism: 18 of 23

Dolls Barbie is plastic and synthetic hair, moving when and if you tell her to, going where you want. But I am woman; and I do not roar; roaring is for the lions and tigers; I lay no claims there. I speaklivebreathe and succeed. That is for humans. Blood courses through veins; mind in perpetual thought; heart pumping, lungs ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: On poems: 144 of 176

Reach out and above; go beyond and deep inside; stretch and reflect. Expand and expound. Write to old friends, lest they feel forgotten. Meet new people. Fight the encroaching agoraphobia before it becomes a threatening, all- powerful force never to be released. Dig deep into your emotional well- being, satisfied with even a...