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
+ more bio informationLingerThe machine by your bedbleeps to tell meyou are alive.I would nothave known anyother way. You are notliving.You lingeron and on,neverendinglyin this place. You needa machine to breathe.You were alwaysa free spirit. Nothingcould ever hold you down.Until you becametethered to this Earthby machinesrather than by love.Your ... More..
Inspired by a Rainy DayLord, I am tired of feelinglike these rain-washedwindows and skiesof nothing. I do notwant to be a puddleon a gray gravel roadanymore.I want to feellike a midnight skyon a clear day. I wantto be as unpredictableas a week in New England -one moment, I'll be as busyas Boston in the noontimeof a sunny spri... More..
- for PattiStanding among white faces,somehow I foundit inside of meto smile outsideeven though I'mthe only black girlin town.Say I'm uglytell me you don't likemy kinky Afro hairor rich chocolate skin.Tell me I smell badbecause my kinddon't bathe right.I must be funnygood at sportslazy in schoolwork.Highest marksin the class ... More..
Letting GoI know all too well thatyou have no controlover your heart, and you cannot tell it how to feelor whom to feel it about. That isnot enough to stop mefrom wanting to be with youbut I know that your wishesdo not include me,and they never will.I used to think of youas a friend, but now, you meanso much more, and you kno... More..
Reach out and above; gobeyond and deepinside; stretch and reflect.Expand and expound. Writeto old friends, lest they feelforgotten. Meet newpeople. Fight the encroachingagoraphobia beforeit becomes a threatening, all-powerful forcenever to be released.Dig deep into youremotional well-being, satisfied with evena weak poem. Wri... More..
DollsBarbie is plasticand synthetic hair,moving whenand if you tell her to,going where you want.But I am woman;and I do not roar;roaring is for the lionsand tigers; I lay no claimsthere. I speaklivebreatheand succeed. Thatis for humans.Blood courses throughveins; mind in perpetualthought; heart pumping,lungs accepting. I amwo... More..
DaffodilsStanding in the vase,bearing resemblanceto sunshines on stems,brightly blooming hopes,so they rise, reaching up,extending in the hopesof touching the sky.Tiny petal trumpets,proclaiming and exclaiminga Golden New Life.Like a setting sun,they start to cascadedown, reducing selveslike dreams that once triedto win my en... More..
Alexa Reed
Articles Written: 7
Writers Invited: 2