: About Me

I am a woman, the smell of a newborn makes me smile, I am a mother to 3 children, I have had things published in the paper, people who don't have dreams scare me, I always persevere, I never call back when I say I will, I love life, I have a father named Michael, a brother named Michael, A son named Michael, A lover named Michael, I am stubborn, I hold the elevator when I see someone in the lobby, I love to read, I am afraid of being alone, I hate the word hate, when I was little I loved to eat snow, I have had at least one coffee everyday for the past 8 years, I love fast, I cry often, I have never been on a plane, when I was little I wanted to be a teacher, I believe pictures capture emotion we may have otherwise never seen, I push people away when they get too close, I think bullies should be helped not punished, I have a mother who survived cancer, I gave birth to my daughter when I was 16, I am writing a novel, I talk to my cat and I know he understands me, I sing in the shower, I have always wanted to go to Africa, I love music, I am an artist, I believe the eyes are the key to the soul, I'm argumentive, I need to get drunk every once in a while, I have epilepsy, I went to college, I never graduated highschool, I have a lot of people who love me, I dream of my wedding day, I have no regrets, I have one best friend who I would trust with my life, I believe in God, I don't believe in religion, I'm extremely shy though I hide it well, I love the rain, the thought of war scares me, I forgive even when I say I won't, I don't forget, I love elephants, I am afraid of bugs, I am a flirt, I wish people would smile more often, I whisper to my children when they sleep that I love them, I believe everything happens for a reason, I suck at taking care of plants, I love cup-o-noodles, I can't park a car, I like monopoly, I am hurtful with my words, I love how the sand feels between my toes, I am a slob, I wonder about people from my past, I thank the ones that have hurt me for making me so strong, I have never broken a bone, I am an aunt, I have ugly feet, I am grateful for all that I have.

My passion is ...

writing, loving, laughing, and freedom.

I know too much about ...

nothing. You can never know too much.

My parents always told me ...

to never give up, to cry if you must, and to get used to life not being fair.

My childhood ambition ...

went from being a brain surgeon, to an archeaologist, to a writer. I couldn't stand the sight of blood, and despise getting dirty. So, I opted for a career where I could become whatever I wanted. I could be dirty, while still being clean, and I could perform brain surgery without any credentials.

My favorite memory ...

My nana, singing me the rose, Bette Midler style. "...Some say love, it is a razor. It leaves your soul to bleed."

Why I write ...

Because I have to. Because if I don't get it out, I will explode.

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

One child screeching, another playing Zelda, and yet another snapping bubble gum bubbles. Ahh .. the sound of serenity; of comfort.

My first job ...

was a babysitting gig.

My best moment ...

Giving birth to my children, and looking into their eyes for the first time. Counting their tiny fingers, and their teeny toes, smelling their breath. They have the most unique, odd smell; like heaven?

My inspiration ...

is my children. No one has ever known true love, until you look into the eyes of an adoring child.

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Hunger

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They say they are starving, while they rub their hands, and stand with their face against the glass. Their bellies ache, and they contemplate, removing it early. Their needs are alarming; the detector cries, and their eyes, dilate as they fan the smoke. It's burning! They scream, take it out, what a waste! How did it burn right in front of their face? Though their concern rests not on a wasted beast, rather on the feast, they will not have. They run the tap to boil something quick, and splash cold water upon their face. They sing a song of pity, and lick their wounds endlessly. Somewhere a...

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