: About Me

I'm a 17 year old young man who has a ton of interests.
So much so that I often find that I can't focus them into productive activities.
I'm a christian; I have been ever since I was a little kid. I love writing poetry, short stories, research papers, and often I start novels and don't finnish them (gotta work on that one). I love going to the beach, swiming, preaching, WRITING, playing guitar, designing web sites, snowboarding, and lifeguarding. I'm not affraid to say what I believe, or to stand up against an injustice. I love living moments through the eyes of others (thats what reading and writing is all about).

My passion is ...

Writing, and snowboarding

I know too much about ...

water, honestly. hydrogen is slightly positively charged, while Oxygen is slightly negatively charged

My parents always told me ...

to be a man of integrity

My childhood ambition ...

to earn my living skydiveing. I'll still do it if anyone's willing to pay me a living for it!

My favorite memory ...

Hmmm. I have alot. most appropriotly the time I fell off my bunkbed at a 'family camp'. My dad woke up, lept out of bed, and barely missed catching me by inches. But it's the thought that counts.

Why I write ...

To share my stories, thoughts, and beliefs with others.

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

Reading: Ted Dekker's Skin. Watching: Lost (as soon as the next season premiers). Listening to: The Hush Sound. But Leah Wine (from the writers list) is trying to get me into country music. Its working.

My first job ...

Mowing lawns for my parents and neighbors

My best moment ...

Watching, teaching and having fun with kid that I taught swimming lessens to as a Lifeguard.

My inspiration ...

I'm being 100% honest, not just religious. Jesus. but since he didn't write much himself, Ted Dekker comes next. Then C.S. Louis. Then whatever great writer I stumble upon next.

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Confessions

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Psychobabble Pound the babble through his ears like candy. Then understand his frustration. Cover your tears by comforting him. Drape the napkin over his eyes. Not to be hidden from himself, Only to be hidden from you. The Styrofoam burns white, Dripping to your toes, You should feel pain, Felt the joy of torture instead. You study it, Take hold, And form it to your wishes. Then toss it out, Trash worse than dishes. He comes back to you again, Knowing it's a sin. You've lassoed 'm good, If only he could; See clear past those ocean eyes, Make out without mouth the searing siren song, Observ...

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