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I'm still a young man, although older people are starting to look much better to me.I presently live in Chicago, however, that could change again in a moments notice depending on whether they find me or not(I am not paranoid). I recently returned to school,

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Global warming: 2 of 68

Fish on Friday Rotting sea bass on the beach Do the gulls find you enticing? Sprawled along the sugar sand Spurning the filthy water from the Gulf …did it spit you out? Or, did you think the palm trees offered refuge? To your species, you’re a coward. As you bask upon a shore, You poison blameless birds That see...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Early childhood memories: 6 of 98

The House on Chase Street When I was a boy, the most important things in my life were my toys... and television. It was the early 1960's, when television was in black and white, and the only channels were: Two, five, seven, and nine. The black and white programs one watches now as reruns, were then, state of the art, first r...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Testimonies: Adopted children reuniting with their birth parents: 2 of 20

Genesis As long as I can remember, I've been searching for something. I never had an idea what it might be, or why I so desperately sought it, but deep inside I knew that I would know it if I found it; whatever it was. I came to realize that the time my "searching" started, when I was five years old, and the time that I was ...
Politics, News & Issues > Environmental Awareness How to raise awareness of the environment's pollution: 1 of 10

Beyond Petroleum (B.P), the German registered, London based, multinational oil company, last summer revealed it would have been permitted by the Environmental Protection Agency (EPA), to dump an extra 1,584 lbs of ammonia and 4,925 lbs of sludge from Canadian crude oil into Lake Michigan every day. The company plans on expan...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Struggle in life: 87 of 828

"Crossroads" I was walking past the graveyard, when my tooth broke, so I spit out those shattered fragments of my life. And then I stepped inside it felt as if my soul spoke, the words it spewed cut through me like a knife. It said "boy, this will be your final destination, so take a look, because it's closer than you think....
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love from afar: 17 of 98

I close my eyes to all the beauty, which life was meant to share, and I deny myself the luxury, of letting someone care. I refuse to open up my heart, for fear of getting hurt, I thrust out much more anger, than I know I should exert. While running from my destiny, I'm hiding from my past, not noticing the skies above are al...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: A new life: 9 of 46

The trees are gently swaying as the sun sets in the west, Workers crammed in cattle cars to give their day a rest. I smile at the traffic jam; stagnant lines of idle cars. Looking out my window, through the bars. The architectural wonders from the masters from the past, Sit draped behind these concrete slabs of glass, in ste...
Sports & Recreation > Hockey How can the NHL compete for spectators with the NFL and the NBA?: 4 of 20

Resurrection: Easter at a Hawks game During a March 23, 2008 Chicago Blackhawk home game, Kelsey Conway sits in the upper deck of the United Center with her father and three sisters. It is Kelsey's 10th birthday, and this game was her birthday wish. Kelsey's three sisters, 12 year-old-twins Mandy and Emily, and Coleen the ol...
Creative Writing > Satire Satire: Technology: 9 of 30

"We do not have to visit a madhouse to find disordered minds; our planet is the mental institution of the Universe." - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - Exploration of space has captivated our imaginations for century's. From Galileo's telescope to Jules Verne's From Earth to the Moon, space travel was only a dream. Towards the e...
Creative Writing > Satire Satire: Remembering: 2 of 6

A Guest at the Hotel As the December sun sets upon the Gulf of Mexico, the white sands of Clearwater Beach take on a pinkish hue at the Tiki-bar of The Beach Resort Hotel. The northbound traffic on the Sand Key bridge, which spans the inter coastal harbor, slows to a snail's pace as drivers fend off piercing sun rays, and sq...