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I'm Adam Rogers, and welcome to my profile! I would guess that if you are here reading this, you want to know a bit more about me.

I was Born in British Colombia, Canada in September, 1982. At the age of 10 years old I passively started to take up

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life's paths: 32 of 283
The Haze All you see is like a blinding haze. Sometimes hours feel like days. Sometimes no path in your gaze. People leave but seldom stay. The world it works in mysterious ways. In the haze friends are few. You seem to go nowhere with nothing to do. In time you think you won't get through, Until a person walks with you, A l... More..
Food & Drink > Cooking (Other) Practicing safety in the kitchen: 2 of 13
In the home, the kitchen is generally considered the most dangerous room in the house, and in most cases this is the truth. As a professional chef I have come to know the dangers of the kitchen very well through training, practice and observation. I understand that a commercial kitchen is vastly different than a kitchen in y... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dark poems: 230 of 1293
They're Out There I look around, and now I see, There are things out there after me. Why did I not see it before? Things chase me, like my bedroom door. Little blue people follow me, They grab my ankles, and bite my knees. They poke me lot, ride in blue rifts And make my muscles sore and stiff. They follow me wherever I go. ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Separation: 47 of 229
How Can I Live Without Love Please answer me this, before you depart, How can someone live without there heart? I know It's still in me, but you make it beat, From the top of my head, to the soles of my feet. What kind of life can I live without love? The kind that is best for the diggers to shove. Your life, and mine, The s... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Death: 222 of 693
The Hunter It hunts you in the day. It hunts you at night. Do not go astray, Cause it you cannot fight. You cannot run. You cannot hide. It will come. You it will find. It can get you when your sleeping, It can get you when you drink. The hunter is always creeping It's killed more then you might think. In the end get you it ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The difficulties of life: 11 of 32
Life And Love It's late at night, I'm all alone. I sit here cause I can't go home. My home and I are far apart, Cause I am a prisoner to my life and heart. My heart is active as can be. A hopeless romantic, that is me. My life is simple, or dull you could say, But it works for me quite nice this way. I work for life, and liv... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Longing: 171 of 428
Missing You The time has come for us to part, I need to make a brand-new start. With all the things that we've been through, I am missing you. My heart has known you for so long, But now it knows that you are gone. I still don't know what to do, When I am missing you. Now my heart is always weeping, And my soul is always cre... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love expressed: 298 of 719
Alone With Love The night is dark, we're all alone, With no parents and far from home. Our bodies are touching with no room between, And all of this night, feels like a wonderful dream. Your gentle touch, your sound embrace, Makes my heart beat at an astounding pace. The way you act, and your glowing smile, Makes living with... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nature: 284 of 632
Joys of Spring Blue Sky above me. Green grass below. White clouds pass by me, As I sit here alone. The birds in the trees, Sing songs of joy. Flowers call to the bees, Like a child for a toy. A soft breeze cools me, As the hot sun burns. Here, place that's nice to be, When stress starts to churn. More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Sorrow: 77 of 167
The Boat Here I sit in a drifting boat, With nowhere for me to float. It is cold and my skin it crawls. A warm coat is for what I call. I sit here cold as can be. I sit here with my misery. I'm cold and wet from when I fell. I'm all alone with no one to tell. I sit here with nowhere to go. I lost the oars with which I row. I... More..