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I am a 21 year old male hailing from the great northern country. Montreal, Quebec, Canada is where I call home. I am a wanderer and a wonderer and believe that having all the answers is not the right answer. Without the question all the wonderful mysteries

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: We are all students of life: 1 of 20
"Living Through the Seasons"To bloom from the dirt of a cold winter past.The spring is here and new life is at vast.Mother and Father where must I go?Brother and Sister for now I must know.To grow from the grass of a watered gone spring.The summer is here and new wonder it shall bring.Mother and Father what am I feeling?Broth... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Addiction: 53 of 329
"Overdosed and Under Appreciated"If you love me, you'll let me die.If you hate me, you'll keep me alive.The methadone doesn't work anymore.I'm a loser and a junkie.A failed rehabilitation of a whore.If you love me, you'll let me die.If you hate me, you'll keep me alive.The love doesn't work anymore.I'm an addict and a user.Wi... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Feeling lost: 146 of 720
"What it Used to be and Never Was"I never knew who I was, and I remain unsure.Undefined by my own definition.There may be a part of me that I have never met.Uncertainty remains as the only thing that is certain.The inconsistency of life is all that is consistent.I never knew who I was going to be, and I may never.Undetermined... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life's paths: 116 of 284
"Now, Then, Not the Time"I need someone to turn back time,so I can feel young again.I am only twenty-one but feel I have lived a lifetime.I want my youth back,so I can smile once more.I need someone to take the time,so I can feel of use again.I hope to be seventy-five someday but feel I have lived a lifetime.I want old age to... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Help: 11 of 26
"One to Leave, One to Stay, What is Left?"I'm standing on a cliff with two women I love.I do not know these women,but I know I love them.I can only save one,the other must fall.Which one do I save?I need help.I need to know whom I love more.I am torn between them,and they are scared.I do not know which one should live,and whi... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Relationships: 85 of 195
"Blind"It was a mid August day, a day that was like every other day that summer, long, hot, and lifeless. He walked around that morning like he had done for many days prior. He walked down towards the lake but he didn't intend on staying, he was just passing by. It was then he saw an old man on the bench that sat near the wat... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Drug addiction: 23 of 52
"If Only we had Some Methadone"It was cold that morning in New York city. Her hotel room reeked of alcohol and cigarettes and her head was spinning as she slowly climbed into the shower. She didn't remember checking in, or where she was the night before. "Did I play in Boston last night?" she thought to herself as the water p... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Feminism: 10 of 22
"When I am Woman"When I am woman, I am beautiful.When I am man, I am weak.When I am woman, I am strident,and man cannot speak.When I am woman.When I am man, I am horny.When I am woman, I am strong.When I am man, I am forceful,and woman cannot belong.When I am man.When I am woman, I am loving.When I am man, I am vain.When I am... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: False hope: 14 of 29
"Queen of Diamonds"She came around here a few days ago,holding diamonds in her hands.She was never one for extravagance,or so I'm told.Her youth was radiant, her eyes were shinning through a diamond glare.She didn't come here for me.She came to be compared, to the sun, the moon, and the stars.All that is beautiful.She doesn't... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Seeing beauty: 60 of 110
"Her Song"Rainbows aboard this ship,On which we sail.Colours and coordinationsDissolve through the storm.She was dead,She was gone.Forever unsung,Her parting song.Rainbows form through stormy clouds,Of which we glare.Colour of her eyes shineLike the gold of her hair.She has fled,She has flown.Forever she sings,Her rainbow song. More..