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I am a writer by education, who hails from Kalamazoo, MI. Writing has been my passion since I was in the first grade. Throughout my childhood, I would write, direct, and produce plays with my brothers, our friends, and our cousins, and perform them together

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Arts & Humanities > Philosophical Concepts Theories of the mind and existence: 1 of 7

The Problem of Perceptual Error In this article, I will be discussing the various theories involed in the problem of perceptual error. Plato, a philosopher of these theories, introduced the theories of forms, and wrote five different dialogues to back up his theory. They consist of: (1) the Thaetetus; (2) the Protegous; (3) ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Soldiers: 47 of 203

Mild tides hover me so warm. My breath is ice that swims through my whimisical hair, and the light that surrounds me beats down into hallow tombs. For it strums my soulful seeds, and takes in turbulent song that weeps for the masses. For the dark hours seep through spongy spirits, and create dancing blisters inside jubilant ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Heaven: 38 of 146

Through my lonely days, I look up at the stars and gaze into the eyes of heaven. The music that carries me engages me in the playful lulls of my master's voice. Longing is my heart to dress the seeds of peril in the shrouds of my fever. There is a fire that burns in my heart, and drowns my shivering m...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Hope: 68 of 245

It is the icy fountain that runs through the blood of man. Electric fences go up to hide the detrimental winds from a sauntered heart. Misty eyes weep for the loss of a fallen soldier who drank from the waters of the sun. Driven shadows follow me around in the night to color the shades of my burning spirit. Toppling over is ...
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Matters of the heart: 5 of 17

You think that you never lie because you think you know me all too well. But if you looked deep inside you'll find someone who really cares. CHORUS: You've got to maximize your love. Maximize your love. Maximize your love. Get it through your head. Maximize your love. You've got to get it through your head. Maximize your lov...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Fables: 17 of 56

Mirky waters tremble at the sound of hallow breaths. The dragons scorching soul vacates his isolated world and lands under his own duress of his willful deeds. Famished nuggets dance around inside my brisk visions of the saintly man who disguises himself as a wilted rose. Humbly the caterpiller speaks to his creator of fanci...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Creativity: 6 of 17

I'll be your bird. I'll be your cage, for the miracles of life that shudder behind closed doors. Let the heavenly light lift you up with its loving arms, and carry your tongue through heaven's door. Hopeless people, desperate eyes, mild embrace that weeps for cotton chldren who caress broken tears with the stroke of a humble...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: For my grandmother: 27 of 66

Grandmother You showered me with hugs When I trampled your roses, And taught me to dance when I was not in step to the music. Now it’s my turn to share with you the joy you have brought to my life when you managed to put A smile on my face after I skinned my knee. You knew the right things to say When I needed a friend...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Born on the 4th of July: 5 of 12

Lacey Richards was her mommy's firecracker, sparkler, and all of the fireworks combined. She was born on a humid summers day on the 4th of July. Mrs. Katherine Richards, Lacey's paternal grandmother made a huge fuss over her, by tickling her belliy to make the baby laugh, cooing over her, or lulling Lacey to sleep with the m...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Sleep: 76 of 172

My eyes dance with the pollen and tree mold, as the sleep seduces me both mind, body, soul and spirit. I gaze out my living room window as I sit before my computer just typing away, so I can keep my mind busy and my thoughts active. The crazed wind kisses the braches of my maple trees as she shakes them along with the ...