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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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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Soldiers: 50 of 228
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 jubilan... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short Stories: Fables: 16 of 62
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 fancif... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Power: 4 of 13
Misty waters locked up inside a cloudy stream, shed a lonely existence behind my weeping eyes. Deserted highways drift me away into my shallow numbness of my dreams. Murky rivers bleed me into the bold horizons where I strive to be the eagle that soars above adversity. However, sometimes no matter how hard of a fight the kick... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Girls night out: 2 of 6
It started out like any other day. I woke up in the morning, took a shower, got dressed, did my hair and makeup. I looked at myself in the mirror. In particular, I glared at the fluff that was my hair. About two months prior to that, I went to the beauty shop to have my hair done. I told my beautician, "put straightener in my... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Born on the 4th of July: 5 of 13
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... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Hope: 103 of 265
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 t... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Creativity: 7 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 ... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Matters of the heart: 7 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... More..
Arts & Humanities > Philosophical Concepts Theories of the mind and existence: 2 of 4
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) ... More..
Home & Garden > Home & Garden (Other) Is a house always a home?: 106 of 202
A house is a drifting shadow from which man may revise his lofty head. Showers bleed through crusty walls where a child's soul is butchered by his captor. Elated windows emit fire that burns through time's curtains where the crying rain drinks his own tearful melodies. I dream into your elastic corpse, and let the ways of ser... More..