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My name is Christopher Frederic Lapinel. I recently graduated with an MLitt in Creative Writing from St Andrews University in Scotland. Currently I live in New York City and travel about the world whenever I get the chance. Whatever else you might need to

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Depression: 118 of 694
'Shaking Off the Oppressive Gloom'On dark, lonely nightswhen all your thoughtsfreeze your fingers and toes.When your heart jittersin your chest and all seemslike a huge mistake,like a wrong turn takenon a misbegotten road,then just remember this:it is all, always,a matter of perspective.Your heart may notinstantly leap to joy... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Appreciate your life: 19 of 47
'On Traveling in the New Mexico Desert'Come sit with me awhile-I'm shivering with coldand I think that I done wrong.My youth is dyingin the New Mexico desertand I need a steadying handto calm it on its way.Oh it's cold, so cold-touch its hands,it's alright, I swear,he don't feel a thing.I've sat vigil all night,waiting for th... More..
Creative Writing > Essays Essays: Pain in life: 8 of 19
'Love Will Burn You Up'Sometimes we are given what we ask for. Sometimes it is more than we bargained for.All the time I was working at the liquor shop I could feel myself dying by degrees. Everything in my mind was rotting, decaying. My body was going this way too. My emotions were still running riot, just as vivid and colou... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Appreciating the little things in life: 70 of 154

On ChilhowieCurrent mood: amusedCategory: Travel and Places'Chilhowie, Va.'I was driving down Interstate 81 in Virginia, on my way to California. The sun had only set maybe a couple hours before, maybe less. It had already felt like an eternity. It was only the second day of my trip and that felt like an eternity too. I pulle... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Confused by love: 156 of 311
'Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow'Gone down into shade, just to rest awhile nothing more don't disturb me, don't stand over nor stare at me I'm fine, I've just gone down to rest awhile leave me be the knots in my back, the withering of my proud legs the infection creeping through my body is the sour culmination of having me... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Finding yourself: 143 of 255
'To Wish'A man reached outhis fingers pokingthe stars, but boywas he surprisedwhen the starsreaching downpoked him back. More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Desperation: 2 of 3
'Los Angeles, or the Affects of Too Many Palms on the Smog'It is kind of overcast today. Yet it's only 9:32 A.M. and chances are the smog will clear before noon. I had been walking down Montana Avenue, talking on my mobile with my attorney in New York. I was saying how much I missed her toothless face (I believe those were th... More..
Creative Writing > Essays Essays: Emotions: 11 of 16
'The Great Ocean Road: February 25th, 2008'M. is taking me to the town of Apollo Bay. It's her favorite place; she dreams of having a farmhouse just outside the town one day.M. and I are cruising along the Great Ocean Road in a big, comfy car we've borrowed. There's some cloud cover, but the sun is bright and so is the blue w... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Imagination: 78 of 102
'The Last Cigarette of the Night'On the back patioon a gorgeous nightlike tonightwhen slow goes the tick of timewhen it sways and leans so warmlylong and lingeringlike a lovers first touchthen, just thenall the universe is bending lowand it whispersits secretson my lips......and on and onthe crickets chirplike an ancient Gree... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Humanity: 121 of 154
'Just A Little Of My Soul, On a Senseless January Night'Standing on the porcha pad and pen clutched in my trembling hand,staring at the street scene-images of a movieI saw tonighttwining a labyrinth 'round my thoughts and Christmas lightson this cold January night catch my jaundiced eye.It is late - the hourfull of darknessan... More..