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I enjoy studying language, excercising, dating... so on and so forth. I live in China. Lived here for a while. I can read and write mandarin chinese....

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Troubled relationships: 2 of 19
First Night Soft gentle light a glow On my bed hunkered low Sweat pants and socks scattered on the floor Orange and white Garfield cat waiting outside my door His meows ring a melancholy tone But what a strange feeling this first night alone Day after day, night after night I know to me black was black and white was white Ea... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Relinquished love: 1 of 8
Spring is gone and we're letting go Orange evenings and nights have turned to gold The sun's heat it beats from the asphalt, melting soles Radiation blasts seeping every pore Every one closed leaves an open door Youth is gone now we're letting go What once was innocence like blood bleeds and flows Rain storms have come the a... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dark poems: 170 of 1301
Condemned Cold steel bars collecting condensation weep Alone, I am, in this dungeon awaiting sleep Death has not reached me yet For past the bars of steel and the steel of time Exists pleasures that once were mine And if I close my eyes and look inside Exists beauty that will never die Blue skies with white Birds in flight B... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Free spirit: 5 of 30
Soft and gentle as a mothers touch The air holds us aloft Two feathers floating Weightless never awaiting you come to me Effortless Float to me Within the freedom of the open air we fall Breathlessly, we need not breathe Fearlessly falling Rhythmically swaying with the currents, we touch Static, a spark, unseen electricity, ... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Facing death: 36 of 214
The Drive December was always cold, this year was no exception, and as the snow pounded the windshield the car made it's way headlong along the highway, away from the city and into what looked as if it was going to be a dark stormy night. The sun was setting in the distance, past the hills, and though it's shape couldn't be ... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Relationships: 33 of 195
A love story Do I regret falling in love; giving my life for and to another? Such a question can not be answered with a simple yes or no. To answer such a question I must recollect and explain the circumstances for which my life was given. Some say that the meaning of life is love, others saying the meaning of life is simply... More..
Relationships & Family > Dealing with Problem People How to tell if someone is lying to you: 6 of 26
I was commissioned by the Israeli special forces division in 1999, my specialty; interrogation. They had many names for me, ranging from "The Pit Bull" to "The Truth Seeker". Needless to say I was well experienced dealing with people lying to me. In my line of work often the difference between life and death was nothing more... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Morals: 3 of 9
Hidden Do I need to review all the cheap acts we do, thoughts that ensue, you can lie to me but why would you lie to you? Is it a mistake, we often partake in any behavior our souls advocate? And in our own hearts what do we lack? We love white and red yet hide from the black. Or is it in striving that we do the best? Or are... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dawn: 21 of 61
Pitch, crisp, cold, brisk, penetrating The inside burning, the outside frozen Crystalline clouds exhaled like natives blowing smoke Silence save the rustling of winter vestments Parched air absorbing thoughts as it absorbs one's breathe Pre dawn stillness Peak upon frozen peak Dark monumental silhouettes To the east From dar... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Ending a relationship: 117 of 300
Natasha Chinese signs at night, neon lights screaming bright tracers fast flying streets, hearts race I'm left abased time will tell what memories are chased and this moment can not exist erased time with you in the bar, on my arm, in the car the words we spoke, millions more and still my memory will store, nothing or close ... More..