: About Me

The Sparrow

She flys about in search of,
Bits and pieces of debri,
Fashions her nest with love,
From the things she can see.

I take pieces of life, mostly from others. I take the pieces and combine them with my feelings and paint a picture formed by words. I write mostly poems and songs that tell a story and for the most part, the stories are based on true happenings. They are not my truths but in writing them, I experience them in part.

Sometimes the stories are not so pretty. I cry out for those who have endured many of the things I write about. In the briefness of writing about them, I stand for a moment in those shoes. If you want to know more about me, read my writings for there is a piece of me in all of them.

My passion is ...

writing

I know too much about ...

my nieghbors

My parents always told me ...

always wear clean underwear

My childhood ambition ...

writing

My favorite memory ...

my children

Why I write ...

To touch others hearts

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

what you see,of course

My first job ...

working at a hospital

My best moment ...

I don't share it

My inspiration ...

there are many

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Street life

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THE GREEN JACKET Carl grew up on the east side, the wrong side, with little hope of ever getting out. The streets were a candy store for addicts, homes were barred to keep them out. Even the shop down on the corner sent drugs out, hidden inside their pies, And the aquarium store, as well, received cocaine in their supplies. The streets ran hot with lust and greed, their wares would kill ones soul. Carl grew up on the east side, the wrong side, of this he had no control. His momma, God bless her, made him promise he would never join a gang. She drug him to church every Sunday and in the cho...

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