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I am a writer. I have the passion and improve my creative mind daily. Pen and paper were invented to give people like me a relief, a theorpy.

I enjoy what I do and my happiness shows. When I write, a smile appears on my face...lasting hours.

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Food & Drink > Candy & Desserts The origins of cotton candy: 1 of 21
Fluffy clouds of assorted colors, mainly pink and blue, swirled softly around cardboard cones await customers at fair, carnival, and circus concessions. We are all familiar with this tasty, sticky treat known as cotton candy. A treat that melts the second you stuff its sweet strands into your mouth, but where did this unique,... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Fading love: 2 of 17
I can't help thinking that you have fallen out of love with me.Like a forgotten favorite shirt,I'm a forgotten image,Fading with the distance,Fading withe the colors of over dried shirts.When I left we said we'd try,Now I'm gone,I still try,But messages remain unanswered.My pictures probably found in boxes,Stored away until t... More..
Arts & Humanities > Poets & Poetry Poetry analysis: Nothing Gold Can Stay, by Robert Frost: 3 of 22
In Robert Frost's poem Nothing Gold Can Stay the general concept is change. The simple action of transition. Frost is exploring nature, humanity, and how they share this inevitable act.In the first line, "Nature's first green is gold," Frost is describing the birth of spring. The planting of a golden seed that will grow into ... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Hope: 6 of 38
Just yesterday, I was sitting on that old tattered park bench by the swings, when an old man with a mongoose hanging off his chin (at least I'm sure his beard was related to one) plopped down beside me and started humming a tune. Hmm-dum-dum-bah-hmm-dum-dum. It was a joyful tune and a beautiful hum I will admit. Unlike his... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Cloudy skies: 27 of 163
Cloudy skies bring sleepy eyes with its blankets of gray there is no play my motivation runs when there is no sun if it will no rise why should i lazy some may say napping, my plan today responsibility, I'll have none not until the cloudy skies are done. More..
Travel > Rental Cars & Driving Should there be a maximum age limit for driving in the US?: 11 of 29
As we grow older things that we have learned begin to fade, laws change, and our physical and mental health change. This doesn't happen to everyone at the same time. Not everyone should have to give up a convenient leisure such as driving just because they reach a certain age. Instead of putting a maximum limit on the driving... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Creatures of the night: 21 of 55
The day is dull.Full of empty time.Ticking with the clock.Chiming of bells alert the hour.Ten. AM.Clothes remain hung.Untouched.Water does not run.Snow falls.Outside blind windows.Teased by spring.Teased by everything green.She waits.For bells.Night owl sleep til noon.Time is easier to compromise.Night owl sleep til noon.Warm... More..
Health & Fitness > Substance Abuse Should marijuana be legalized?: 62 of 132
Purple haze, Maui Wowie, Mary Jane, Reefer, Joy Smoke, Joy Stick, or the Sticky Icky. I don't remember who said it, but "Marijuana is a hell of a drug" and should be legalized. Not only is it popular, worth money, but it has helped with many health related issues as well. I'm sorry to say, but the government would be stupid ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Obituaries: 1 of 2
An empty house full of belongings,an empty soul filled with love.How can something so full feelso empty?I leave there everydayin a hurry.Leaving the esculating pilesof trash and clothesabandoned. My broken beatup Cherokee gets me to hishouse before a billowof blueish white smokepollutes the alreadypolluted air.poor carpoor ai... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Alcoholism: 42 of 82
toxic rain of ale and juicetrickles down a cavebottoming out with a slightwhoosh wave of satisfactionthe trip makes me dizzydancing in abandoned parkinglots where care stereos give ittheir all belting bump beatsthrough my toxic rain dizzy bodyfriends laugh the sweet melodyof company while i hold my ownshow a silent soliloquyu... More..