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Hello, my name is Julia but I write under the name of Cassandra Latisse. I have spent several years updating and improving my writing style and rhythm, and writing my very first novel. My preference in writing is more poetry and long novels; short stories

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Questions: 1 of 132
All of us ask questions,Receiving only lies.We can't differ from angels' keyAnd demon in disguise.In turn, we are the answerersTo fated question "Why?""That's because I told you so"Is the usual reply.All the time we wonderWhat will happen next?Were we supposed to die today?Are we better than the rest?As years go by and life g... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: September 11, 2001: 1 of 106

8:45"Rock-hard steelAnd shining glassWill never kneelTo nature's grasp.""Nor will they breakWhen hurricaneAnd earthquake fierceSend forth their bane."In spite, not manyThought of itWhen hell began:The first plane hit8:46Rock-hard steelPlummets hardAnd glass like snowLeaves none unscarred"I cannot see!""I cannot breathe!"They ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Forbidden: 1 of 78
she was a duchess. like rain she was everywhere but he was neither a man of riches or reputation he met her once under the hot summer trees of Paris on market day. she caught a glimpse of his electric blue eyes... she was lively instead of sitting there, her heart danced she was interesting unlike the way women should have ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My dreams: 2 of 68

how do we dream? with softly coloured eyes straddling dying fantasies and ugly imaginings ungainly quest to seek what isn't there aim and fire to the sun making sure no one can see sunlight reveals the oxymoron of life the question existing what happens when the light is extinguished? what happens when my life is no more? More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Your inner child: 1 of 31

Child of wonder, child of light, Child of all things good and bright Child, whom all the beasts do feed Child sprung from daylight's seed. Child of darkness, child of death Child born from greed for wealth Child; glutton; killer; slave; Child left mourning by his grave. Child of questions, child unknown Child sprung from se... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Corruption: 1 of 28

the anatomy of a black hole. it assaulted my ears as i stepped out of Eden the rich, self-righteous sound of corruption but as i was soon to discover corruption wasn't the only thing there a girl with muddied knees and a silver dollar in her fist tugged on a man's black sleeve and smiled wearily he agreed to the unspoken off... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Pain: 2 of 44

What is stopping me from giving him a piece of my mind?Who will tell me that his guilt isn't worth this hurting all the time?Who will save me when I've fallen and can't get up off the ground?What will give me the voice, the strength, to say it, yell it loud?Cause when the lights begin to fadeAnd your eyes are cursed with shad... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Apples: 1 of 21
The freshly-picked appleIs shiny and new.The scent's overwhelming,I long to pick two.I bite with relish,Into my apple.Your skin green and fresh,Your flavour crisp and dapper.Oh how I wishThis moment to last,This moment of pureness,As I break the fast.But the apple is rottenOn the other side.The aftertaste's bitter,And the pur... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: I love you: 2 of 41

What do you want?I can see it in your eyes.Why do you keep leading me on?Why do you care?No matter what you're always there,Leading me on, you're keeping me strong and I know...There's no way I can ever let you go.So don't walk away,There are no words that can sayWhat you mean to me.You make me smile,We'll always be, how can'... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Learning: 2 of 38

Things that I have learnedDon't drink Coke after eating two bags of popcornDon't sneak candy out of the box you'll get caught somedayDon't tell scary stories to eight-year-oldsDon't ask your mom what something is if, when you asked the boys, they just cackledDon't read books out of your age group there's a good reason why the... More..