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I am 47 years old and love to write. Poetry is what I'm best at and have had several poems published. I live in Minneapolis and have lived here my whole life.

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Untimely death: 1 of 27

Desert Bloom I've worn her vagabond missionary robes all frayed and ragged that gave definitive shape to her being captured through the gusty wind she walked against every time it caught her... a gypsy moth with butterfly wings in a desperate search for heavens gate with a constant full moon disposition that gleamed from fix...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Unusual people: 2 of 14

Testament You are the coldest person I've ever known and the most unaffected. Have there been horrendous events that happened previous to when I knew you causing your heartstrings to turn into icicles only melting too late and remaining frostbitten from that time forward? In pondering over the reasons for the things you did ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Emotional wounds: 41 of 194

Ashes I don't remember Looks of longing burning holes Into an already fractured heart The smell of dead flesh smoldering causes No reaction in those steely blue eyes staring Wayward through the holes in me Even when I turn my head just can't help Seeing her as she captures me I don't remember Tender moments that were branded...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Suicide: 40 of 134

A Premonition I don't like to remember him. I don't even like to think about him. But in spite of that he'd eventually become a malignant tumor in my brain. There was a time in my life that I thought I knew too many things. And these things that I knew had all just happened. It never occurred to me to ask any questions. I ju...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Precious children: 14 of 35

Misty for she that laughs takes a patch of gray sky from my rain colored halo of low hanging clouded hue and makes it turn chameleon into a rainbow for she that flows her sun-lit pure water through murky rivers I travel without me pointing the way just gliding with the wind she always finds them for she that finds lost treas...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love unrequited: 149 of 372

Vengeance vengeance hides behind stitched shades of tenderness in those cobalt blue eyes methodically and repititiously murdering this chosen one making her the keeper of His soft and tender heart...as a cold and damp blanket falls on an icy heart that's barely beating fallen nun in Puritan clothing removes the truthful glea...
Relationships & Family > Crisis Support (Other) Mental coping mechanisms for obsessive thoughts: 4 of 8

I am forty seven years old and have been dealing with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder for the vast majority of my life. I can trace it back to when I was nine years old to the Summer of 1970 immediately after my uncle, aunt and their twelve year old son were killed in a car accident. I remember having horrific thoughts of the ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pain: 182 of 348

Forbidden for her this fevered full moon child and a pariah unshackled from shattered dreams once captured in a mirror cracked through its reflection of my world, and with each passing hour that is tapping the jugular for her a wicked spell she cast upon me that deafens every nerve of my common senses and murders this restle...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: You've touched my heart: 9 of 17

Reconciliation I grope for a vision becomes a malignant wet dream and keep groping with bare naked ambition only capable of vanishing into exhaled air Once I believed a significant photographic moment stillborn memory glimpsed God in Pagan eyes tree branches rapidly blossomed bore dead fruit Devil-ed pitchfork armor protecti...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My one and only love: 162 of 196

Harmony ocean painted eyes that capture me in their unwavering gaze and keep me completely still and in a profound moment (as she)measures my heart and finds its rhythm through the silence between every beat as this driftwood sould un-captured by tides is magnetically drawn to her tranquil shore through radiant eyes harborin...