Hi, my name is D.K. West. I m an nineteen year-old college student who enjoys writing, drawing, and video games. I didn't mean for this to sound like a post for E-Harmony, but I hope you enjoy this and all of my other written work.
+ more bio informationTime is man's enemy and a common thief. It robs people of life and believers of belief. It turns power lifters to nursing home patents and buildings to ash. Time turns faces carved by angels to wrinkled masses and the young and rambunctious become old and brash. Energy fades as backs cave to the ground. Ears that were once a... More..
It is over before it seems to end. Days were strangers and time moved with Olympic speed. There were days that blew at me like fall's gusts that forced me to walk head down and body tucked through halls. There were days were the sun fell short to capture the light of a smile. Awkwardness of frame was met with little support ... More..
We often talk about that distant day when we die. Tomorrow's coming ends today's sorrow. It is when dreams of the night paint our minds like clouds to a sky. We will clean up our lives tomorrow. It is a brighter day with only hope carried in. Whole and untouched my mortal decay, the innocence of tomorrow remains pure. Safely... More..
She is supposed to be slower than most, but she quickly knew how to get her way. Playful with eyes like the sun and twice the spirit I have she moves and dances without care, but for fun. Autistic, maybe, but altruistic, for sure. She does not lie and never hides her feelings from the world. I envy how honest with herself sh... More..
Hearts pound faster with labor like drums. Bodies become immersed in sweat and clothes cling to our bodies. Legs hit the ground running with the rage of a thousand horses. Arms pump steel up and down. Backs tighten and veins rise to the surface with reddened faces and strained limbs. Beaten and drained, we press forward. Arm... More..
Unspoken thoughts are the best kind. No need to arrange words, but only think to please my mind. Solitary thoughts master the presence of other people. I do wish that the mouth could truly say what a mind feel, but it is to feeble. The human mind thinks what the human desires. But if life let the mind do the choosing, I woul... More..
Poverty (also called penury) is deprivation of common necessities that determine the quality of life, including food, clothing, shelter and safe drinking water, and may also include the deprivation of opportunities to learn, to obtain better employment to escape poverty, and/or to enjoy the respect of fellow citizens.The off... More..
Mouths move but only produce the echo of air. Powerless to speak, they shudder and stare. Without opportunity or a means to digress, they go without having fulfilled desire and can not ever express the wide range of emotions pent up inside. Volcanic bursts fuel the voiceless with rage that will not subside. Bolts of light da... More..
Poems are thought and writing that transcends time. They are today's Mona Lisa and like rap to rhyme. Fabric of language, but the product of linguistics, poems make women swoon and men feel like gods in eye-brow raising statistics. A name, I wish could devote to this piece. Before poems, I thought only of life's tragedies, b... More..
The Catholic Church is not against tattoos or body piercings in general, but it does have a strict view of what is and is not acceptable for a Catholic to call "body art".The Catholic Church preaches that any act that damages ones body is sinful. Tattoos and piercings do not stop the breathing of their recipients. This is no... More..
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