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I'm called, "The Passionate Writer". I only write what I feel. I must be inspired or moved by someone or something before I began a project. I love life and enjoy every minute of it. My purpose is to make the unhappy, happy and to bring a smile to the face

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My pain: 16 of 158
"On both sides of the glass"When I was a child around the age of eight,I can remember visiting my dad beyond a massive gate.A place they call prison is where his home was to be,his sentence was somewhere around ninety-three;Years that is...I can remember he was my one true friend,and for those weekend visits to see him; then ... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Jesus: 6 of 42
When I came to this place, I was broken, I was hurtin, didn't know what to do, didn't have no place to go, I was homeless. So I got on my knees and I asked the Lord above, to save me, he said son, I know what your going through, I was homeless. They laughed at me, then they nailed me to a cross, I died for you, but I'm here t... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Thank you, Soldiers: 2 of 14

He waves goodbye and says dad please come home soon, a five your old boy thinks his dad (the soldier) is the one that hung the moon. The boy was told that his dad had to go off and fight for freedom, something he didn't understand, as the boy begins to cry and says my dad is my best friend. His mother holds him and says he wi... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The spirit of a child: 5 of 25

Here I am standing once again,up against a race I can't win.The days grow long and nights do to,constantly wondering if I'll make it through.People pass me on by,Many times I start to cry.So I'll just stand here and hold my sign,It says, "Please help me for I am blind"I wasn't always this way I once could see,but that seems l... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Eyes: 48 of 151
In her eyes stood the desire to be free,as I looked at the lady behind bars staring back at me.In his eyes stood a long distant shame,as I looked at the man who was homeless who didn't even know his name.In their eyes stood victory as they played the game so well,little league ball players and all the stories they tell.In his... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Imagination: 33 of 102
The imagination of a writer reveals many things,often times its just the chance to live a dream.To see the birth of a story unfold,then the work to be called, "The greatest story ever told",is wonderful to see;how this writers work becomes a part of history.Funny they'll sometimes say,"Oh how that writer made me laugh today"H... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Recovery: 13 of 34
I'm grateful to be standing in front of you,I'm grateful to see you standing there too.It's amazing how we survive,considering the hours we spent on getting high.Addiction took us from bad to worse,living life under a satanic curse.We lied, we stole, we cheated too;constant pain we put ourselves and others through.Oh the peop... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My son: 60 of 145
I Miss You More Than Words Can SayI miss you more than words can say,Son I think about you every second of every day.I may not have shown you how much you mean to me,I just hope you realise your always in my dreams.I don't know how I'd react if I were to see you tommorrow,but I know one thing for certain when you'd leave I'd ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Drug addiction: 139 of 303

Twenty-four years old or twenty-four young thats the age he was when he passed away,another addict losses his life in the most common way.His jokes, his laughter, his willing to go the extra mile,Roger was a friend of mine who would bring anyone a smile.He had a problem many never knew he had,only it was a problem that left m... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Baseball: 16 of 30
Our Love Of The GameThere was a boy and he was small,but that little boy loved to play ball.He began at the age of four,practice started every day for sure.He had one thing always on his mind,go outside cause' it was baseball time!In little league he played while everone shouted in the stands,"hit it again little man"He kept ... More..