: About Me

I am a young, hugely-aspiring writer. I have published three books, and I have been writing for 5 years semi-professionally. I appreciate feedback, good OR bad... people will never learn, without feedback. There's much learning to be done here.

I hope to grow into a renowned, sophisticated human being... and maybe, later on be known as a master of most forms of art (playwright, novelist, poet, musician/composer, photographer, etc.). I admire historical figures in regards to art in all forms, but mostly I admire those that surround me, like my Music Production teacher. In total I have written over 250 pieces, most of which consist of poetry, but also include a couple short stories, songs, a few novellas in the making, and, my newest challenge: musical arrangements. I have also been writing a novel for 3 years now, and I hope to complete it soon as well.

I am artistically skilled as a poet and as a novelist. I am learning more day to day about composing music. I have written three amateurish arrangements, which total in length about a minute and a half each. It's just for strings/flute. Have to work on that.

As disclosed in my poem titled "The Wish" (under "Poetry: Advancement"), I have very big aspirations and I have faith in myself that I can succeed. You should too. :)

My passion is ...

All forms of art

My parents always told me ...

"Education is the most important thing."

Why I write ...

To vent; blow off my creativity.

My best moment ...

My promotion to C/Sergeant...

My inspiration ...

My thoughts and emotions; surroundings.

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Near death

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Back Pocket If you touch my lips you'll find that they're cold Like ice so chilling, it can chill the soul They are the lips that speak dark words you would wish away, But dark words of truth. If you can feel my breath you'll find that it's stale It's air that's been breathed too much I've been in this place too long So long now, even nature forgets that I am here If you can see my eyes, you'll find that they're grey In this dim light they lack life But behind them is a heart that still beats Struggling for sympathy, begging for mercy My back against this wall, cold and black I sink into u...

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