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I'm a 28 year old security officer at a top trauma center in New Jersey. I'm also an enlgish major trying to find the time and money to finish College, a story I'm sure many of you might be familiar with. I love to read and write and I'm hoping the experiences

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Struggle in life: 3 of 425
The Pretenders Powers of persuasion pilfer my thoughts Disengaged from this world of material matters Enraged at the nothings I have bought With my blood sweat and tears, life in tatters We pretend and try to make it go away We pretend and say we're happy when we're not We pretend to go about our every day As if we're happy ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love unrequited: 3 of 399
Unrequited Why is it I can never tell you how I feel? Never have you realize my feelings are real I've loved you for so long Why does it feel so wrong? You're everything I want but can never acquire Every time I see you I stop to admire Your eyes and your smile Losing myself in them for a while You are so sweet and kind I ca... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Abstract poems: 14 of 576
Reason Every thing you thought was real becomes a dream Each one more complicated and barely what it seems Your life is in shambles and you don't know why You've just about given up and are ready to die This smile cuts across reality and lights up your face She walks over from another world with unparalleled grace She says h... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Writing: 38 of 505
Poetic Prowess Fine times fly by fierce rhymes entwined in this mind Talented tatters of textured tourniquets falling from old wounds Playing parallel pictures off mirrored images of self Managing to manipulate months and moons across memory Time flows the fine flawless flow of timelessness adrift Painted words vex verily th... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Time: 58 of 759
Time Death's mistress counts away the seconds In its infinity all else is measured Waiting for no one yet forever waiting Ticking reality into and out of existence Fickle understanding posing little resistance An idea measured in thought Only there if you think it Hours, days, months, years A countdown to the end of everythi... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Falling in love: 69 of 614
My Perfect Place I set out looking for a certain place Something I knew I couldn't replace A place to be alone with my thoughts and dreams A place that was quiet, mystical, and serene I did not know what it would look like I knew it'd be a place to spend my life A place to take all my sorrow and regret A place I knew would f... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Society: 36 of 282
The Watchers Forging forward through fetid memories Seeing senseless acts through ceaseless centuries Humanity hungers for heroism and is denied Society seeks this schism it cannot find This rancid rift infecting reality rapidly Finding fault in every faculty We watch and weep and wait and wonder All the while the world is s... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nighttime blues: 29 of 159
Depression A full moon stares out over placid waters Illuminating the murky liquid in its evanescent glow A warm sea breeze awakens this wilting soul, Who stands to take notice in his withering world. Storm clouds calmly enshroud his view And beauty once again begins to fade from his life The moon's luminescence steadily swa... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Loneliness: 106 of 579
Loneliness With that bright warm sun almost out of sight It's fading light releases its long hold Bringing forth the murky cover of night With an unrelenting and bitter cold I listen to the darkness, then I rise I feel a rush as a cool wind moves me Reluctantly I open these tired eyes To review this world, dark, silent, and ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Feeling lost: 176 of 720
Lost Life listlessly leaping to its last lines, I linger in lament aloof and alone. This dirge if deeds devoid of direction, Deluded with doubts and disillusions define me. Many a moon spent masked melancholy Much to the mourning of mutual minds Silently segregating serious suitors Searching to secure my sincerity and soul F... More..