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Originally from Australia, now living in the USA, my writing style tends to vary from day to day. One moment I can write a serious monologue about the perils of road rage and selfishness in today's society, the next moment I'm posting a not-at-all-serious

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Being overwhelmed: 1 of 135
"Life Overwhelming"You sit alone, hurt, in the playgroundBruised, bloodied, battered and beatenYour bus money has once again been stolenAnd of course your packed lunch has been eaten.In your soft eyes tears start to well upThose bullies make you feel really blueBut stop for a moment and ask yourself thisWhat would Captain Jam... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Difficult people: 1 of 124
"Difficult People Like Me"Isn't it so very easy to hateThat guy at McDonalds in the drive throughWho orders a custom burger and slows everyone downThat's the kind of guy that irks you.Well, that's me.Dear Lord above! That guy, two rows down!It's the middle of the movie, you jerk!He's chatting on his cell, unaware as can be!Yo... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Wild & free: 2 of 152
"Swansong"Almond eyes, cold and not amusedFlesh that blends into the backgroundSearching for signs of nature abusedAnd the marks of man that abound.Barely visible to the naked eyeDressed in leaf and bark and mossWith transparent wings, they really do flyAnd at night sing their keen songs of loss.The faeries or fairies, howeve... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Puddles: 2 of 122
"Forgotten Knowledge"Imperfect mirrors of an imperfect worldThe puddles right after the rain stormVibratory ripples from the passing carsAn oily sheen makes a rainbow form.Each gathering of water is a world all its ownInside which countless strange creatures breedWhen you gaze down at the puddle by your feetYou glimpse at the... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: A children's story for grown-ups: 2 of 38
AlwaysThe Story of Jack and JillJack awoke to the very slight scent of vinegar in the air. With his eyes still closed, he roused himself to full consciousness. On the edge of memory, he thought he could recall somethingno. It was gone.His sharp ears picked up the sound of someone moving about the room, and a clatter of what w... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Ancient cities: 7 of 96
"Unearthing Past and Present"We excavate the city streetsWe dig down deep and lowWe find scraps, fragments, teasing piecesOf what happened to us, long ago.We've unearthed the old roadways and pathsBuildings buried and rottenWe've learned of the world that once wasAnd those people that lived then, forgotten.Occasional treasure... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Humorous: 2 of 22
Gollum, from Middle Earth, singing "What About Me?" by Moving Pictures.Little Sssmeagol sssitting with his Preciousss by the watersss edgeBeen sssitting there ssso long, me didnt do no wrongJust watching my pretty Preciousss ssshine.But Sssmeagol tricksssied isAnd now in sssuch a tizz!I getsss to my feetsss and I saysssss"Wha... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: A shoulder to cry on: 16 of 134
"A Shoulder to Cry Upon"I fear I needed a shoulderTo cry on when I was sadTo sob hot tears intoWhen I was upset or mad.Your shoulder was invitingSo warm, so soft, idealBut selfishly attached to your bodySo I removed it, from you, with zeal.Yes, you screamed, you thrashed aboutBut some things just have to happenI needed your s... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Pets: 5 of 38
The Gift That Keeps On GivingWhen I was seven years old, we got a second dog. Not that there was anything detrimentally wrong with our first dog, a toy poodle named "Whiskey", but I think my father believed it would be a constructive distraction for the three of us boys to have a larger, younger dog to play with and devote so... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Starving for attention: 20 of 130
"Notice Me."Mom? Mom? Are you looking at me?I'm currently halfway up this oak treeIn a second I'll fall, and skin my left kneeWill it be then that you turn your gaze toward me?Dad! Dad! Look at me ride!You no longer have to run alongside!I have no training wheels, that old safety guideBut please, won't you look and experience... More..