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I'm a small town girl from the foot of the Colorado Rockies, just trying to find my place within the world. I love fishing, camping, hunting, football, baseball, and shooting pool in front of an open fire. Above all else, though, I truly enjoy writing; the

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Trust me: 1 of 14

Once a sturdy hand outstretched To clutch in times of need Seems lost within the hazy mist A churning sea of greed So difficult climb ashore &nb...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Heartache: 12 of 161

Aces and eights, baby; all that I own With this dead man's hand I stumble alone Face down in the water before I began Each new day bringing one more last stand Nothing to lose; drawing closer to death Gaze deep in your eyes with each strained final breath You will see within mine a soul finally revealed Each emotion; each se...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Broken heart: 22 of 235

Within the deafening silence Defenseless as light's hope slips away Beyond a dim horizon; good succumbs to evil Threatening darkness creeping in A heart still whole could battle such Not one though; such that I own A simple shell to house all that is tattered Utterly defeated Upon the floor; grasping the earth Gasping for br...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nature's way: 32 of 135

All though the sun shines through the day I can hear the winter's call And within the muggy August heat I can feel the early fall The chill that creeps across the skin That freezes right to the bone The fine hair stands upon your neck As gaze into eyes of stone The reflection there is cold and pale As the love light turns aw...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Loneliness: 29 of 121

Side by side with the harvest moon I would trudge; my only companion the still and cool night. My footsteps had memorized each inch of the back five acreage; my soul was ready to burst. Finally; exhausted and parched, I reached the sacred ground where there was nobody to witness the horrifying display. Dropping to my knees, ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: A love like ours: 5 of 16

Of rebels and rock stars my eyes do behold Scorching my memories; searing my soul Within this blind prison my fate will be sealed Beyond this horizon my scars become healed Through this love harm is healed from the harsh yesterday The rains come which shall wash my fresh wounds away From those hearts never tamed; laws remain...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: In the wilderness: 1 of 3

Able was I to gaze with awe Upon this; the Lord's most magnificent works ...as the clouds would cling with terror to the highest mountain peaks; such an embrace as a shuddering babe in the comforting arms of mother or father...as the greenest of pine stuck sporadically as needles among the most treacherous of slope....as the...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Anger over the loss of a loved one: 4 of 11

Once upon a yesterday I walked this road with you Hand in hand we strolled along Knowing only that which was true In another time; another place; bonds of love grew strong In a world that felt no need to judge To that which we both belonged? Today I awoke-groggy and drained To the sight of a dismal rain Left only with a fadi...
Sports & Recreation > Camping Why camping is superior to other forms of outdoor recreation: 1 of 1

The warm glow of a roaring fire; stars shining bright above the trees; the subtle sounds of nature creeping in from the night: this is the perfect vacation for anyone. In our technologically advanced and fast-paced world, many people have forgotten the most simple and superior form of outdoor recreation; camping. Although le...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Broken love: 146 of 269

Within the graying walls of solitude Loneliness dripping from crumbling rafters Hope lurking beyond locked doors Imprisoning fears of the world beyond Love becoming; not quite whole Seams ripping; gnawing the tender soul Awaiting darkness; sweet sleep denied Grasping for sanity; wishing for days past How to end the torture? ...