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About me - David O'Brien

Age 42

Born 5/26/1967

My passion to write has been heightened in recent years. I try to put a pen in my hand as often as the creative juices begin to flow. When ripe, the moisture absorbs quickly on the canvas being used. To share my work with other writers,

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Difficult people: 20 of 135

I wake in the morning... and once again the feeling entraps those around This creature of habit, now more predictable than ever Knowledge which comes from education and work, now unable to blend To act so inappropriately, would never be tolerated Street sense a must, aside from the money we make An oblivious image in time, w...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Bowling: 1 of 6

Point me to the lane, the one which I am due The only thing certain, is just one ball not two Smokin and jokin, in between each shot But when the ball rolls, my blood pressures hot Putting strings together, this score starts to grow The less the mind thinks, the more the heart shows You and the lane, and the one which you de...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Expressions of love: 46 of 196

Has anyone seen, the one that I adore Plush is her presence, groomed beyond more A pleasure to see, the very smile on her face Written in time, we all remember such grace Please point me the way, to this memory I know Once arrival is met, then this feeling will flow As my joyous tear, moistens the paper that I write Replacin...
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Kindergarten: 8 of 30

So today's the day, to breakaway from the comfort of a gentle touch. It is only when we stray from the routine, is when our stubborn will, can be challenged. Observation becomes the need, to see the way your school mates so easily adapt gracefully, compared to that which stirs the inner self transparently. Each day messages ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Eyes: 46 of 170

This center Iris, covered rich in blue Is the one we stare, complete and true Together in focus, with each sight of choice Blindly unfair, we can replace with just a voice Dressed by our lashes, range from thick to thin Covered in sunlight, protecting sensitive skin From front to back, we can scan each need Side to side, tre...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Being content: 12 of 39

Radical was once driven as a source or need Shedding this everlasting realism now weighs in A restraint harnessed tightly to those unaware The very ones unable to see this plague like action Weaning away from much we tragically strive for Only now apparent hope show a glimmer of light Amazing strength to cut through such hea...
Computers & Technology > Computers & Technology (Other) Do computers occupy too much of our time?: 1 of 3

AsI write this article, the answer to this question is certainly clear. I do spent a great deal of time both productively, and ineffectively, I must admit. Many good things can be achieved from this computer in front of which I sit perched. We can publish our work quickly, with built-in guidance. Just a few decades back, the...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: I'll finally tell you a story: 3 of 8

Listen closely, these words are rare Been many years, so now I'll share The words of wisdom, which come with age Not old enough, to share this stage Several faces, will come and pass The ones remembered, the greenest grass Surround yourself, with productive grade Poor the choice, this quality will fade Live each day, for wha...
Business > Entrepreneurship Ten things to consider before starting your business: 5 of 12

When making the change in life, of working for yourself, many things need to happen before holding the keys to each door. Most projections fail to itemize the unseen, and fall short of their expected needs. We all have natural instincts to better utilize the space we see fit to inhabit. The first thing we all should do is fa...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Romantic pain: 86 of 203

"Romantic Pain" Across the water, beyond this sea A distant land, entraps a part of me A place once traveled, such beauty fulfilled Only one thing better, her name was Camille A barrier of language, so little it meant Cobble stone we traveled, by foot it was sent A twinkle in her eye, made my heart skip a beat Holding hands ...