: About Me

Young and consistently inspired by the world around me. I found words as an outlet at a young age, and ever since I've been perfecting my craft. I was a creative writing major in college, and though I had to leave school early, I learned many valuable skills that I continue to exercise in my writing.

To me, the world is most beautifully expressed through words. Like an artist, I paint pictures, but instead of showing you what you have to see, my work is free to interpretation through the mind.

Poetry is my expertise as well as my favorite form of writing to read. Mainly, I write free form. I like the freedom and stretching the conventions of literature that poetry allows for. However, once in a while, I do partake in some essay writing as well as fiction and non fiction prose.

As for me aside from my writing, I'm just a young man finding his way through the world. I think, I feel, and I love without second-guessing myself. I let emotion run freely through me and I surround myself with those who do the same. I am compassionate, caring, thoughtful, and intellectual. I fear little, and take on the world with the bravest smile I can. I love my life, the decisions I've made, and every human being I've encountered, which have all led me to where I am now. I have no complaints and am continuously grateful for my life.

My passion is ...

expression through creative media

I know too much about ...

tattoos

My parents always told me ...

that I'd be a smoker

My childhood ambition ...

to be famous

My favorite memory ...

anything that involves my mother

Why I write ...

to change or help at least one person in my lifetime

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

I am constantly listening to music

My first job ...

was at a Burger King fast food restaurant

My best moment ...

recognition for my writing achievements in my senior year of high school, as well as getting a scholarship to a private school based solely on a writing piece I submitted.

My inspiration ...

ranges from trees, to tv's and telephones, people, pain, and different places. A little bit of anything, and a lot of everything.

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Weather

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My hands have been so much colder than this before Fingers numbed by more frigid air Colder winds have blown across my skin Through the cracks and crevices, the details and divots A shiver that moves past the bones Thickens blood and freezes nerves, colder Blistering breezes, pelting, iced rain Traveled about my face and forehead Felt from temple to toe The coldest is colder yet And the best of the frozen has yet to come To arrive, be seen, known and felt The most frigid has yet to come To meet the warmth of flesh And to freeze, be frozen In place, time, and movement To be still, and still...

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