writing.

My passion is ...

The Lord Jesus Christ

My childhood ambition ...

First to be a veterinarian, then to be a grungy druggy cool cat, then to be a writer.

My favorite memory ...

When I met my one true love. Or when I accepted the Lord as my personal savior. Or that one time that my mom rescued me with a hug. There are a few I cannot choose between.

Why I write ...

I started writing to get away from my life. I remember that when my gramma died I started writing all the time. In class, during break, after school, before I went to sleep. I was sad and I had no one to talk to. Writing has been my confidant and support over the years. I had rough childhood that doesn't look like a childhood when I look back. Writing kept me sane because I knew that I could organize my thoughts on paper and not feel crazy. Now writing brings me joy and stress relief.

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

My fiance's bird is walking around and rustling a bit next to me on his turntable.

My first job ...

was a sales job at a children's boutique. I was their best folder - whatever that means.

My best moment ...

I'm my best when I am close to God, with children or with my love.

My inspiration ...

my brother inspires me to write lately. He just started writing again. I've always looked up to him. People in general inspire me but as of recently, he inspires my writing the most.

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Struggle in life

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break the egg like bread and watch us beg
spill the gold across the floor like blood that isn't red
pride restricts our limbs so we can't do what we desire
while in our minds we fantasize
we would lick it up if not for all this pride

hunger dulls itself in time and reappears in waves
it leaves you long enough so you can finish up the day
but keeps you up at night
like mosquitoes that whine
the stomach complains, worsening in time

my temper has grown tired
the vanity dried up
stress is like my gasoline
one more day to hope for change
a quarter in the cup

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