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I'm opinionate, sometimes blunt, and I'm ok with that. I'm not above being brutally honest, and expressing to the full extent of what is going on in my head.
I love writing, and find it to be the most beautiful of expressions. I am influenced by the beat

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Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Finding love: 19 of 149

I've always been a night person. Maybe it's because the day doesn't have anything to offer to me. Not everyone can be satisfied with the warm rays of the sun singeing the outer layers of skin, and the sun has always had a draining effect on my mind and body. The night is when I live to the fullest, and I came to terms with t...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Self-awareness: 115 of 215

-3:00 A.M.- At 3:00 A.M. The world is at its closest to tranquility, sirens in the distance Empty streets, bars are closing down And the only immediate sounds are The insects singing their lonely songs Exhaling and inhaling deep, and The short burn at the end of the night's Last cigarette The dew sets in, moistening mother E...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Abstract poems: 432 of 517

-Lift- Appetite sunrise one cold winter Morn, frosty blooms blink to New light, basking in 6:45 a.m. Rays, tender petals swoon Against each other in brisk Windy wake ups, and the cats Yawn at the foot of warm linens. Glorious is the morning frost bite On yonder window, making oval Shaped transparencies for children Without c...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Losing love: 232 of 269

-Riddle- I was in love once, so I thought, A love so deep that I understood That it is the weight of this material World, but as my eyes grow dim To a past that was so easily Tossed to the curb to roam Freely amongst the empty Midnight streets, to scatter with The bums, when the street lamp Spotlight puts them center stage I...
Jobs & Careers > Nonprofit & Service Sector A new generation hits the mortuary field: 2 of 2

How much thought have you given to who cares for and prepares the dead? Who are those people in society with the black suits and the caring hearts? These are questions that I have asked myself in the past, and in the present have answers for. I have been attending a college of mortuary science for the past year studying to b...