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I joined Helium on March 1st, 2007 by accident. I started writing my very first article directly into the Helium submit box. This precious piece of literature took me two days to pen, but when I eventually hit the submit button, my article completely dissappeared....Oh

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Winter: 2 of 193
Darkness calls, to those that standchilling fingers, from winter's handPrying deep, day's short and steepbreath of blackness, slowly creepTree tops bare, the lonely starethe sky is crisp, ground is rareColdness enters in, withinsun, letting shadows thinCrows will crow, with berries sloeowls they hoot, amongst mistletoePaw pri... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Going crazy: 1 of 70
Going crazy is something I had not planned to doIt was something that happened without a clueOne minute I was happy, just thinking of youThen I lost everything, my sanity ungluedA place in my mind where I could goWas gone for ever with nothing to showNo memory of time, no high and no lowJust a picture of some one and a mind t... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Hitchhiking: 1 of 69
Far from home, not far from where I want to bethe sun is setting, I'm getting tired of the sceneryI just want to be picked up, anything, anywhere will doI want another place, another space, a change of viewI'm writing a book, I'm talking to the treeswatching the ants and looking at, familiesEveryone is pointing, shaking their... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Busy streets: 1 of 60
Busy streets and boulevardsno alley ways or backyardsTaxi cabs and pedestrianslaw enforcing equestriansDiesel fumes and smogBroken hubcaps and stray dogsNews paper pages in the gutterTin cans rolling in the clutterBehind the wheel, behind the glassWill you see us, who shall pass?Burning brakes and rubber tiresTelegraph poles ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The Earth: 3 of 168
Toes crushing, imprinting, leaving markI walk this earth, enlightened, dawn of darkWith each rotation, spin, time passes byreverse forward, then back, I question, whyGreen pastures, seas, of blue and goldmountain peaks, ravines, of ages, oldPackaged, spun, sold and bought, againthis great rock, takes on it's back, sustainDeep... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Taking the bus: 1 of 56
It was a usual dark morning in March. It had rained during the night and rain water sat on the road and grass. As I walked the half mile to the bus stop, I noticed that it had not rained in certain places.I have been taking this bus route for ten or eleven years now and I have seen the same stuff and the same people every day... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Home: 3 of 164
When I'm there I know myselfthere is no poverty or wealthIt is a place that glows insideI do not run to it nor hide All are welcome to come inthe love out weighs the sinIt has walls without doorsthere are no points or scores The sun shines through the rainrainbows cure the painPanes of glass unfold to partthis feeling in m... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Morning: 2 of 105
Dreaming, waking up, half asleepchecking tongue, teeth, eyes sunken deepYawning, stretching, again closing eyesrealization, processing, eyes open, surpriseLight, bright, streaming through blindanother day, another crack at this, mindBirds singing, traffic beeping, hornshuman race, waking, morning mournsToes wiggling, slipping... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Imagination: 2 of 101
Darkened cobwebbed dusty cornerspiders luring across their borderWoven web around my brainpulling me down delusion's drainFlickering candles, fingers temptingtantalizing silhouettes, some are pentingIn the mask of night, my mind will wanderimagination's tricks, they fool and plunderLaying here, upon this bedwindow tapping, in... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My heart: 3 of 149
Less than two feet, from my headanother foot, or so, to my bedLying down, I begin, to wonderlots of feelings, left, to ponderAs the blood pumps, to my brainthere's only one thought, that ingrainI think of things, in a different waywords in my head, let go, and playDancing around, inside, I hear my guthypothetical scissors, be... More..