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Open my eyes to my morning. It’s still dark and cold. I can see my breath. Slosh through fuel to get me going, throw on rub..

Loud and obnoxious on occasion. Funny and caring. Musically talented with a bass in hand. Joking around with all of us, you unknow..

Bright lights. Pounding head. Lights too bright to focus. Nausea. Acid churning in my stomach. Curl up in pain under my soft ..

Strong, disciplined , respective. Slightly older than average, but for a good reason. Self-control, reflexive courage. sitting..

I wrote this after having a fairly sophomore year involving copious amounts of alcohol.

You’re clung to my arm, unable to walk on your own. One foot in front of the other, turns inward, you trip. “I-I wanna&helli..

I wrote this while taking a capstone course involving Raymond Carver. His writing style seemed to have rubbed off a bit.

The musical noise that emanates from the casino floor, We rush through the upper level, looking down at the money Changing hands across the ..

Soft yet firm hands caress the smooth shaft. Gentle grip, but still sturdy. Fluid movements in perfect motion flow poetically,..