It was an out from the mundane routine.

i guess this could be considered work, because writing is what i do, sort of...

A woman takes a break to reflect upon her choice of work.

I often find myself wondering / What is Art worth? / Is it worth the untold hours / I spend on dark and lonely nights / Toiling and scratching and / Molding in abandon / Laboring to give birth?

A found poem from Rolling Stone about myself as a writer. T for language

A short poem about writing and inspiration.

This is a collection of ballet poems. Hope you enjoy and review.

Written in frustration over said difficulty; an experiment in expanding my grasp of vocabulary and metre several years old. I don't consider it stellar, but its here for its own sake.

This is a poem I included in my Creative Writing folio for my first year at University. It details a lovely lady and her lovely line of work.

Ever been stricken with paranoia? Well? That is not this guy. This guy didn't have any real friends, only imaginary ones. So he made a grave mistake. I know this is short-its a poem...-but if people like this, which I doubt will happen, I will make a short story out of it, so I could extend the idea. Take note that this poem is based off the fear of a friend of mine, not me. N Joy

Politician-subject relationship and feelings

The initial idea was based on how there are very few jobs around because of the economic crisis, and it kind of evolved quite considerably from there... Try to read it in a British accent, it might help a little!

An Ode, to the antagonistic and crippling force known as 'Writers' Block'.

The woes of having an empty coffee mug at work. Caffeine, it's like getting high at work!

A nostalgic poem about a man revisiting the factory in which he worked for many years.

a sweatshop work speaks out

a desperate child working in a coal mine speaks out

One day my band and I performed in a town called Middlebury-where we struggled against horrid weather and weariness as we performed "Party Rock Anthem" by LMFAO for a whole twenty minutes. It's not as easy as it sounds.

The body is a canvas with which one can adorn it with every possible element to show the world and the person their true selves. It is a creative person's first field, first muse, the very desire of life stems from it.

Really Prose, but either way just some musings.

sexual harrassment

"When I Write" By Brittany L. Copyright; Dec. 5th 2012 5:14 PM ET owned by Brittany L. AKA Britt3899. Consult to know if you may use this in anything.

poem about working to live

i took cues from a casino worker

A day of an urban warehouse worker. 03.12.2012