I'm allergic to the all purpose pink soap.

You know the frustration I mention?

I am a corporate hand wrench, used to loosen the grips on wallets and purse strings. I serve the fat slobs, the skinny snobs, and equally I rob them of their good sense and their better cents.

This has to do with the differences between men who work out in gyms and are healthy, to those that don't do that at all. It's just a short poem. copyright Arielle Screenplay Productions LLC.

A low cut shirt is not a 'yes, please grope me'.

I don't need you for anything.

This is a Thank You to everyone who has supported me while I was writing. It's also a message to encourage people and myself to keep going with whatever you love to do, no matter what. R&R, thanks!

about a woman who lives in a men.hospital and wants 2 be free

I'm not quite sure what it's about myself. Ideas buzzing around in my head?

An observation.

Working till we drop.

A simple poem I was able to churn out in a couple of minutes of very deep thought. And many cookies.

Cute poem about a boss named Bob.

twas a nice day out side of work

My little poem written when I was in camp. The conscript's lament.

Written for an english class

Who haggles over twenty cents?

Inspired by the novel My Sister's Keeper by Jodi Picoult. A firefighter who is trying his hardest to dissipate the problems in his home but at the same time is engrossed in his work to save the lives of others.

Sad. Title says it all!

An artist lives in his work, and dies by it

The endless toil of the day to day

This is dedicated to the youtube videos i create on there. Ranting

A woman with a desire to create, and to be remembered, finds herself in conflict with her biology and feminity.

2007 Poem. Wrote this one when my end-of-the-year-exams approached, and I was so tired and confused...

I need it.