You can call me Dough. My age and location aren't relevant.

I'm trying out this sight to try and improve my writing.

My imagination is always turned on, whether I want it to be or not. When I get even slightly bored, I'll glance around me and then something will spark my imagination. It'll become a story from there. Just recently (about half a year ago) I've decided to write some of these stories down so someone may read them and think about them, too, when they're bored.

I used to only write poetry (mostly rhyming poetry) in a little journal I carried around with me when I was little. I switched to writing fiction, and my poetry slowed down. I'll get impulses though, where bottled up feelings demand to come up. And that's when I'll turn back to poetry.

Guilt's Voice - Prose poem I wrote when (you can guess) I was drowning in my own guilt. Over what? I am on a swim team, and I kept missing practices because I couldn't handle the sudden exercise, and was literally throwing up after each. I wrote the poem to let my feelings out, and haven't missed a single practice since the day I wrote it.

Ambiguous Desires - Haha, this is ... kind of ... a poem about my own state in romantic affairs. It's about two guys I grew up with, and ... well, you can pretty much figure out the rest by reading it. Not my best work, but I posted in hopes of getting criticism ... or advice.

Who I'm Waiting For - Feeling the last poem was rather a reflection of denial to choose, I've skipped ahead in the narrator's time line to a point where she is chasing after the one she has chosen. She's finding that she might have taken her chosen's presence for granted, though. Criticism and advice always sought after.