I AM. Master of Arts
Bio
I love all forms of art and hope to create a master piece in each one before I die. I'm an alumni of Ashford University, double BA in Psychology & Sociology & MA in Psychology. The art of thinking is the most appealing thing to me.
Stories (15/0)
Lost in Vocalization
Warning! If you are close to the one you love this poem may excite you to nymphomania. If you are taking any drugs that alter the senses, it is advised to wait three days as this poem is so hot it may cause severe hallucinations. And if you have a heart condition well you gone die anyway so look at this as dying on top of your fine ass woman during—well you figure it out!
By I AM. Master of Arts6 years ago in Poets
Hear Me Roar
Listen, you can say what you want about me just as long as you don’t get on this here poetry. Can you feel these words addictive like crack? Heroin to your veins, actually heroin to your brains? These words that fill my soul when all else fails, that move my blindness from Braille. I wield the mightiest sword known to man...the steel? No the pen or the pencil, like the edge of shut doors and window sills, like picture stills.
By I AM. Master of Arts6 years ago in Poets
When I Mess Things Up
Have you ever just sat pissed off trying to blame someone else for your fuck up? Even when you attempt to be honest with yourself you still find your anger trying to direct the blame elsewhere. When I mess things up, I typically accept my part and move on, but this screw up has me all twisted trying to save my emotional sanity. I want to blame someone else and to talk about how they put me in the position that I am in now, but I cannot. All I can do is accept the responsibility and move on. Deal with my screw up and try to do better.
By I AM. Master of Arts6 years ago in Motivation
Burning In Love & Single
Night after night I thought about her. The way that she would greet me. She would say so softly, "Hi handsome." Then she would give me a hug that I never wanted to end. I remember very vividly the last time we talked. We didn't argue she just had needs and I was unable to provide them. Now I sit here in front of my computer and I think about. I make up scenarios where she and I are together, and she is the mother of my children.
By I AM. Master of Arts6 years ago in Poets
Homeless in California
This not to place guilt on anyone. This is about dealing with all the hidden factors that provide a strong foundation for homelessness. This is about dispelling the lies that make it hard for homeless people to be helped. We all deserve to live decent lives. No person who loses their job and faces the challenges of life that lead them to homelessness should be accused of being lazy. Depressed, yes, hurt, lost, and even broken yes, but lazy, no. Try standing in a line waiting for food after walking all day. Imagine having to walk most of the places you need just for food and clean clothing for a job interview. Most of us can’t. Then imagine doing it with your family following you. Imagine the single mother who lost her husband to crime, who has to take care of her child and work. Imagine the man or woman from the military who fought for our country and is dealing with PTSD or crippled in combat and cannot work.
By I AM. Master of Arts6 years ago in The Swamp
How I Got Over...
We never can understand the effects we have on people. Just being kind or rude can change a person's life at least for the moment. In the world we live in we are very judgemental. Cultural bullies who will crush an individual just to reinforce social norms and belief of how people should be and what they should do. Worst of all is the negative force of the family.
By I AM. Master of Arts6 years ago in Psyche