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Curtis Gardner

330 E Olney ave
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, United States

Email: dreamer9701@aol.com

Born on July 31st 1969. Raised by my loving grandmother. Spent several years in the military and now currently seeking to follow the only thing in life that I enjoy doing......writing. Whether it be Poetry,(my favorite) or novels. Currently about to finish my first book, and seeking publishing.

Chapter one
Birth-Pain



"Running Away"

When will my heart succumb?
Already it has grown numb.
How much pain can it take?
How much joy can it fake?
Why can’t I overcome this fear?
And end all of the tears.
I think that’s what I need.
The only way my heart can be freed.
The only way the chains will break.
My life I must take.
I’ve known this all along.
Alas for hope, my life, I prolonged.
Running from what I knew to be true.
Hiding from what I knew I must do.
Looking for something that doesn’t exist.
Trying to find a reason to not slash my wrist.
Finding failure each time I try.
Finding it harder and harder to cry.
Looking forward to a chance to die.
My will to hope is all but gone.
I must gather the courage to right the wrong....

BD



It was raining outside, how appropriate. As Craig sat there on the edge of the tub, gun in hand, staring out at the rain. He had come to a decision. He would end this 32-year mistake once and for all.
"Well, Reality.....I guess you win." he whispered to himself, staring down at the cold metal he held in his hand. "I wonder if anyone will miss me?" he quietly asked himself. Cocking the hammer back, Craig brought the barrel of the gun to rest underneath of his chin. Closing his eyes, he searched desperately for the courage to pull the trigger. The tears came then, falling freely from his closed eyes.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he shouted in anger, sobbing like a little baby, and dropping the gun to the floor.
"I can’t even do this right!" he exclaimed to himself, slumping down to the floor. Taking a deep breath, he wiped the tears away.
"Come on Craig, pull yourself together. Just do it." he whispered, rocking back and forth on the floor. He buried his face in his open hands, looking at the gun through his slender fingers.
"God, help me please...." he begged, running his fingers onto his head. Then Craig thought of all the sin, all the misdeeds, and all the lies that were his life.
"Why would he?" he quietly asked himself. Then he felt a calmness come over him. Closing his eyes, he reached down and picked up the gun. He had found the courage he was in search of. Craig had found the courage to end the mistake.......
Chapter one
Birth-Pain



"Running Away"

When will my heart succumb?
Already it has grown numb.
How much pain can it take?
How much joy can it fake?
Why can’t I overcome this fear?
And end all of the tears.
I think that’s what I need.
The only way my heart can be freed.
The only way the chains will break.
My life I must take.
I’ve known this all along.
Alas for hope, my life, I prolonged.
Running from what I knew to be true.
Hiding from what I knew I must do.
Looking for something that doesn’t exist.
Trying to find a reason to not slash my wrist.
Finding failure each time I try.
Finding it harder and harder to cry.
Looking forward to a chance to die.
My will to hope is all but gone.
I must gather the courage to right the wrong....

BD



It was raining outside, how appropriate. As Craig sat there on the edge of the tub, gun in hand, staring out at the rain. He had come to a decision. He would end this 32-year mistake once and for all.
"Well, Reality.....I guess you win." he whispered to himself, staring down at the cold metal he held in his hand. "I wonder if anyone will miss me?" he quietly asked himself. Cocking the hammer back, Craig brought the barrel of the gun to rest underneath of his chin. Closing his eyes, he searched desperately for the courage to pull the trigger. The tears came then, falling freely from his closed eyes.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he shouted in anger, sobbing like a little baby, and dropping the gun to the floor.
"I can’t even do this right!" he exclaimed to himself, slumping down to the floor. Taking a deep breath, he wiped the tears away.
"Come on Craig, pull yourself together. Just do it." he whispered, rocking back and forth on the floor. He buried his face in his open hands, looking at the gun through his slender fingers.
"God, help me please...." he begged, running his fingers onto his head. Then Craig thought of all the sin, all the misdeeds, and all the lies that were his life.
"Why would he?" he quietly asked himself. Then he felt a calmness come over him. Closing his eyes, he reached down and picked up the gun. He had found the courage he was in search of. Craig had found the courage to end the mistake.......

Follow Craig on his journey as he travels the world in search of love and happiness. Experiencing tragedy and heartache as he seeks to replace the love he lost when his grandmother passed. Sex, love, humor and action leads Craig back to the beginning and the end in a climactic conclusion.

Interests: Poetry, Football, and writing stories.

Published writer: No

Freelance: No

 

Published works:

Poetry

  • Memories of Tomorrow