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My sign is like is... Cool and confident, smart and strong. Always in the solitude mode, so fear not because we don't cause any harm. Never intimidated because we still rise despite the drama we face. Can't enough of us because no one can ever take our place. Easy going, true, but watch it; we will snap back! Ready to act a fool if we feel like we're under attack. Intelligent in every level because we believe in excellence. Arrogant at times, because in our eyes; failure is irrelevant. Never b… Continue

I am a writer who scream out echoes of mental scars. My ink bleeds so much poison on the paper; I am surprised he hasn't stabbed me in the heart. I am a writer who has a mentality of an adult but a heart of a youngsta. So when drama comes my way, I don't trip cuz I know it only makes me tougher. I am a writer that leaves traces of literary genres into your olfactory bulbs. I'll take u back to memory lane. I am a writer whose feet echoes out cockiness. But hey, don't mind me; that's just me en… Continue

What's up, everyone? This is Dana. I'm here 2 let u all know that u all are looking at a new writer for Big Time Publishing Newspaper!!!! I have my own poetry column called "The Long Road Cafe" by Dana. If you any of you are interested in getting your poem published on the site and being interviewed, as well, then look no further because Ms. Dana is here to help you get your name and words out there for the world to know who are and what you are about. So, dig this! Before you send me a copy of… Continue

Gratitude By Dana Rettig When the world had sliced my soul, you healed my scars. When people said that I was bleak, you told me to keep reaching for the stars. When my mother and I had a disparity, you understood my pain. When I cried because my man left me, you gave me a Kleenex to wipe away the tear stains. When I thought I was not going to pass my classes, you told me to keep striving. When I wanted to put my pen down, you told me to keep writing. When I wanted to die, you told me to br… Continue

Excerpt of "Steam" by D. R. (PLEASE COMMENT ASAP!!!) "Steam" The men's restroom reeked with weed smoke that filled the room with heat and nausea. Instead, he kept his cool and walked inside the restroom so he could clear his head from the loud music that was going on outside. When the disc jockey had spinned Stardust's song, "Music Sounds Better with You", a short, bald, thin-moustache, polyester suit wearing dude had became a little too excited and said in a feminine tone, "Ooh, yes honey! Th… Continue