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Hello. I'm Cris. I'm 21. I like to write about the messed up things I'm thinking about the world today. My range is quite large because I don't try to write about certain topics, I just let it flow. So don't be surprised if I talk about "the sorrow of love

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Feeling lost: 170 of 652

Exhausted by these games I feel like a blubbering drone In one head it is one way but in words 'tis another Am I really angry or am I just tired? These hands of mine shake and tremble revealing everything and nothing at all. I am shut off like a forgotten box in the attic, it holds treasures but must be opened by the right p...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dark poems: 408 of 1148

How can it be so lonely, In a world full of people? How can there be no indivualism, in a world as diverse as ours? How can America have race wars, when we are all immigrants? How can there be so much ignorance, in the smartest nation in the world? Why does no one really listen, it's all fake nods and grins. When did the ide...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Anger: 249 of 360

All I did was try to save you, from the bottomless pit you were falling into. To keep you from the cold jail cell, and the harsh reality of the streets. I gave you my trust, my heart and my mind. I gave you the life you grew to cherish, until you could cherish it no longer, until you took it for granted, Until one day everyt...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Inspirational: 308 of 439

The Lizard King as some might say to me, a man way before his time. Beautiful and carefree, so concered with life, to appreciate death. Someone who believed in tranquility, sexuality and exploring limits. Hiding behind his music, was a leader. A leader of revolution, a leader of everything he did. People love to critize what...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Empowerment: 33 of 44

Her eyes flash like lightening, telling stories you will never hear. Her hands so small and yet so capable. Her skin so radiant and young, flesh collaborated by the gods. Her smile is not often but can turn anyones mood in an instant. Her voice like that of a mother, soothing her young. Her mind is always running, never stop...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Religion: 147 of 170

That white light is now blinding me. Burning into my soul-less eyes. I desire too feel something...anything. I need an angel... Where are my wings? Who will be here to help these people, When they realize its all fictitious? The one who is ALL MIGHTY Will come to save our sorrowful souls in the end... Thats what I hear day a...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Passion: 347 of 392

Last night I dreamt about my grandmother. She was so happy to see me. She kissed me and acted like everything was alright, like she always did. I saw it in her eyes that she was surprised to see me. She pulled me close and gave me a big hug. I cried. How can love lost hurt so much? How can it be that I see her years later in...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Challenges of love: 221 of 236

When I reach out for help there is none available like a phone without a cord... when theres no one to talk to and no one to help me I hold my feelings inside it hurts more to not be able to tell you all the things I think we could do all the places we could go all the things we could accomplish together If you could know ho...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Secrets: 157 of 161

Lets fall to the ground and bash our face in Lets kick at the dirt and stir it around Forget all the pain you've caused Think of all the dissapointments and lies you've been told Life isnt a problem You are the problem And you've messed up way more then you can fix Dont look for pity You dont deserve it You never did Shut up...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Desire: 330 of 335

Although your eyes are open to all, I have never seen them shine. And though your hands are silky soft, I have never felt them on my face. Your smile fills up all rooms you enter, but I have never recieved it. Your kiss fills up my daydreams, but I never get any satisfaction. Your everything I have ever wanted, and everythin...