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My native medium is poetry. I love how it distills emotions in a few short lines yet leaves room for thought. It is both freedom and closeness. It invites through rhythm and revelation but somehow remains essentially private.

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Without you: 19 of 221

Love and ashes (c) In love and ashes I reside, what exile This place with no walls this wide and wandering freedom this unbound shore. I walk a roll of road unending Today in heat and dust, and Tomorrow? Perhaps the winter city Shod in grey, perhaps the silent songs I've yet to play I live an odd shade of forget, yet speak n...
Relationships & Family > Cheating Spouses & Affairs Are virtual relationships taking precedence over real life relationships?: 4 of 30

Are virtual relationships taking precedence over real life relationships? Ah, the seductive siren call of that ever-glowing screen beckoning with syrupy promises of love, acceptance, and the ever fantastic opportunity to present yourself as whatever you want to be. All of a sudden, you can say you have hair where you have no...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Secrets: 24 of 161

in the dark here in the dark there is the voice of your heart, that speaks with no words i have heard it feels succulent. plump with water, a flower. It speaks in showers. here in the dark a car zooms outside zipping thousands of miles into none, the rules that house our lives, all the how to's and whys melt deeply, sticky, ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Home: 29 of 189

Home are you ready to go home? You ask. I felt the question rather than heard it, I do not understand. Home was your hand reaching back for mine, home was me succumbing to sleep in those hours till you crept in with your kisses cold from the air and finally your body sighed next to mine, home. Home was a ground solid with tr...
Creative Writing > Humor Why it's good to laugh: 4 of 24

For this, I shall resort to the trite. Laughter IS the Best Medicine. Readers Digest said it, and now a good number of studies are proving this homey little truth an absolute gem. Laughing gets you into the habit of releasing in mind, body and spirit. It is simply impossible to pursue an argument or look fierce while chortli...
Relationships & Family > Marriage & Divorce (Other) Why marriage is not for everyone: 6 of 33

Marriage: "an interpersonal relationship with governmental, social, or religious recognition, usually intimate and sexual, and often created as a contract." From Wikipedia. Interestingly enough, Wikipedia also provides a boxed listing of "Close Relationships" on the same page. Alphabetically, the word "Adultery" appears firs...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Valentine's Day: 26 of 118

Bear Valentine There it was sitting pinkly as a princess on my pillow, flat recycled paper, scribbled on, an obnoxious piece of art, oh my heart, my first valentine, thanks to the nephews. On a break from the PS2, sussed out my presence in their lives, not just as creator of calzones and pies, or to be beat and sent to bubbl...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Leave me alone: 10 of 44

Leave Me Alone In this room on the phone across countries over oceans under sheets, I hear your feet tap, tapping away getting farther each day as you leave me alone, with love half measured, messages late, forgotten dates, with I'm not sure and I don't know, with maybe, perhaps, or oh you'd believe me sweetheart if only you...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Losing love: 64 of 269

Love and ashes (to c) In love and ashes I reside, what exile This place with no walls this wide and wandering freedom this unbound shore. I walk a roll of road unending Today in heat and dust, and Tomorrow? Perhaps the winter city Shod in grey, perhaps the silent songs I've yet to play I live an odd shade of forget, yet spea...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Looking for hope: 11 of 37

Hope? I am only thinking I must leave you before you leave me before the great wide swath of your goodbye slices through to bleed me I am sick of my self-pity and the traps the past has left me the ones you know nothing of with your smooth broad brow unmarred by time or care or pain you kissed me So thoroughly the last time ...