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Claire Anne Rementilla is a happy and easy-going seventeen-year old. She loves traveling more than anything else. Claire is very hopeful and optimistic, while still realistic. She is very family oriented, and loves her gigantic Filipino family parties. She

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Struggle in life: 77 of 828

"The Birth of Memento Mori" [There will always be someone telling you how to live your life.] From the moment I could move my little legs, I would play, have fun, get hurt and run faster than life ever could catch and slow me down. This five-year old, chastised, A slap on the wrist was all it was, But everyday it would echo ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: A fallen world: 27 of 162

Awake until the End (It's pitch black out and the part of the world that only matters to you is illuminated by the infamous moon; everybody seems so tired. Yet when the world awakens to the dancing streaks of Sun's graceful hands, yawns fill the dreamy yellow atmosphere. They still are tired.) Tired like the pupils of artist...
Travel > Kansas Destinations Warm and inexpensive vacation spots in the US: 3 of 11

Looking for a warm, cozy vacation spot with excitement, water, golden sands and an amazing board walk? Take a moment to bask in the Virginia Beach sun! Getting there is half the fun. You will encounter a series of bridges and tunnels when you approach, and the sight of the crisp blue ocean perfectly in touch with the bright ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Running away: 31 of 112

The Abduction of one's Self 'I'm ready,' You told yourself. Quickly, you step out into the crisp twilight. The door bids you farewell. Fingers wrap around what's left of your former life. (Is leaving this easy?) The pale moon illuminates what cannot be seen. N o s t a l g i a A city with no people, Orange, red, green Slow do...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Describe yourself: 89 of 269

What Claire is Hi, I'm Claire. I'm not the most beautiful girl out there, nor the smartest, nor the loneliest. She's just- a happy, hopeful kind of girl. Who believes in most everything, (until it is disproved.) To me, Love exists. Worlds exist. Beauty and life still lingers through the most painful times, where barren lands...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Time stood still: 15 of 37

Looking Over the Edge She looked over the edge, (just enough to view her imminent death,) & managed to take a seat. A miasma of thoughts, of hopes of dreams suddenly mottled her mind (to the point of no return.) On the spur of the moment, everythi n g s t o p p e d . And the girl felt her life (or what was left of it) slowly...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Resignation: 41 of 73

She looked over the edge, (just enough to view her imminent death,) & managed to take a seat. A miasma of thoughts, of hopes of dreams suddenly mottled her mind (to the point of no return.) On the spur of the moment, everythi n g s t o p p e d . And the girl felt her life (or what was left of it) slowly release its grasp. Sh...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Good-bye: 114 of 178

She often told me that she was free once, laying in her deathbed she said it more times than i could count on my fingers the same fingers that wasted paint on buildings that grew arms of ivy and legs of brick. There hung an angel attached to wires. It smelled of ashes. She often told me that there was a fire once, laying in ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Perseverance: 22 of 31

An Epiphany in Darkness It is said that the rain did not come And the trees remained naked. roots and petals lie lifeless. Emotions were rendered barren Among the blackened sky. (His body is asleep on the grass, she sits beside him, cold. her mouth is dry, her words crumble and are taken by the wind. their dreams lay clutter...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Glimmers of hope: 82 of 102

The Birth of the Memento Mori [There will always be someone telling you how to live your life.] From the moment I could move my little legs, I would play, have fun, get hurt and run faster than life ever could catch and slow me down. This five-year old, chastised, A slap on the wrist was all it was, But everyday it would ech...