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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Freedom: 2 of 283
He opens his eyesonce again to harsh sunlightanother day in these dreary surroundingshe dresses after the usualtasteless breakfastand a brief perusal of the paperthe news, as usual, is badhe heads out to his caravoiding a glance at hisunkempt lawnon the drive to workhe fantasizes the day's endback to bedhis work day is dull a... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Moving on: 7 of 300
A soft white dresslong and lacywrapped in plastica forgotten relicwashed ashorean only survivora discarded skinthe one she never worea satin sashbold and beautifultucked awayshameful secretspushed away, but always morethe dressher last anchorthe one she never woreonly shecan break this spellonly nowfar from timedisconnectedca... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dark poems: 52 of 1317
HateI am your missing sockI am the melted cheesestuck on the roof of your mouthI am the nail in your tireI am the rainafter you've washed your carI am the bus you missed todayI am that popular girlI am the cute guythat doesn't know you existI am your period on prom nightI am the hole in your favorite jeansI am your broken hea... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Strangers: 2 of 42
11:45 pm She stumbles down the alley way clutching her side. It's so dark. She's in pain and she can feel hot blood leaking from between her fingers where she covers the wound. She's terrified. She doesn't know how badly she's injured but there's no time to stop and look. He's still after her.11:00 pm "This is a strange plac... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Personal growth: 7 of 47
faster it goesI race to keep upstill time to movebefore they catch upa new feeling these daysa watered down spirithad I known it was deadlywould not have gone near itI'll keep fighting for mineand what's mine to givea dangerous heartwith no place to livea fierce will to actwhile my headis still deadbody carries it forwardto p... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Sunday afternoons: 2 of 11
I feel a thousand years oldsitting heresmoking the ages awaymy heart and my headfilled with regretfilled with promisesome days I can take on the worldsome days I don't want to open the doorand I think and I thinkand I try not to feeltried to kill themkill all those thoughts and feelingsbury them far awayand they came homethey... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Night: 66 of 321
After the SunThe day breathes its lastTrees whisper a soft yawnas the breeze takes themthe sounds of children fadeI feel a calm come over methe sun is finally goneand now time is minemy true mind takes shapequiet but for the soundsof birdssinging a song of sleepinessI am calmbut will I sleep?Or will another nighttake holdcarr... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Letting go: 43 of 204
I found you in a crowdpicked you outone from manywe found religionin a glasssent our deepestthoughts to heavenin a puff of smokewe hated the world togetheryou sank a little deeperI turned my headI stood on your shouldersso the world could seemy vanityI saved you while yousunk a little furtherwe were perfecta perfect fityou di... More..
Society & Lifestyle > Family Values Importance of support and encouragement: 7 of 28
I learned just how important the support I both give and receive from family and friends is in 2005. Hurricane Katrina came to my home town and I had to evacuate. I left with my immediate family. My friends scattered. For a while I wondered if I would see some of them again. My family and I depended so much on each other duri... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Regret: 82 of 300
Here is a girlShe gathers the bits and piecesShe pumps her heart full of bloodShe fills the hall with flowersShe scents the walls with sweetnessShe prepares her gownWarm and soft she waitsHere is a boyHe steps over the broken piecesHe walks the halltaking flowers for his ownHe soaks in the sweet smellHe crashes through the wa... More..