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I am a mother of two young boys and enjoy writing as a past time. I feel as if I can free myself within my writing. My ultimate goal is to be read and to have the reader connect to my work.

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: That feeling: 1 of 40
Unexpected With the simple brush of your hand to mine This strange sensation envelops my world. Unsure of where it will lead me I succumb To something I never thought I could feel. In your arms I feel my soul quiver and my heart ache And I realize you are the last person I want to speak to before I fall asleep The only one I... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Drug addiction: 15 of 302
Robot There was a time I knew you, That time is gone away. All that's left is a robot, and I fear it's here to stay. You tell me that you love me, and you look me in the eye. You say it like you mean it, but I feel like it's a lie. You thought you'd try it once, and now it leads you by the hand. You say it takes you to a pla... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Spiritual: 80 of 655
Awakening Sometime during the dark, lonely night I felt you brush a tear from my cheek. Stirring me from a restless slumber, your gentle, consuming touch reminded me that it was okay to weep, that it was okay to feel lost. Dissatisfaction dissolved into harmony, as I felt your arms lifting me tenderly, on a silken cloud of t... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Addiction: 55 of 329
Wasted Your eyes are weary. Your heart is cold. You risk it all, for a shot at gold. Treasures you have wasted on a worthless game. You'll never get it back. You'll never be the same. You'll keep on going back until you've spent your last buck. You're praying for a break, and squandering your luck. What will you do? What wil... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dogs: 36 of 176
Whiskey You burst into my heart with your fuzzy grin and wagging tail never angry never judging always loving always nudging my hand for the next great pet. I was never lonely I was never truly sad you were always there for me you were always loyal my best friend, you were.... and I will never forget the precious memories yo... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Miscarriage: 11 of 48
Sweet Jasmine You came as if by miracle And blossomed within my womb Like the sweet Jasmine flower I felt you begin to bloom. My heart was consumed By a precious new love The kind that never falters And is blessed from up above. I never really knew What it was to truly need To crave and to feel you grow From a infinitesimal ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Hope: 110 of 265
The sky is bleeding at this late hour. Crimson strewed across the heavens as if all malevolence is evaporating into the night. Stars begin to twinkle like diamonds on the hand of a covetous maiden. She is oblivious to her own indiscretion. Darkness will envelop this sad vain world with the hope that tomorrows new light will ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pain in life: 274 of 594
PRISON You know not of my pain. It's tearing me apart. I feel as though there is a hole Deep within my heart. You don't know who I am, But you say you love me. You don't know my heart. So how could that be? I need to break free from these chains around my soul. Oh, why can't you see? Being with you is taking its toll. More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Unforgivable: 16 of 27
Free I can't say I'm sad or blue Letting you go is a big perk I can't say I'll miss you You've been such a total jerk You tried to hide your lies And you were never really true You tried to look me in the eyes That is how I knew "Forgive Me Sweetness," you said As if I'm completely blind The future is straight ahead And you ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Christian: 187 of 296
On a windy day I stand on top of this hill. It feels like Heaven surrounds me. I close my eyes and time stands still. I feel like I am flying free. I haven't felt this close to you in quite awhile. The breeze is the brush of your hand across my cheek. The warmth of the sun is your smile. This intimate sensation of you is all... More..