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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Sunrise: 14 of 52

A woven tapestry of orange and red luminescence sprawled across a canvas of purple velvet. She hides behind a landscape of mountains and ocean tucked away as if she were merely a memory... She is the honor, the sheer privilege of an early rising. She induces bleary-eyed wonder upon those who cast their gaze eagerly towards h...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Spiritual: 362 of 596

Looks as though it will rain, Smells as if it may rain. Showers arrive, rain falls Thunder chases lightning as the skies are cracked wide open. The heavens empty upon our earth bringing rise to life. Continuance of self through thunderous applause...approval from above. Pray the water fills our souls with supple love. Pray t...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Global warming: 51 of 68

Sweltering heat, choking on the dry air. So much water, pushed beyond imaginary lines the Earth never knew, providing no relief from the tepidity. No evading the oppressive climate, the torrid tides created over a man made millennium. This is a fate. An inescapable circumstance. Who tempted the gods? Taunted them while laugh...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Child abuse: 173 of 198

She knew it was wrong, she told a lie. Everyone wondered, no one told. Not here, not now, not again... She cowered in her corner. It had become hers, the truth, the lie she told. Not here, not now, not again... Swelling and torment became her, the way she glazed over and dried up inside. Not here, please... Not now, please, ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Obsession: 57 of 64

This is that and that is this. Mine, mine, mine... You have to know, do you know, that you are mine? Necessities abound, wreaking havoc on my thoughts that are no more and can no longer be tucked in to tidy little rows because they line up, single file, behind you and all that is you and anything having to do with you today,...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Addiction: 293 of 304

One more, just one single, solitary confining release. To what end? Could mine be the same as yours? Never again, baby, not this time, no more. I do it again. Again... To what end? Mine might be the same as yours. Risk it all, roll the dice. Put the pipe to my head, tickle the trigger. To what end? I will make mine the same ...