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I am a student who loves to think. One thing I love to do is to write my thoughts, mostly in poetry, because it allows others (You) to analyze the thought and see if you catch the original thought or something else. So... Im glad you found my page and I hope

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dreams: 17 of 653
Window I close my eyes I lay to sleep Not seeing out But seeing in Flashing, falling through my mind Showing me colors and Images All through the night What is it I see? It is the thoughts Thoughts I dare not think Not in the light But my mind knows I can handle them now I see the wishes Wishes I hold, telling none And for a... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: On poems: 14 of 198
What is Poetry? A photograph of Emotions A play of rhymes A capturing of essence A poem takes on many forms Free verse, blank verse, metaphors All combined to create a work Of art? Its no painting But perhaps the artist Paints the poem Capturing the words in color Just as the poets words capture the color Rhymes, allusions, ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Humorous: 39 of 478
- Conversations With a Mute I spoke the other Day to a mute. It was really very Much of a one-sided conversation. Although he could make good Use of sign language I didn't have a clue What he meant. So I talked and I talked Until finally the man Gave me a sign Universally known For, "Piss off!" And with that Bird I flew away. More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Success: 3 of 33
Lasting Legacy? The towers of Giants crumble to Mountains The foot prints of gods become Seas Mighty stars die, but their light shines on - So what becomes of me? The author writes the famous Novel The playwright his glorious Play Legends are born from the Earth itself - But who will remember me? The painter paints a lasting... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Fantasy: 20 of 169
Where to? Look for the castle Up high in the sky Sitting in a landscape Of fields of stars And mountains of billowing clouds No instructions can bring you there Its not miles or meters away A compass won't help you either For far enough West is always East And far enough North only South To find it you must travel Travel thr... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The face of death: 10 of 64
- Death Becomes It There is a Tree In my front yard That resembles a Finger Pointing north. I love this Tree's Graceful curve and The dead branches like Wiry hairs electrocuted On the upraised Finger. The tree is rotting And covered with Fungus, Which eats away At the remaining Bark. And the trunk houses Termites That dine i... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Cancer: 17 of 95
Renegades spreading through out Unstoppable for her Her kidneys, liver, and spine shout As they are attacked, besieged, devoured. But calmly she lays, reflecting silently On 83 years lived in health. A once strong woman, a government official Once in charge of departments Her words written changing to rules, Now lays in bed,... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Politics: 32 of 162
The Hill- Two houses sit upon a hill, In marble gleaming white. Both proclaim to lead their land Both watch it slip into night. Ignorant masses support either side, In a mobish, medieval way. The House of West and House of East, In a reminiscent medieval fight. Which side shall take the citadel And hold the coveted might? Th... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My own obituary: 5 of 20
Here lies a man, And if you care to know, He wasnt bad looking (As far as he knew), He led a life so bland It could almost be called a waste, Except that for him It was just the right blend Of excitement and love, of Family and friends, Now that you know of the man Under this ground, Would you mind stepping off him, And walk... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Traffic: 4 of 15
Stopping- Traffic, I hate Traffic, The stopping of Life, Two much time for reflection In anger. I hate Traffic. Stopped, people Screaming, people charging Their way ahead. Too much humanity For the moment. I hate Traffic. Traffic is the pause we dread, The pause that causes Us to see us. I hate Traffic. More..