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These are the effects of poetry: I stopped writing in this particular fashion. The desire to make my life extra ordinary, blowing up minimal passions just to give my life meaning. A life worthy of ink on paper, documentation of existence. SHE was a tortured and passionate woman, WE rip each other apart in writing groups. The... More..

Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Falling in love

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Full Moon Fling The fire reflecting in your eyes was not a good enough disguise. You didn't know just who I was so I laughed, I laughed I laughed because: I do, I do, I do, like you. I do, I do, I do, like you. We woke up to a sunny day, The grass was wet though, anyway. I looked at you, you looked at me, we both got up to t... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Memories

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Limitless mileage How is it that the illusion of you rests so soundly at the base of my lungs? Controls my breath to let me know when I am excited, or sad with just the right amount of longing in between. Just because I can't see doesn't mean you're not there. Shades of green can't be compared to a similar need to be wanted ... More..

Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Love

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Back Yard Party Blues Some say love is a drug yeah, I've heard that one before snorting your body off the living room floor and I cannot escape you now my back's up against the door and you just swallowed the key, like you've done so many times before oh yeah, oh yeah The food fights we've created in the kitchens where we me... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: A day in my life

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Thought Undulation I've been staring at yellow lines and pavement for hours. Mix tapes cause mixed emotions, manifest feelings out of thin air, internal drama caused by people I've never even met. At least they are good at getting their point across. Detachment from desire is difficult when you're unattached to begin with. G... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My fear

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Ode to the butterfly girl When morning breaks, I wake up to your face. Whisper your name, feel the feelings I can't contain: That I love you. Yes, I love you. Walk to my car, How did we get this far? Smell you on my shirt, I know someday this will hurt. Because I love you, For now I love you It's really sad. I know I'm bad. ... More..

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