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I am 29yrs young, grew up in outback Western Australia, I now live in a regional city with my fiance and two young children. I have traveled around the country a bit and have had the lucky experience of traveling overseas when I was 15yr young. I am passionate

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The face of death: 1 of 72

Staring into your haggard face I wonder why you chose me Is it my time to leave this world? Are you mistaken? You stare back at me Confusion in your pale eyes Not believing what you see You slowly turn away I call you back for one last look of face Maybe to challenge you To take me if you dare Or to memorize you face, hoping...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Judging: 1 of 46

I stare into the pool of water Stunned by what I see A reflection, which vaguely resembles me Not quite perfect in the rippling water Smudging and contorting the image But is it showing the real me Is this what every one else sees? A wavering front that confuses the on lookers' eyes Until they look deeper As I am looking int...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Red is not just a color: 2 of 42

Brilliant shades of scarlet Color the evening sky This is more than your average sunset Almost like the sky is bleeding, from a broken heart Crimson is the rose, given by my love He says, "It reminds him of the color of my lips" The first time he saw me, across a crowded room My lips colored with crimson, like this lovely bl...
Celebrations & Holidays > Christmas Helping your kids write a letter to Santa Claus: 1 of 21

"Why do I have to write a letter to Santa mum? Don't you have his email address?" I received this reply two years ago when I asked my four-year-old daughter if she would like to write Santa a letter. I laughed so hard my sides hurt. I replied Santa does not have email yet. Shaking her head, she said, "Well Santa needs to get...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dark poems: 71 of 1148

Screams echo in the silent air Pains of a new life being born All alone, frightened and scared The young mother, lying on her deathbed Ripping and tearing of delicate tissue Hastening to make an exit into the world Pushing through the pain With life's blood slowly draining away Meager strength remains Only enough courage to ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Shattered: 10 of 116

Shattered on the ground A little girls treasured doll Smashed beyond repair, just left laying there Her tears are real as she picks up the tattered dress Well used and loved for what it resembled The child's dreams of what beauty truly is Unmarked porcelain, painted to perfection Now laying in tiny pieces Wondering why is li...
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Bad days: 5 of 52

It all started on a hot and balmy summer's night. The night wind was blowing warmly against my face. Every star in the heavens seemed to be shining just for me. As I stood at the rails of the ship watching the water slip slowly past. I wondered where I would go next, I was once again a single woman that could do as she pleas...
Hobbies & Games > Holiday Crafts Christmas crafts: How to make your own stockings: 1 of 9

Christmas just would not be Christmas without hanging the stocking by the fireplace. No matter what country you live in. The joy of finding little trinkets inside on Christmas cannot be replaced for any small child. At this time of the year they are in every store, sure they are lovely, but there is just a feeling about your...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life's paths: 30 of 267

Life's Broken Roads See my pain Hear my cry Today, forever Tomorrow, yesterday You can see my tears You hear my sobs Along with me you cry Together we mourn With no face I walk the shadows I see you smile You hide your face But through my sorrow and pain I know my life will go on Tomorrow I may smile However, for today I sti...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Missing a loved one: 22 of 192

Joined at the hip, so to speak When we are together, we are never apart Yet for most of the year, you are gone Leaving me alone, with empty dreams Left holding you pillow, to feel close to you I long to hold you, feeling your breath in my hair The touch of your hand upon my cheek Your lips pressed to mine Memories I hold ont...