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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dark poems: 109 of 1148

EncorePlease? Those fingertips. On smooth ivory, he plays. The Black and White Of every soul. In harmony. In dissonance. What trilling notes and plodding rhythms will be made by Those hands? Clicking hands on this Sonata. This Movement is Mine. Mine to play. His to conduct. Yours to join. Only skeleton ears to hear the dark ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Death of a loved one: 115 of 562

Memories Picture of you holding me Your hair beautiful in wheatened waves. Your face, contented smile Holding the mysteries of Mother Nature. Daddy standing behind you His Hand caressing the air just above the shoulder Floating there like a plastic bag caught in an updraft. Brush strokes on canvas, Pieces cut and glued askew...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Self-awareness: 53 of 215

Hope is Found in an Old Tree. Rough furrowed troughs of shadow Below many jointed fingers Crooked and barren of all But autumn-kissed medallions Browning towards Winter's Scattered harvest As dead porous heart is embraced By slowing sticky blood. Slowing but flowing yet.
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Night: 124 of 279

Walking alone at night is my comfort. You would say this is depressing But to me it is a solace. This solitude sustains a soul who can never give It's all. I must maintain the core of myself, untouched and unharmed. I give what I can. Don't you understand that I have to have some left for me. You, you greedy little thing thi...
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Meaning of life: 13 of 21

Unexpected Beauty Soft petals of tear-ridden dreams unrealized, Singing of the lost, Winter-bared trees stand reaching, Arms raised like the wailing widows of war. Solitary drop of blood in the moonlight, Scent carried on the breeze of cold memories, Smiling faces of the forgotten, Frozen, wandering and hoping like wives lef...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love unrequited: 232 of 372

Pure Is my love a pure thing? A thing untouched by dissonance. Is there anyone in my love who hates? Is this rage inside a part of existence. Can you understand? I love not the world. Or me; Only you. What is hate to compare to that? It is only that I hate you for me loving. You keep me from that from which I long. What is l...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Childhood memories: 92 of 135

The footsteps were getting closer as I hid in the dim, dust-ridden closet. I held my breath; waiting. Each soft boot fall echoed in my soul with the finality of a slamming prison door. Was I going to get caught this time? What would they do to me if they found me? No matter how I tried to quell them, visions of torture sasha...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Pain from love: 70 of 100

"The Cat only grinned when it saw Alice. It looked good natured, thought Alice: still it had very long claws and a great many teeth... "Cheshire-Puss...Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?" "That depends a good deal on where you want to get to," said the Cat. Lewis Carrol: Alice's Adventures in Wonde...
Politics, News & Issues > Energy Issues How tankless water heaters can help save energy: 5 of 7

Wouldn't it be great if you could have hot water anytime you need it? And wouldn't be nice to be able to take run your dish washer and do a load of laundry without having to wait an hour to have enough water to take a nice hot shower? Could you use a little extra space to store your vacuum cleaner, mop, broom etc? How would ...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Parents & children: 20 of 26

Silent Alarm "Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock." Hear it? This is the sound of my biological clock ticking. Such a slow, relaxing sound; mellow. Sometimes though, this little mad watchmaker that lives inside me throws a hoppin' party. The meddling tinker then revs up the RPM's, giving my normally sedate clock a frantic hormon...