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A strange and vague concept
this thing we call "self"
Does it really exist?
and if so, where?

No other person on this Earth
sees us as we see our "selves"
To everyone else
we are a conglomeration
of visualisations, responses
to their own experiences of life
pieced together

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Music: 1 of 153
The Composer... An intricate arrangement composed of the highest of high notes and lowest of lows with a melody loosely entangled to mingle and frolic where tempos transpose A symphonic emphatic exquisitely off beat concoction of instrumentation casually harmonized frequently improvised randomly altered by pure inspiration Tu... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Happiness: 1 of 69
It's in you... To live and love and laugh is what this life is all about Happiness is our birthright yet so many live in doubt that happiness will ever be their own to have and hold and to the beast of neverness their saddened soul is sold But there's enough for all if only we know where to seek and once its true source is fo... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Perfect love: 2 of 116
To know Mister Right... He need not have the means to give the world to me Knowing that he would if he could means enough I have no need of a world full of all that other stuff He need not be a supple lean, muscled Mister Universe A kind and caring heart is all the muscle I need The strength of his love will impress more, ind... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Motherhood: 1 of 52
Bloated like a gas balloonnauseous from dawn 'til noonprone to unexpected tearsjoyous laughter, hidden fearsPangs and twinges, its begunbroken waters freely runheaving breath, gripping tightrelax, now push with all your mightListen for that little cryrelief, exhaustion, let out a sightiny bundle held to chestmelting moment, t... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Circle of life: 1 of 47
Birds and Bees A little flower opened wide and gazed across the countryside towards a handsome stand of trees alive with busy buzzing bees She watched the bees buzz here and there transporting pollen through the air from bloom to bloom they flew their loads depositing to new abodes The flower wondered now if she would someday... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Without love: 1 of 47
Who needs love anyway? It's not like love's important in the whole great scheme of things Who really needs the closeness or happiness it brings? I certainly don't want to be caught up in romance I'd run a mile before I gave that kind of love a chance To have a warm and caring hand to hold when times get rough would be a bleak... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The reason for my tears: 2 of 91
Poetic tears... These words are not as they may seem there are no thoughts behind them Don't look for reasons between the lines because you will not find them Each one that falls upon this page to lament before you was never meant to end up here of that I can assure you They're just another flood of tears I couldn't help but ... More..
Celebrations & Holidays > Mother's Day & Father's Day Why the best Father's Day gifts aren't the most expensive: 1 of 44
Over the years, consumers have increasingly been urged to buy into the "bigger is better" approach to gift giving. These clever marketing strategies are employed purely and simply to line the pockets of retailers, and in no way reflect the true spirit of giving. Father's Day is all about showing dad just how much he is loved ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The moon: 4 of 174
Receptive moon... Blissfully fulfilled enraptured, they swoon complete in their celestial love affair creative sun, receptive moon Her body glows in his presence receiving his gift of light with grace He shines on her, enchanted by the soft reflection in her face She delights in the fluid subtleties his masterful eye captures... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Who am I?: 1 of 36
Finding myself... A strange and vague concept this thing we call "self" Does it really exist? and if so, where? No other person on this Earth sees us as we see our "selves" To everyone else we are a conglomeration of visualisations, responses to their own experiences of life pieced together over time then projected onto a fig... More..