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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Soul Mates: 1 of 229

In the uncertainty of morning I awake fearful it was all just a delightful dream - that it might have been a figment of my imagination, or something that is less than it seems. My thoughts immediately turn to you, butterflies fill my stomach and I sigh. A smile paints itself across the canvas of my face, a twinkle of delight...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: On love: 58 of 1171

My heart is fighting against its instincts holding tight when it wants to let go Swinging back and latching on creating this stirring within my soul the thump that leaves its interior circulates echos in my head confusing thoughts that are so critical in figuring meanings of the unsaid A spark so gently twinkles in the depth...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: On mothers: 46 of 186

My mother was never there, for me when I was down. She never could see me smile, or cheer up a frown. She never heard me laugh with my friends late at night, kiss me gently on the cheek, or hold me in her arms so tight. She never saw me with my first love, coming home at dawns first sight. She never could comfort me, when my...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Faith: 78 of 263

Heartaches mostly hurt the inside of our heart but sometimes they seep in the damages in our soul. They burn with hurt never ceasing perseverance until we turn it over and let it go. We cry out many times never ceasing our screams we grasp for empty air and stretch for open ears. The tears surround us flooding into our empty...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Spiritual: 193 of 596

See what you've done to me see how I've strayed? I never knew that being friends could make me be this way You influence me to be someone that I'm not I hate being a stranger and it seems that I'm caught in between who I am and who I want to be but never do you stop even when you can see that the words you say and the things...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Unspoken thoughts: 166 of 493

I dare you to look me in the eye, I'm never sure of you. Are those words you project even close to the truth? Are they lies to benefit off me, an attempt to be discreet, an empty conversational topic, an intriguing purpose to defeat? I dare you to look me in the eye, my tears aren't just vancant streams. There's a memory beh...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Faith in God: 63 of 160

I'm not sure why I'm standing here, I'm blinded by deceit. I never know what's happening, it's a complicated defeat. Fears of unknown circumstances circle the pedestal upon which I stand, propped up like a statue based on everyone else's plans. I can't step down the crumbling stairs - it's that fear of failing again. It clin...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Confused by love: 110 of 254

Awakened once again something I tucked so far away something I tried to suspend and now I don't know what to say I've hurt too many a heart in the process of moving on I pushed the pieces apart all the while it felt like a con toward what my heart was saying and the actions that progressed so presently I am paying while keep...
Creative Writing > Essays Essays: Inspirational: 35 of 57

"Kerplunk." The rock skidded down the side of the hill and landed in the glimmering blue water below. Just minutes earlier, I had laid down next to my best friend, Amy, and the rest of the youth group, surrounded by God's wonderful nature. We were in Canada eh, alone on a deserted island in the middle of a wind-chopped lake....
Creative Writing > Essays Essays: Grandparents: 18 of 21

Stretching as far as my arm could go, I wrapped my hand around the vibrant, red apple that was clinging to the tree by its thin stem. Pulling quickly, I heard a small pop as it fell into my calloused hand. I leaned down and handed the fruit to my grandma, who squinted her eyes and grasped it gently. Short legs stretching, Gr...