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I am known by my closest friends as "Chuckie". People think that it is an odd name for a lady, but since I am a lady in every sense of the word - somehow it works. Who is Charlene Thomas? I am a writer. A songwriter. A writer of spontaneous thoughts. I am

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Insomnia: 4 of 193

The television is watching me again I am too tired to think but too awake to sleep I'd be better off turning into a coyote so that I can Stand on the roof of my house and howl at the moon I think that would be much more productive than What I'm doing right now Staring aimlessly at pictures, hearing sounds but not listening I...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Stress: 2 of 23

I have a place that I go when I am stressed out. It is a peaceful place. It is quiet, reserved, and solitary. I can truly be myself in this space. It is ethereal. Sometimes fictional. I go there when I need protection from my crazy world. I will tell you a little bit about this place and the nickname my dear sister friend ga...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Friendship: 27 of 273

There were four of us in the dorm Thick as thieves we weathered the storms That encompassed college life Last minutes papers, parties, boyfriends Thick as thieves until the very end Until the day we went our own separate ways Or was it just me who went my own way Seduced by wanting more out of life Glitz and glamour Hmph, ye...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Prayer: 30 of 218

Knocking at the door of my heart Was the answer to my prayers Prayers of questions left unanswered for far too long Knocking at the door of my heart Was a still, quiet voice beckoning me to open up Floating past the thunderous ploddings of my painful dirges, my mournful song I was deafened by the cacophony of self-pity and d...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Grief: 8 of 42

How perfect. A cold, rainy day to commensurate a cold, damp grey church where my brother's icy, stone cold body lays in a chillingly grey steel coffin. How perfect. I look around for an exit route and try to plan a way to escape. There are ushers standing guard in their holy white uniforms with one hand behind their Baptist ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Apartments: 16 of 65

My apartment was my castle My apartment was my home Every empty space was filled Though sometimes I still felt alone My apartment was my castle My apartment was my fantasy It transformed into imaginings Of whatever I wanted to be My apartment was my castle In it I had a throne I sat, I saw, and I conquered I unturned every s...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Late night thoughts: 6 of 22

The television is watching me again I am too tired to think but too awake to sleep I'd be better off turning into a coyote so that I can Stand on the roof of my house and howl at the moon I think that would be much more productive than What I'm doing right now Staring aimlessly at pictures, hearing sounds but not listening I...
Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: Death of a sibling: 2 of 7

Novel Excerpt: When Life Falls Apart Excerpt: Mauntie – Chapter One Cherisse, a highly-esteemed associate at one of the largest law firms in Charlotte, North Carolina fidgeted awkwardly during the weekly junior partner meeting. She pulled and tugged on her St. John suit as she twisted her feet around in her Stuart Weit...
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Attitude: 6 of 16

When I'm looking for a place to go Where my reflection will always show Who I am and who I'm meant to be I won't find it in a video I won't hear it on the radio It's in my heart, deep inside of me It's in me, it's in me Whatever I need to succeed is in me When things get hard I can take it As long as I believe I can make it ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Soul Mates: 87 of 229

It all started with a simple "hello" I looked at you and you looked at me. Somehow we knew... We were meant to be.