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Creative Writing > Essays Essays: Love: 3 of 108
I always wondered at the magic of falling in love. Meeting that handsome, usually brilliant, always charming guy who with just a look will send my heart aflutter. I imagined the heated debates, the witty banter, the innuendo filled teasing. I've dreamt of that first touch that would set my skin ablaze, of holding hands, and o... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Individualism: 3 of 36
Many of us feel that our role in life, our position in society, or our identity we were assigned at birth was unfairly imposed upon us. We want to change it. To be something else. Something better. Something more.Life is a beautiful journey, and perhaps it is indeed unfair if our final destination is planned for us. For that ... More..
Home & Garden > Home Interior How to avoid clutter in your house: 4 of 41
Picture the caterpillar in her cocoon. It's crowded, cramped and so uncomfortable. For some reason I have a hard time imagining the caterpillar smiling. The world looks dark and dreary - so very dull. That is how clutter bogs us down. It intrudes on our lives, insulates us from the sunshine and keeps us from being happy Now l... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Writing: 55 of 505
Every night,I attempt to write,to try to expressthe inner mess.Where confusion reignsamongst assorted pains.And the truly sought,is a worthwhile thought,yet a chaotic sound,is all there is to be found.Nightly,version differs slightly.I plop into bedand lay down my head,heavy eyelids - exhaustion to an extreme,now let me close... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Morning: 14 of 106
The sun is rising shylySpreading her rayswith a hesitant boldnessThe sky brightens,while the dew still dampens,the breeze stirs, rustles the leavesand there is a freshness all around.It is becoming day,and shaping up to be a beautiful one.The birds' chirps awaken,the twitter of crickets cease. The morning glories smile widely... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My son: 22 of 145
As I marveled at the miracleand knew that I was blessedThere still was so very muchI feared to have expressed.I wondered at the blessingand the Heavenly decree,that deemed me worthy of the statusof Mommy-to-be.It seemed like what I wantedto be 'mother' as well as wife,Yet I doubted my abilities,as well as my stage in life.Eac... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Coffee: 22 of 76
My fingers gently reach outto feel your warmth,I inhale deeply,savoring your scent.You are just what I need.It's been a rough long day,and there are so few who can be relied up,but I knew that you would be here.Waiting. Ready.Just for me.I dreamed of the momentWhen I'd lift you up,and cradle you gently.And as my lips will tou... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: I do not cry: 66 of 185
More than knowingthat you don't care,and more than anythingthere is the fear,an unmitigated, unabatingperpetual scareof not knowing for how longI'll be stuck here,But no, you won't seea single tear.I'll swallow the pain,of not knowing why,I'll live with the silenceas life goes by,And though you cannotlook me in the eye,and I ... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Childhood memories: 120 of 308
She was four years old at the time, and many years have passed since, but she can still taste the warm milk, and smell the indoor winter smell. Parenting books have long since decided that a four year old shouldn't be drinking from a baby bottle, but lucky for her, her mother never relied on public consensus.So on that cold w... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Feeling lost: 296 of 720
I've tried to seethe distant starI've tried to be,to reach far.Yet with all attemptsat being good,I don't know how,I wonder if I ever could.Yet I'm trying, I'm searching,but I have yet to find,the answers - so distantthey elude my mindAnd though I struggle to graspI only come up with air.Just know that I may seem lost,but I'm... More..