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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Remembering love

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In the breaking light of dawnI look around me at what's goneIs this real or is it fake?I want to dreamfor my sake.With each sigh I breathe outI know for certain-without a doubtYou may be gone, I might be lostMy heart is yours-at all costs.Four candles lit in the darkBut cupids arrow missed the markIn return it hit a wellIn wh... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dreaming of you

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A snowy midnight and I watch from my window as fallen soldiersof winter scatter the ground. The windchill brings the heat downto five degrees but my face is glowing a warm radiance of pink.The magic of night fades with the morning light,and I'm warm inside the saftey of myself, knowing where ever you are,i can feel you breat... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Suicide

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ON DELUSIONS OF GRANDUREBroken branches on the ground,Seeming hell and fire boundBrings the grace from the skyTo calm the rage in your eyesDriving past the graveyard sightNo longer living in this nightSouls lost and heaven sentThis may be my last repent.Bleeding wrists run me dryWipe the tear from his eyeCan not eat and can n... More..

Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Time

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Another night goes by and still she feels empty. His memory is not fading, and with each cigarette she longs for the sweet taste of orange and clove that reminds her of him. Unable to sleep, she is afraid that she might forget. Time goes by quickly in dreaming, and she only wants to rememebr.Her mind and her heart are conflic... More..

Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Hate

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When she died, the tide was going out. He took a sip of water from the pump as it happened. What he wrote for her was beautiful albeit sad. It was, after all, a sad day.She had tried for his attention, but just somehow couldn't seem to keep it for very long. She had so many warped opinions of herself. "I'm fat." "I'm not pret... More..

Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Rape

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Rape is a scary four letter word. She wrote it down, over and over on a blank sheet of paper, trying to conceive of its meaning to her. She let herself be drunk again, so she guessed it was her own fault. As it usually was. Usually. Another word hard to understand. I guess she didn't learn the first time. Or the second. Maybe... More..

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