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Hi there! I'm Sara, a freelance writer deep within the annals of Graduate School. I've been writing forever and a day- as long as I can remember, in fact.
As far as poetry goes, which is the bulk of my writing, I write subconsciously. I don't pick a topic

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Self-reflection: 29 of 458

Growing Shadeless passion reflects on vanity Dulcet tones of grey and blue Shameless plans to vanquish purity End with my discovering you Little distinguishes right from left We often hear a whispered song Yet this path beneath our feet is worn It is as wide as it is long The road less taken they say is best For young souls ...
Pets & Animals > Aquarium Fish Tips for buying fish as pets for children: 1 of 9

A very common misconception about keeping fish as pets for young children regards the space in which said fish is kept. As a now experienced aquarist (I have two fancy goldfish in 30 gallon tank), I now understand that as a child, I was encouraged to keep goldfish in a small, unsuitable, and honestly awful living environment...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Abstract poems: 62 of 517

Everyman Somewhere on ice lies a world gone unseen A phantom in somebody's terrible dream Frozen in waiting and sleeping in place Waiting for our earth to slowly unlace It takes the place of what we have now Breathes in the newness of a fresh plan But there's something missing from the original layout- Man Who needs a world ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: I'm not your victim: 8 of 41

Forgive? The world revolves in such a way That it leaves me breathless, Clinging to a piece of shape that wrestles in my hands Trembling fingers, Numbed with cold Deftly dodge the doubting memories And hold ever stronger Vigilant in their decision to revisit the past In which you remain, Fixed in time with that cheap smile o...
Creative Writing > Essays Essays: Racism: 8 of 40

Sowing the Seeds: The Influence of Germany on Polish Antisemiti Sowing the Seeds: The Influence of German Writing on Polish Anti-Semitism, 1900-1939. The phenomenon of Anti-Semitism is one familiar to each corner of the world. Seemingly every region that has at one point had a strong Jewish presence within it has too been pr...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Seduction: 2 of 10

Face like a pallet of colors Cream, and brown ; tides over your skin Smooth like marble, hard stone I wait For your advances For my temptation to surge against the brim of desperation I watch Your mouth open like a song under dim overheads Your eyes dart towards my abused frame I need Something to believe in; a cult of your ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Spiritual: 131 of 596

Mary Shadows clung to her, Hopeful and obedient as a new day broke through the sky. A solemn bead of sweat heavy on her lip He cried ; she sunk into the straw, breathing fire in her lungs He was praised ; she watched as they adored him His blood-soaked face beamed with redemption She moaned as another burst of pain shattered...
Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: Overcoming challenges: 8 of 32

Ebb and Flow Prologue Small town boy with black bangs like daggers in his eyes. Looked nothing like his mother - exactly like his father , or at least that's what everyone used to say. Irises like stones dilating under the light of dimming lamps. A rough voice tells him to behave, to obey. He whimpers like a dog long abused,...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dark poems: 372 of 1148

Sirens Gasping An open wound pulsates Against the skins of time so thick Unknown outside the realms of invisibility Futile like songs in the wind Blown by eyes uncaring Mouthes unmoved Unmoving Hands feverish against flesh so tender Fragile like petals on forlorn stems Depressed by years of misuse Strings shredding slow agai...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Neglected love: 7 of 21

Unwanted Digging a ditch to hide your disgrace Hiding my beliefs as I'm hiding my face Tamed by the silence that has lived in my eyes Stained by the life that I've left far behind Keeping in prayers that have never been told Hidden from victims of the terrible cold I am a million people all wrapped into one Forever naked ben...