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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Reflections on success, struggle, and happiness: 25 of 263

parade we rose from the dead and we are not alone. the hurt, the broken, the many, the lonely, the sick and the torn. we're marching our way up to heaven above the crazy, the stubborn, the dark ones, the zombies, the raped and unborn. we're searching for peace and forgiveness, up there the bitter, the scorched, the secluded,...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Disillusioned youth: 4 of 21

There's nothing here for me, the desolate view of something so dear and peaceful, many centuries ago... now I'm empty, and i feel bad for you all, my lost, innocent years, trapped inside a dream. the windows are now shut, the doors are all closed and the death of my childhood self is written on the walls, the halls, the curt...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Unforgivable: 7 of 27

the life i waste inside this box of madness, the pain i seed in your heart, fills me up. i try to wake up from your nightmares, i realize i cannot, i give up. your stories and the words well chosen, they heal your scars, they dry the tears inside. but i am trapped inside a peaceful nothing, a sacred silence brings your sins ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Mourning: 46 of 175

the strangest thing, I'm waiting for you, down here, where nothing happens at all. you live your life afraid to wrong, afraid to fall down here, where nobody cries at all. the angels are long gone now, you spend your days alone, nobody wants you more than me, down here, where nobody comes at all. the sweetest pain shows in y...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The muse: 17 of 58

all my words died this morning, they sucked all the poison and turned into nothing. and now they're haunting me... this is not a poem, it's a requiem for the words lost, words wasted words unsaid and overthought words swallowed, chewed up and reformed. words thrown back at me, interpreted and misunderstood. words forgotten a...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Family memories: 15 of 51

the silent movement of a hand, a lock of hair, i remember... the black, the you and the lonely standing together on a shelf... i tried, i turned my world around your light, i drowned my fears into your eyes and woke up again, a new radiant hope. a breeze, a sound and the nonsense around my words, i forget... the black and th...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Escape: 45 of 151

it sounds like crumbled paper, your voice. you look at me with sandy eyes, lost inside a dream of blood red roses and sharp noises... and we wait. the end of the world is near, like a car crash waiting to happen. it will only take a lifetime to see things in a new darkness. together we stand, facing time and consequences- i ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Christian: 85 of 276

I'm not Jesus you prayed for absolution, broken and deserted by hope. take a closer look- I'm not Jesus, Jesus wasn't there! surrounded by the ghosts of your past, you cried. don't beg for help- I'm not Jesus, Jesus wasn't there! your promises of a better life never touched me, I've seen it all- I'm not Jesus, Jesus wasn't t...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Childhood memories: 120 of 362

the blood on my hands is washed off, as i stand tall and face the rain. the shame in my eyes is fading away, i slowly raise my head from the ground. you have no power anymore, I've grown immune to you, you hold no secrets anymore, they are all written on my face for people to read. for people to know. i found another strengt...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Testimonies: True lessons learned the hard way during employment: 42 of 117

First of all, i have to say that i learn a lesson about myself and my work each day. I am a teacher, meaning that I am supposed to be the one that teaches the lesson. In a way, I actually am "taught" something by my students, every time I go to class. To tell you something about them will be to summarize that Sidney Poitier ...