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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Childhood memories: 20 of 362

TITLE: TIME OUT (Remember how it feels!) I'm only sitting here 'cause you made me You promised me you'd be more patient And then you leave me here to cry Not even understanding why "I didn't mean to do it" "I really didn't even do it" To you my explanation's useless And you're expecting me to prove it Intimidated by your sta...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life's journey: 42 of 290

Title: Season's Pass After a long journey traveled, with windy roads taken, and many miles under my belt, I don't feel the same. I don't stand the same. I look the same. Just as time flies and children get older, as women get wiser and the world grows a little colder, as words give wisdom and i get a little bolder, I've purs...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Reflecting on your life: 29 of 183

TITLE: BUTTERFLIES Breathe your life into this temple, It's arms are open wide, Breathe deep till dusk has deepened, He spoke these words to me, "You can no longer hide". Let your words flow wide like, butterflies fly, ever and ever so high, thus, my eyes have opened wide, I know I can no longer hide. Received a letter from ...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Struggle in life: 27 of 113

Title: Read between the lines the next time... We've all seen him a few times, but I always seem to run across him on a daily basis; he is the man who holds the sign. If you don't know who I speak of, then perhaps I should elaborate. He wears a t-shirt and jeans; usually dirty and worn. He looks rough and rugged, as though h...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Falling in love: 398 of 576

SO IN LOVE WITH... The way we laugh together, the way we gossip, the way we live, the way we talk... and boy if you ever cry, I promise I'll be there to dry your eyes... The way we both get excited, and speak out of turn, even at the same time, man if we ain't two of a kind... The way we kiss, there's no way I could miss, th...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Reflections of reality: 82 of 102

After a long journey traveled, with windy roads taken, and many miles under my belt, I don't feel the same. I don't stand the same. I look the same. Just as time flies and children get older, as women get wiser and the world grows a little colder, as words give wisdom and i get a little bolder, I've pursued strength. I remem...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Storms: 136 of 166

TITLE: BLACK RAIN~THE WORST OF STORMS Waking up this morning just wasn't the same, from fearful scorn and blemished dreams, I'm petrified and I can't seem, to snap into reality. This mental state of mind I'm in, is worse than Hell in that therein, these thoughts that never could've been, less synchronized within. Scenes pass...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Suicidal thoughts: 169 of 197

Title: He slips into a coma of suicidal regret... It starts from a thought and develops into this sensation plays through his mind sort of like Japanese animation vivid details create constant elevation he wishes he could explode and end all of his aggravation. His experience in life reveals powerful information cause it ser...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Sense experience: 23 of 26

TITLE: SENSING TEMPTATION She lies in the bathtub with her eyes closed, imagining those THINGS and the confusion they BRING. Stepping out, she wraps a warm towel around her to retreat quickly to BED, she'd much rather dream of it INSTEAD. Propping her head up on the pillow and closing her eyes to SMILE, She slowly starts doz...