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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Longing: 21 of 428
I am, but a dying manlike a parched tree within the desertwith no hope of waterencounters of the mirageis only a balm to my soulShe is, only the flitting cloudcomes and goes like the invisible windto only feel herto only hear herit is, to only hopeThat, is the echoof my heartand her dreamsour souls entwineeach apart a hundred... More..
Creative Writing > Essays Essays: Meaning of life: 9 of 122
For the first eighteen years of my life, I grew up under the care of my grandma. Every day when the clock chimed at 5 a.m sharp, you could smell freshly brewed coffee drifting from our small kitchen. Sometimes I would be wide awake and would walk up to my grandma and just sit close to her. She would pour me a small cup of cof... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Being alone: 11 of 125
Every night I listened to the music on the radioCouldn't get to sleep without you by my sideI miss your voice beside my ears when you said goodnightI miss the scent from your body after your shower and come to meThere's never a moment of content now in every night that comes'Cos you, are now not by my side! (Verse 1)Hold me t... More..
Relationships & Family > Communication Issues Control: Illusion or reality: 2 of 21
A long time of ago, before either you or I is being born, while being an egg in our mum's womb, we have no control over our lives at all. We did not choose to come to this world but were being made by two individuals. Therefore in the beginning, we have no say over it which does not mean as we grow up, we have no control.Cont... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: History: 6 of 53
Time is a writerEvery tick she madeis the footstep of the ManHis footprint madeis a tale saidShe carries in her left handa silver bladethat had slashed through the yearswith bloodshedat every dynastywhere kingdoms were madeShe carries in her right handa sack of goldand what stories were toldof treachery and powertraded and so... More..
Religion & Spirituality > Spiritual Insights Sharing love: Key to happiness: 2 of 15
'I love you'. Such three simple words but how many times have we said this to someone we love?Love comes in various guises and times, surprising us when we least expect it. Yet that basic feeling which everyone posesses either escapes us or it's been within us so long that we either disregard it as important or simply took it... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Rage: 21 of 156
Crush itBeat itDestroy itSay no to its pleadingSay no to its whiningIt deserves the painIt shall bore my bladeof words and punchessharplycruellywith no respite!I am no more in your worldpinned under your gaze like a worthless antTo wait for your acknowledgementlike a concubine to her master!Taste the bitter fruit of vengenceI... More..
Relationships & Family > Grief & Loss What to do when someone dies and there was no time for good-byes: 18 of 127
It was raining heavily that afternoon when we sent her off. The cries of relatives filled the funeral hall as we proceed to 'that place'. As we sood behind the large glass pane, great tongues of fires consumed the coffin, as the screaming and crying goes on and on....I was not one of the weepers or the screamers, though I fel... More..
Other What is the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to you?: 50 of 352
Among my circle of friends, I am considered the most scatter brained of them all. I have the unfortunate habit of forgetting things in a jiff and cracking people up with laughter with antics which I had no idea possessed.Thirty years of history as a simple being living in this wide planet, I encountered lots of people in my l... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Common ground: 1 of 7
The mighty god of justiceask the sinner, Ola:'tell me the truth of why you steal and kill,or there'll be hell to pay in coming to you!'Ola whimpered under the stern glare of the god's mightand sang his sad tale in sobs and tears.Drought had came and went away,his village flooded and corpses laidThere were cries of babies and ... More..