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My name is Eugene. I'm not much of a writer in my mind. I did not quit my day job, but I like writing on Helium as a hobby ,or just as a way to pass time. I didn't graduated a local high school in Vancouver, Washington where I currently reside. I did receive

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Sad goodbyes: 2 of 53
They say go to bed it will be alright. But they can't. Feel. The pain. I scream so loud. Only I. My heart is gone. I'm empty. He took it. It was never meant to be. Life. Such a dream. Death so real. He is gone. And with it my heart. My love. I'm broken. The tears. Falling. Keep on. So many words. I. Didn't tell him... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Anticipation: 4 of 53
Time goes by so slowly for those who wait,There's simply no time to hesitate.Time is just another matter of words in phaseThere's simply nothing to raise.I can't keep on waiting for you,I'll wake up one day and it will be simply too lateEvery little thing that you think I do,I'm so not in to you.Hoping that you'll already kno... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Misunderstandings: 3 of 33
I said "It's not what you think it is." Walking away he shook his head, Not believing. Never would I deserve a chance To explain the truth behind that dance For there was not a chance of romance He was nothing but a dance. Actions speak louder than words That does not speak for me Yet I cannot say that you see, He will not ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My love: 5 of 47

Go to bed everything's alright Don't know the whole world's changing As you sleep through the night Wake up slowly as the sun hits the light Don't believe that I am gone It's just a story that you believe Cuz the truth is life And there's no point in dying in a lie. Look at him as he looks at you, Do what's rig... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Winter mornings: 3 of 27
It never snows,But the inside glows,With bright colored lights,And fresh pine tree sights.The scent of cinnamon,The taste of sugar,The sweetness of pie,The bitterness of rye.The biting frost,With its meaning lost,The unspeakable cost,Higher than exhaust.Each year I hope for more,A bit of something extra to the core,Yet I seem... More..
Parenting & Pregnancy > Teen Challenges Cheap teen date ideas: 2 of 18
Watching the new TV shows and seeing the rich kids go to outrageously expensive restaurants become taunting to the teens of our generation. It seems as if to have a good time you must do something so exclusive and expensive that without money you can't absolutely get any where. Well that's not true, you can get a blast of a t... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Numb: 8 of 64
What's happening to me. I don't know.The car. Crashing. Breaking through you went.Glass shattered. Cutting like diamonds. Staring.I. Couldn't. Speak.I wanted to tell you I love you.I wanted to go away with you.Never wanted to be aloneYou always believed it was all known.Wish I could take back todayWish I could take back. You.... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Existence: 19 of 129
I wake to the morning shine,And dine with the evening fine.In my hear t I am not free,Because there is something thatWill not let me be.When I feel so hopeless,So lostWhere do I go?What do I do?What is life at all?Who is it to tell us how to live?If we ourselves don't know?But then again maybe this is our test,And for the res... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The masks we wear: 31 of 172
Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Pink lips. Perfection. With the Prada bag. And high heels. She smiles and waves when they are watching. But when they aren't. She dosen't. Smile. There are tears in those blue eyes. Behind the sunglasses she puts on. Covering her. Life. The truth. Covered. Passing by me, I see. She is me. I... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Fate: 24 of 123
Time to forget and start over no point in wishing it was the beginning Just living today, Enjoying each and every day Without waiting and wishing of holding on to somebody. You can't go on dreaming, That's isn't realistic Life is real No point in pretending something exists when it doesn't. I'm going to let g... More..