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This is Val. I am actually feeling much better than I did earlier. Don't know why, but I have a feeling everything is going to be fine. I am once again enjoying my life!

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love from afar: 4 of 82
I love the way you smile.I can only imagine how you smell.Can I stare for just a while?If I do, can you tell?How can a single grinlight up your sad brown eyes?Please let me in;and let me see your dark side.There's something about youthat makes me need to look.To touch you; I wouldn't know how tounless I had a book.'Cause girl... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Not fitting in: 3 of 50
I'm not you prettylittle cheerleader,peppy, blue-eyed,blonde, bubble gum.I don't shoot thewinning basketat every boringgame you play.I was never yourhomecoming queen,I wasn't evena runner up.But I still seejust like you,and what I seedisgusts me.I see you castout what isonly different;and I smell fear.Fear of my darkcarefully... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Tears of a child: 2 of 30
He trusted you to be there.you made him believe you care.It makes me sick to know he criedjust minutes before he died.He probably thought Mommy'd be right back;She wouldn't leave him in the car like that.The heat must have beat on his tiny head;All because you wished he was dead.He probably wondered where you werewhen from sl... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Homesickness: 2 of 20
I miss seeing your cliffspainted smooth and red.I miss the smell of pine and cedar;and the nights so cold and almost dead.I miss the jingling of bellshanging around the ram's neckas he walks with the sheep;little black and white specks.I miss the old pondwhere I used to play;catching tadpolesafter a rainy day.How I miss your ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Letters: 8 of 66
The box full of letterslay empty as the vasethat once cradled rosesnow lifeless and dry.Every word upon the paperswere full of empty promises.Tainted with black liesthat were told throughout time.Love is so out dated;these letters at least a few years old.folded, stained and torn they are;for love is dead.So she takes the box... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Loss of innocence: 8 of 48
Buried beneathmy loss of innocence,I try to find it once again.I'm not exactly surewhere that precious treasure lies.I know it is somewherebetween the sea of tears,the blood of wasted years,and the corner of all my fears.Searching fora tiny, long lost soul.A smile to putthe garish sun to shame.It is lost in the dark.I know it... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Hypocrisy: 6 of 33
O HOLIER THAN THOUHeld up high,you tear me down.i start to cry,you stare and frown.i love your Christ,but you hate me.my wrists, i slice,while you degrade me.you throw your stones.i beg you to stop.you don't leave me alone.it hurts a lot.your Christ cameand held me tight.called me by my name,not a vulgar term of spite.i died ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Phobias: 4 of 21
Walking into a dungeon,it is hell to me here.I dread pushing the buttonand signaling the doors to close.Walls surround me on all sides.There is no escape.My stomach performs somersaults,as my demons laugh at me!One, take a deep breathand say a prayer.two, refuse to cry,hope I don't get stuck in here.two and a quarter,am I the... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Death: 9 of 42
It was late in the afternoon, a warm February day. I had just come home from a long walk. I came into my room, kicked of my shoes, and stretched out comfortably on my bed. It felt so good to just lay there, sunken into the soft plush blankets. I rolled my eyes across to my beaten desk. Under the lamp was a leopard print photo... More..
Creative Writing > Essays Essays: Human understanding: 6 of 28
If God really cares, then why does he let bad things happen? Is it his idea of a sick game? Does God really exist? These questions are not new; still it angers me that these questions are asked. Is the human mind really so small, that it cannot see the works and the effects of God? What really ticked me off, was six years ago... More..