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I am one of those nerds who loved reading before I was walking, and who fell in love with writing, drawing and painting shortly thereafter. As I child I spent a lot of time alone in my room with books, pens and paper, imagining I was Anne of Green Gables,

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dark poems: 29 of 1301
Sparrow Traverse the ruins of fairy tales From way back and Once upon a time, To see footprints filled in By the sand while Idealizing saccharine dreams. Sailing through the sublime, Time is a contortionist And illusion is his strength. Burning the candle in the hour glass And sweeping the scythe of death As he dangles a chi... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life: 53 of 1201
Twenty Candles This is my quiet time, Here in the edgy solitude Of my darkened living room, Twenty candles dimly Burning after midnight. My husband has long since Delved into peaceful slumber, And my future children returned To the shadows of my shyest dreams. This is where I level with myself, One on one to face my lies and... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: In a rut: 3 of 24
Emotionless Motionlessness The calm after the storm Blank pages in my book Cause no alarm And make no sense All nonsense The salty seaside air Should readily sting But instead causes a Sleepy restlessness like A parasol on the breeze Taking flight on Lacy wings of discontent. More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Passion: 55 of 427
Backseat Lovers Two occupy backseat In the daylight Shrouded by the trees casting Gray shadows on the lake. Rolling glory Thrusting quickly Fiercely take their moment And run away with it, They feel they can't be seen. A hiking mother turns her head, A jogging father grins a little grin. So impetuous are the young and moved,... More..
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Life: 59 of 343
Goliath Lessons I was sitting in my yard this morning, bundled up in three tee shirts under the USMC sweatshirt my husband Chuck brought back from Iraq because it's chilly outside, when I had the most ridiculous type of enlightenment possible. Bestowed upon me from the divine realms it would seem, a most bewildering sense of... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Bitter: 17 of 84
Rushing Rushing rushing To expedite the Process of getting Through this life Without the constant Memories of how Or why I did. No pleasures, Too soft for me. No painfulness, It's too rock Hard for me. To too hard a Heart, I cling. I don't want to Feel anything. I want to cast my sail And glide effortlessly In and out of one... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: I long for you: 79 of 346
You say you cannot fly As I watch you levitate Winged hearts in your palms The trait you love to hate By some wicked power Of the earth or of your own You do what others can't What others don't condone And while they are condemning You for what they do not understand I am drawn to your angelic light A sleeping heart placed i... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Separation: 7 of 24
For My Memories I'm staring out that picture window darling I'll be staring with an aching heart Until they tell me you can come home My half of our heart continues fervently beating Telling me that I must go on For after tonight there will come dawn Despite this haunting loneliness If I look into the window long enough Bare... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Soldiers: 76 of 228
Army Wife Army wife With no social life, My hope hangs by a thread. Unused Christmas decorations Are dangling in my head. I never had the chance to Kiss my husband quite enough Before he involuntarily fled. Army widow With an empty pillow, Poses vacancy for a head. Unused Christmas decorations Have been quietly laid to rest.... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Unrequited love: 14 of 38
Bad Luck If I had a a bottomless glass bottle I would capture all of your salty tears and save them For a gray rainy day when you feel like you Just cannot cry If I had a shining cool thin dime For every time that you touch me then I would Be poor as the Nightingale whose wings cannot fly But at least I still would try To le... More..