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I'm an artsy person who loves the Japanese culture. I've been studying the language on and off for about 2-3 years now. I know many musicians and actors from that great country and I'm planning on visiting a few cities as soon as I can.

I enjoy writing, singing,

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life: 26 of 1104

Je suis [trans = I am] I am an artist, selfish and unrealistic, searching eternally for my muse. I am a worker, strong and true, brooding for what I implore to receive. I am a lady, naive and elegant, defeated by the hardship of life itself. I am human, inadequate and genuine, defined by my failure and authenticity. I am me,...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Confused by love: 6 of 254

Blurry eyes widen to capture rays of light pupils dilate with all their might the end of the world, you had said but I reminded you not to think ahead suddenly this smog of unfortunates choking, strangling, seeping our breaths they staggered, swaying, to-and-fro the trees, strong but somehow incapable you laughed, closing th...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Horror: 8 of 208

Subtle His chest, rising slowly, deep in slumber. His eyes, closed, but hardly enough. They're fluttering. He's probably dreaming of some majestic, dreamworld with perfect skies and perfect people. Somewhere that could never exist. Somewhere we all wish we could go. I place my hand on his chest, feeling the air slowly slip o...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Guilt: 4 of 62

Knowing I'm wrong for all I've done I'm feeding my guilt once more Knowing I've lied and made you cry My guilt devours my own soul I've hurt myself and what about? This guilt is bigger than I Even now, when I've done nothing My mind tells me I've caused suffering and, slowly, I can feel the guilt it's eating away at me entir...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Unlock: 2 of 23

whispering through the doorway peaking through my keyhole he wants me and I know it but I won't let him in easily he's cursing under his breath his heart beating against his chest staring at my hips and thighs I'm working towards his demise I slide the key down my shirt his chest so tense, it starts to hurt my hands follow w...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: A day in my life: 65 of 363

-Soothe me- This dream I'm floating in drives me mad. Why can't I experience it like reality? I'm missing out on all the details of this moment spent together with you. I don't want them to erase from my mind. This feeling melts my fears away; your silent cries and bedroom eyes, they tear me limb from limb, I'm so hard I'm g...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Life lessons: 62 of 334

-Best Friends- an unconventional love story. Almost like a quiver in his bones, he starts to fall apart. Not because he's in pain (physically nor mentally), but because he never realized how brutal reality could be. To love someone you've respected and cared for over many years, is quite a surprising discovery. Celebrity or ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Sensuality: 8 of 42

looking out my window at the dark colored skies I only think of you the way your skin feels like the rain water outside I want to touch you the roll of your hips those shivers and kisses I seem to miss you those dark and hazy eyes the soft moans and the sighs it starts to feel real my red lips were pursed waiting for yours o...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Anger: 70 of 360

Burning up Arguing for nothing I've began the loathing Screaming over each other it doesn't get much clearer I can see myself killing you. I need to get away before I really do. I need to get away I deserve liberty let me leave in one piece I need to get away with my sanity you're starting to cripple me Images haunting me I'...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Storms: 40 of 166

Storm the skies, a dark and morbid purple shade a rumble deep in the clouds, they make their way still, with the parade, I am seated, unafraid my tears, like the rain, are unpredictable and grey but the wind, a thief, decides to steal them away A crack, similar to a whip, voltage disrupts my window Calm as silence, I follow ...