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About me - Yasmina Crichlow

I'm a 19 year old 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,

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life: 45 of 1201
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,original and s... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Storms: 6 of 145
Stormthe skies, a dark and morbid purple shadea rumble deep in the clouds, they make their waystill, with the parade, I am seated, unafraidmy tears, like the rain, are unpredictable and greybut the wind, a thief, decides to steal them awayA crack, similar to a whip, voltage disrupts my windowCalm as silence, I follow complais... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Horror: 15 of 233
SubtleHis 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 out.... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Confused by love: 24 of 311
Blurryeyes widen to capture rays of lightpupils dilate with all their mightthe end of the world, you had saidbut I reminded you not to think aheadsuddenly this smog of unfortunateschoking, strangling, seeping our breathsthey staggered, swaying, to-and-frothe trees, strong but somehow incapableyou laughed, closing the blinds a... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Forget me not: 3 of 30
Regret to ForgetIn my soulyou are engravedIn a whileI fight my cageon the walland on my skinI feel fireso deep withinwith this sorrowI start to cryI've lost allI made you dieforget me notdidn't you say?it sounded easyin a strange wayforgettingis what I cravedenyingthat I'm your slavea heart beatsand it withersa heart bleedsoh... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Unlock: 3 of 26
whispering through the doorwaypeaking through my keyholehe wants me and I know itbut I won't let him in easilyhe's cursing under his breathhis heart beating against his cheststaring at my hips and thighsI'm working towards his demiseI slide the key down my shirthis chest so tense, it starts to hurtmy hands follow where he's p... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Life lessons: 50 of 360
-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 not... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Fantasy: 26 of 168
FantasyIn this darkened nightwith the howl of the wolvesand moon shining brightwe're alone at long lastas I slither closerI wouldn't in the pastyou turn, looking at meshyly, I glance awayI'm reeling you in slowlysurprised, you try againhistory repeats itselfas I do what I did thenfrustrated, you pull closerI gasp, but expecte... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: A day in my life: 63 of 390
-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 getting li... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Guilt: 10 of 57
Knowing I'm wrongfor all I've doneI'm feeding my guilt once moreKnowing I've liedand made you cryMy guilt devours my own soulI've hurt myselfand what about?This guilt is bigger than IEven now, when I've done nothingMy mind tells me I've caused sufferingand, slowly, I can feel the guiltit's eating away at me entirelyI wish the... More..