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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Experiencing nature: 7 of 230
The sky melts and smears over the mountainsFog swallows whole the treesThe sun retreats into the shadowsDiscouraged by the great grey earth.Solemn silence hangsLike a noose on the playgroundMoisture fills the airReady to soak hopeful dreamsGoosebumps rise like gravestonesThe chill of aging seeps into boneExcitement yields to ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Natural beauty: 2 of 59
Sweet scent swirlsAnd lifts me awayFrom the burdensome thoughtsOf my world-weary brainGently I riseOn nature's soft wingBlissfully floatingOn the beauty of springLush green fieldsBrighten tired eyesTrees bursting with lifeMelt into miraculous skiesFelt but not seenForce flows through the airAn aura of energyCasts a splendor s... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Life is hard: 1 of 27
Dawn delivers new dayBut the nightmare still remainsIf everything is new thenWhy do i feel the same old painsAnd where laughter once would echoThe silence is shattered by anguished criesThe tears are flooding my lungsEvery hopeful smile withers and diesThe pain flowing through my heartIs heavy and sears into my chestI can no ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The wind: 4 of 96
The gust beginsamong the cloudsbeside the sunwhere stars are foundthe power pureand uncontrolled.The force lies notin waiting thereand flocks arebuffeted by the airwondering how that not seencould be so bold.Still blowing strongit flows robustly downleaving trees tremblingbending toward groundtrue brute strengthawesome to beh... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Greed: 3 of 57
The color of cashHas rubbed off on your handsYour soul now glows green with envySlave to greedy demandsYou reach deep into your pocketAnd surrender a piece of your soulEver eager for a profitYou sell the dreams you stoleThe void it's left inside youCan't be paved with pocket changeSo the well must be dug ever deeperAnd your l... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Morning: 7 of 107
The morning metallicConducting coldHeavy air hesitateswaitsfor the all clear.The secrets of the dayno longer in shadowbut still shrouded in misttheir namesunspeakable.The moisture in the airof tears not yet criedbut they well in your throatin silenceno place to hide.The dawn doesn't burstas much as it bloomsdrifting lazilyout... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Living fully: 4 of 53
How many days have passed you byWhile you frittered away precious time?Seize life and death you'll defy.You've sat on the sidelines with wandering eyeWasting away your precious primeHow many days have passed you by?Mind moored to ground never trying to flyYour lack of imagination a heinous crimeSeize life and death you'll def... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Losing you: 4 of 44
Every time I hugged you harderYou felt my hands around your throatAfraid to let you slip through my fingersBut you saw only a closed fistAnd of all those caring smilesYou saw merely the flash of teethInstead of comfort and warmthMalice and menace bled throughAffection was never my strong suitScarred your heart with my spadeWh... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Coming home: 3 of 25
The journey nears its endHome lies just around the final bendFamiliar feelings flood your soulLike a smile from an old friendBut the expected relief you can't seem to reachA feeling too fleeting to teachYou wonder why native grounds elicit foreign feelingsLike words you can't seem to put into speechThe lack of comfort grates ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Self-image: 19 of 134
Thin as a railA fragile featherPallid skinStretched over a hollow frameGaunt and ganglingAching fiercelyDeadened eyesPaint a portrait of painYet the mirror mocksWith piercing laughterBurying the brokenUnder a heap of blame"Fat and uglyworthless wastea circus freak showfit to be erasedHow can you liveso bloated, tubbyGod-forsa... More..