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I'm a college student who just transfered to a four year college. Currently I'm pursuing a major in creative writing and English. i have only been writing poems and short stories for about a year.I hope you have the same amount of fun reading my poems as i

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Unlocked: 1 of 43
From ashes to life and dusk to knight:Ticking minute's soundOff the old mans watchThat was all that was left of the livingIn our groupmy leaderOur brotherthe one with staffcalled outOld man rise upBecome young once moreNo longer do the chains of deathWeigh you downCome join our ageless posseYou are one of us nowLady Fair has ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Alcoholism: 4 of 82
A ginger man made of clay has a word to say to the great drunken sage who runs through life in a stumbling daze Here goes - there goes the fool first left- than right then forward and backwards Spinning around he greedily downs everything in sight getting drunk on the bitter sweet toxins of life his thirst never quenched gre... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Walking: 3 of 32
WalkAround here the flicking of a bicIlluminates ghoulish facesPuffing sweet blue cigar smokeThat lingers in a cloud around us.Bull frogs throat their songAs crickets play violinsFor all who care to listen.We walk.Along a seemingly dead quiet roadAn occasional car thunders byIts red tail lights lighting up the night sky.We st... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Running away: 9 of 90
Lets runawayLets runaway to a land that is farawayA land that flows with milk and honeySo that we can avoid this unhappy tragedyThat we are being forced to playThough our plan had meritIt was fool hearted at bestAnd it would have been usThat was killed not theySo let's runaway to a land that is farawayA land that flows with m... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Hunger: 10 of 95
Masons dog: Tick tockTick tock-RingGoes the masonsAlarm clockHe hits the alarmWith a sweeping blowknocking it on the floorThrowing back the coversAnd slipping his feetInto his rabbit fur slippersHe gets up half a sleepThen falls back into his bedAnd tries his best to settle his headHis dog who knowswhen she is to be fedgets u... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Because of society: 4 of 38
Let him be:Watch the young boyAs he runs to and froPlaying in the spring airDoes he knowWhat his life will be likeWhen he is older?Does he knowAbout the hardshipsAnd pains of living?No he doesn't.Good!Nobody tell him.Let him playIn the moist spring ground.Let him dig aroundTo find those brown juicy wormsThat he plans to show ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: This isn't a love story: 2 of 14
Happily ever after:Motioning with his gunHe said up on your feet sonWith tears running down his faceThe young man stands to his feetAnd stares angrily at the smoking gunHeld in the older man's handShe had to die son as so must youFor both of you disobeyed the lawsSet in place by the merciful crowOnce I'm through with youI wil... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Late night thoughts: 3 of 18
Peace and quiet quivers in the early hours of Monday morningWhile the ash gray clouds in the sky give the night a ghoulish glare.A moth flutters by my head dancing to a beautiful noteAs I write these words down with my blue paper mate pen.The crickets are chirping and a owl hootsAs a skunk scours for food in the lawn across t... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Chaos: 7 of 41
Chaos now reigns supreme:Clashing annoying noise spews outfrom the mouths of the ordinarieswho are in a meeting of the utmost simple paranoiathat struggles and grasps for the snappingwhips of western civilityLet loose those whips you ordinariesLeave them be and watch themFly wild and freeAs chaos reign now beginsWinds blow in... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Seeing beauty: 21 of 110
White ballroom dressResting my weary bodyBeside the great oak treeMy breath is taken awayBy the wondrous beauty that I seeThere stands a goddessIn the wheat field in front of meShe has flowing white hairThat whips in the windHer eyes are as blue as the oceanOn a clear summers dayHer lips are a lustful strawberry redAnd her bo... More..