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Laura is a self-taught book cover artist.
Having started her career as a visual-merchandiser,
creating displays for fashion shop chains, Laura has
developed her artistic talent and gone on to produce
some wonderful artwork ranging from pencil sketches
and oil

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Empty pages: 1 of 32

And now the pages are empty. Over my life I have gathered the sentences, of all my wonders and experiences, every single letter, every single word, everything I have ever felt or heard. They've gathered together in the book of life, all the thrills, pain and strife, every little full stop, every little comma, highlighting ev...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Never stood a chance: 1 of 29

The woman on the bike ahead, Was peddling steadily, Her shopping bags hung on the bars, They swung so rhythmically. I walked behind her, Deep in thought, My gut played with a feeling, Then came a sickening distraught. The car was speeding up the lane, I called to her, but she'd not hear, I called to her again so loud, As I h...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Christmas humor: 3 of 65

It wasn't going quite to plan, For Christmas day was looming, Vixen had a dodgy belly, And Prancer needed grooming. Mrs Claus had packed some snacks, To keep Santa's energy up, But, the fruit was off, and cakes squashed flat, And she'd given him, a plastic cup. At last, they went across the night, Hoping it would get better,...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Wolves: 1 of 21

Forgotten song. I watch her from a distance There she sits, upon the hill Silhouetted against the dying sun. Whatever happened to their existence? Whoever caused their blood to spill? And now, what is done is done. On the rise her head lifts The breeze takes the howl adrift As she cries, for the life of her pack. The mournfu...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Falling: 3 of 61

Falling, into your arms, Catch me if I fall, Save my aching heart, I'm spellbound, I enthrall, Bring your arms around, and never part. Falling, into your arms, With a passionate embrace, Lock me to your soul, Deep emotions you replace, I am lost in your control, Falling, into your arms, Your body stands by mine, Hold me, in ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Surrender: 2 of 40

I wave my surrender with white satin sheets. I surrender my love to your voice, your touch, I have no choice as such. But, I want no choice. I surrender under your command, your warm and tender hand, I whole heartedly render my self and life to you.
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Castles: 1 of 20

And now the solitary castle stands amid the wasted lonely lands. Stone walls as cold as ice holding stories from times since. Battles of the land from battles of the hand, and with many bloody endings. Old and decrepit are, the once strong and sound walls, that held many elaborate halls, where inside the noble person resided...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: For you: 6 of 106

Cradled in the arms of Mother. Little one, I live for you, and only you. For you, I will cherish every breath that passes our lips, every beat of our hearts that pounds the chest. For you, I will polish the stars to lighten your darkest night, ask the Moon to greet you. I will tell the birds to sing softly to fill your soul ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: One of those days: 2 of 34

As soon as I opened my eye's, I knew, It was going to be 'One of those days'. Once I awoke, I was freezing the husband had taken the covers no doubt whilst he was dreaming. It was minus three outside, and I wanted to get the covers, and hide. I hadn't even moved to retrieve them when them dog came bounding in, he stood on me...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Satan: 7 of 118

Satan, From the deepest of hell flames of madness lick at my spirit. Do I wait for thine fiery trick? Through my gathering depression thou await my surrender, thou art the culprit. Satan, I will not let thee live within my torn and broken heart, as my soul struggles to cope forever searching for hope, but thee will not consu...