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About me - Emily Elizabeth Ellis

"I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody too?
Then there's a pair of us - don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.

How dreary - to be - somebody
How public - like a frog,
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog."

~A fellow Emily

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Resurrection: 4 of 74
FORSAKEN I take a step-my first alone, The children wonder why. I hope my sorrow doesn't show: They do not see, they cannot know That I must go to die. From shadows I must take my leave Toward darkness deeper still. They'd try to stop me if they knew- They would not realize, as I do, This is my Father's will. Forsaken now, I... More..
Arts & Humanities > Literature (Other) Should books have ratings like movies to warn parents about inappropriate content?: 3 of 48
The very first book I thought of when I saw this question was the book "Wicked" by Gregory Maguire. I saw the musical "Wicked" about four years ago with a group of kids from my high school, and I liked it so much that my parents went and bought me the book for Christmas. Now, don't get me wrong - the book was very well writt... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Dark stories: 46 of 662
IRIS Blink. Breathe. Don't say a word. What a burden to be human, what a toil to live in this mortal flesh, shackled by matter and time! To depend on this icy air to fill my lungs every moment-in, out, and in again, stinging. To keep reminding my own heart to beat: how wearisom. How utterly dreary. I can now see why the Grea... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Testimonies: Is there shame in being a virgin?: 1 of 14
A very good friend of mine recently celebrated her 21st birthday. As to be expected, almost everyone at the party was getting drunk - what else is there to do at a 21st birthday, right? I am not much of a drinker myself, not because I believe it is immoral or I think that I'm above all that, but simply because I hate the fee... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Society: 24 of 281
Oh Humanity-you great illogic! So pleased with all your tricks and tempered wiles, So eager to turn slavement out from slavery, You'd bind the land and sea in soulless stiles. You long for what your eyes can never see, While yet you hate the light that penetrates it- For that is what you always strive to be: To mold, create;... More..
Religion & Spirituality > Speculations & Criticisms Identifying the Spirit: 1 of 7
"She raised one hand and flexed its fingers and wondered, as she had sometimes before, how this thing, this machine for gripping, this fleshy spider on the end of her arm, came to be hers, entirely at her command. Or did it have some little life of its own? She bent her finger and straightened it. The mystery was in the inst... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Trust: 13 of 86
Again, this old heartbreak. Again, I must fake A smile around others; I know I've made a mistake, But I don't deserve this. I think I've missed The cause of this anger; as I reminisce, I remember our good times, And the bad times As well, when I was there with you - I feel I have no crimes Worthy of disdain. Why must I remai... More..
Arts & Humanities > Meaning of Life The quest for truth and the meaning of life: 7 of 40
A few months ago, in the middle of writing my book, I stopped. I suddenly couldn't speak - I suddenly looked at the computer screen in front of me and thought, "Why? Does it really mean anything?" I couldn't write anymore for a while after that. What is it about humans? Why do we always have to have a meaning? When we are yo... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Struggle in life: 199 of 915
So sad. So sad. There's nothing. Nothing to write or say or think Belief is so elusive My heart gasps, choking longing To write, something anything Nothing. This state disgusts me: My life, so lonely, empty. I hate you for leaving me alone like this. We used to talk, I was there, you were there, I was glad to talk. Now I try... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Writing: 125 of 505
MAKE-BELIEVE Is there an honest poem here? What is the good? What can it be, To write these words for you and me When you are nowhere near? Such pretenses, such faulty plays. Am I a William? - far too bold! Or Thomas with his trousers rolled? It's Alfred, I believe, today. You see these words that I recall, You read them, ta... More..