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About me - rainbowgirlx

In every job that children shirk
There is an element of work.
You find the work and...SNAP
The job's a drag.

I'm afraid I can't explain me.

A human by nature is too complex to be defined.

Or I at least haven't found said words yet.

C'est la vie I guess.

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Following your heart: 15 of 60
No-one follows their heart anymore No-one but the little children. Your head will get you places, But your heart only gets you hurt. That's what they told me. My heart cries and screams against The decisions of my head. It curls up small in the dark place inside me Because my heart's choice Is not permissible to my head. More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: A math mystery: 3 of 12
Test Destroyer' Suspects: Charlotte Wright Albert Stone Sue Locket Thomas Jones The maths test papers were completely ruined, anyone could see that. They had been totally covered in blue ink. You couldn't even read the original questions, there was so much ink covering them. Someone must have crept in before he arrived at sc... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Unicorns: 6 of 22
The unicorn was beautiful - Graceful, proud and free - When the world was young. Before the men came: Covering the Earth with their sickness. Enveloping it. Devouring it. Stripped of it's purpose The earth grew gnarled and twisted. And so did the unicorn. Enslaved and hunted; His magic polluted By the earth's corruption. His... More..
Religion & Spirituality > Christian Holidays & Celebrations Should Christians celebrate Halloween: 10 of 32
Should Christians celebrate Halloween? As a child I was never allowed to go trick or treating with the other children of the village, and I felt this horribly unfair. My parents are firm Christians and since the days when they banned me from going out to celebrate Halloween with the other children I have realised that their ... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: A music mystery: 10 of 24
Don't be a Diva' Suspects: Mr Krangle Sara White Brendan Peck Amanda Vakouski Annabelle Meadows, star of the theater's new show, lay dead in the large plush chair of her private dressing room. Blood oozed slowly from the wound in her skull. The police had been called. I was called in to investigate. As soon as I got there I ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Remembering love: 72 of 164
I remember your smile, Your eyes holding mine from across a room. I remember your scent, As familiar as my own body, drawing me in. I remember the feel of your hand in mine, Enveloping it totally, keeping me safe. I remember the strength of your arms around me. I loved you, I remember that. You don't forget a thing like that. More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Endurance: 16 of 33
Beautiful temptation, My forbiddon fruit. Do you know How you torture me? Haunting my thoughts, Everpresent. Though I fight it; Pushing you away from me Every day Every hour Every minute. If I were different, Was what I am not I would love you, Worship you, Be your slave and Give you the world. Come hell or high water You'd ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Good-bye, my love: 38 of 74
Hold me tight my darling one, Until the morning light; Until the sun's rays fill the sky And you flee with the light. Keep me safe my darling one I only see by night; Who loves me through the moonlit hours, Until the morning light. Stay with me my darling one Don't leave me with the light. My poor, darling, cursed one Who on... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Unlock: 14 of 26
The dagger-key? Yeah, I know Where it leads. A place full, Full to the brim. Full of whispers. Full of howling. Departed thoughts, Lost feelings. Screaming silence, Voids of chatter. Shards of something I thought Unbreakable. A thousand words You never heard. A million tears You never saw. I don't remember giving you the key... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Waiting: 106 of 180
Last year you were with me I remember Sitting beside you in the sun Wishing The day would never end. It was so peaceful then, I remember your face, Clear of everything. Just smiling In the sunshine. Of course, That was before Her. Things changed. You drifted away And I didn't even fight. Now The sun doesn't shine. Locked in ... More..