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I'm 24, love the sky, hate betrayal, love music, hate the idea of segregation and negativity caused by extremism, heavy politics and all sorts of jumped up authoritarianism and i love the idea of letting go and feeling free. Writing means the world to me.

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Memories: 14 of 539
The Exchange of WordsWe journeyed down past avenuesVentured to secret landsSpoke of truths and talesThat no other could understandWe entered each others mindsIn seek of a peace that each desiredTo help our souls rest easyAnd grant the closure we both requiredWe laughed with tears in our eyesThat none could see, but both could... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Ups & downs: 1 of 24
The StruggleA lifetime ago she walked with a smile, embarked on a journey, a new lesson each milePlanning each step, using ambition as her guide, with strength in her heart and faith by her sidePassion would drive her, success was the goal, a permanent smile, a humble soulHow foolish she was, how detached and naive, to dream ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The unsaid word: 1 of 18
IdiosyncrasyFingertips mark distinctionAnd still we share the nightHolding hands with hopeTo set the world alightThe Sun it shines above our headsShimmering on the surface of concrete soulsThe Moon it accentuates silhouettesThat guard our mechanized rolesAnd by design we forge encountersWhich we then battle in spoken wordAnd ... More..
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Housework: 4 of 41
Housework is defined in the dictionary as, "the work of cleaning, cooking etc., to be done in housekeeping." Personally, I think the following should be added; "a term frowned upon by many!"Generally, there is a lot of negative stigma associated to housework mainly because most people perceive it as hard work with not much re... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Our song: 2 of 15
CrawlingSo here we are now, you and IJust a box of memories and a set of pictures in our mindsAgainst the current, we're trying to wade throughBut inside oh inside we know we're beaten black and blueCos the dreams are hauntingThe days turning coldAnd I wish I could have youBuy back those feelings i soldCos the wounds are stil... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: A blank life: 5 of 28
Wake Me UpWhat do I need to do to reach out to you?The screams don't seem to be loud enoughLosing my mind,Sleep has become a distant dream far from my reachI don't even recognize my own voiceYearning for a heartbeat other than my own,Or is mine merely a figment of my imagination?Frustration leaves my palms bruised,My appetite... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Family: 44 of 182
For all the tales I have tellThis I choose to shareA tale of the most beautiful loveBuilt on unity and careThe love of a mother so pure and so realThat she conveys with a natural flairThose open arms and endless hugsSo irreplaceable, beautiful and rareThe love of a father reliable and strongOn him you can always dependWhoever... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Suffering: 27 of 82
Any Pain...Any pain that I feel,I keep it insideAny troubles I have,I aimlessly hideAny bridge that I cross,Is merely mine to decideAll the days I'll despise,Will be days that I criedAll the roller coasters in life,I openly rideAll my anger can flow,Like an ocean lets its tideAll the faults in our lives,We cover with prideAll... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dark poems: 569 of 1317
Cocaine Dreams Part 1.So run, run riot down my mesolimbic reward pathway and journey to the depths of my soul.Consume me whole and send me to hell with a smile on my face.My guardian, my saviour, my angel of death, you shall not rest til you take my very last breath.Hallucinations and anxiety, voices sing and pain they bring,... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Mistaken identity: 37 of 82
TranslucentI'm awake when I am dreamingI sleep throughout your daysA paradox so abstruseAn esoteric hazeOne day I am at peaceAnd serenity charges my soulThe next I succumb to rageAnd anguish consumes me wholeWalking on a tight ropeHow long will my balance last?For experience has taught meThat life is but a farceThrough loss I... More..