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My name is Sander Mekk, Born in Estonia, and raised by a single mother. I love to write poetry, it is one with me. I believe that things happen the way they are supposed to happen and only then when you allow yourself the opportunity to notice this will you

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dreams: 1 of 654
Sinking deeper into my dreams.....Sleep deprived and restlessMy eyelids softly closeBlanketing me like a canopy over glistening starsIn hopes of unlocking a garden of swaying secretsTo a mysterious landWhere senseless thoughts roam free with gleeSinkingDeeperAnd deeperInto my dreams....Pale sands ferociously lap upon a pebble... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Words: 5 of 260
Struggling words......Laying on a back of mossI am torn to be free,Is it a day for my poetOr the man in me?I crave inspirationFrom an ocean up high,Readying for liftoffMy imagination tries to fly.From my overflowing heartTales of love to tell,It's just rehearsed romanceMaking me yell.I desire a golden wordOne of riches bright... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Memories: 11 of 540
Childhood love and first kisses Part 1......I nod awakeas the old coach snakes into a tunnel,enshrouding me in darkness.Within secondsa pinprick of lightreveals itself at one endand expands,popping the trainback into daylight.Trees flash bybar code like,as the train rumbles along.In the distance,a sea of green melts awayrevea... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Infatuation: 1 of 47
Emotional Slave......I am an emotional slaveChained to infatuation,Dream tormented and confusedFrom your poisonous saturation.I desire a way into your eyesWithout them I can never be seen,I am the man across the streetUp in the morning, ever so keen.I have slipped into delusionMissing all the wonders of life,Balancing on edge... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nonsense: 4 of 140
Mad Duck Named Duck........This is my strange little storySo weird, it splits your brain unstuck,For best results, Un-focus your thoughtsAnd follow the journey of Mad Duck named Duck.Born on the Milky WayNaked and green,A scowl on his lipEver so mean.He jumped from star to starAnd free floated through space,A smile didn't cro... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Sisters: 3 of 98
Sister.........You stretch your wingsOf lavender white,Blossoming a vision more pureThan morning light.In an arc above the land,Your feathers trickle down like rain,An ethereal dance of loveTransforming earthly beings in pain.A task of guiding our essence,For only the righteous of heart,This gift within you,Manifested before ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Suicide: 18 of 486
Within this suicideA water droplet pounds downinto a frozen sheet,which has consumed my bathtub.As I lower myself in,it claws at my naked skin,desperate for bone.Shadows taunt and danceacross my bathroom walls,as I grip a red framed picture.My fingertips whiteand numbing throughout,as i squeeze life out of memories.The glass ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Vampires: 8 of 109
Homeless TerrorOnly in the darkness I riseTo a ravenous surpriseIt's the thirstThat makes my bones chatter with hurtAs I push myself up from my bed of dirtThe cold ground covered in a slimy pasteWhere sewer rats scurry by in hastePerturbed at the commotion I always makeMy hunger persistently groansImpatient with constant moan... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: As time goes on: 6 of 66
Taking time.......Childhood momentsUnwilling to change,Since I was hereSo long ago its strange.Grandfathers rocking chairSame old sway,Back and forthSame old way.Creaking consistencyEchoes through us all,Within this old houseA "once upon a time," call.Empty bedroomsI was raised within,To mirrors I pleadTake me back in.Outline... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Magic: 4 of 40
Little hands.......Little hands reaching out to mePulling my heart to ease,Brown eyes of bewildermentAbsorbing everything he sees.His palms oh so smallPressing against my face,Every little finger and toeA wiggle worm race.His laughter twists and moldsA strawberry raisin of joy,I want to never let him goMy cream puff baby boy.... More..