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I turned 30 a couple of months ago and while I know for some this is just another year, for me it has been quite difficult to accept another decade ticked away. I'll get back to you on this, when I'm not feeling old, useless, and stuck in a rut.

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love unrequited: 26 of 399
To Amuse Fragile little flower My strength wilting away Clock ticks by the hour The sunshine turns to grey I'm here to amuse you I put on fake smiles No one sees my shame But tears no longer hide From this aching pain I'm here to amuse you Look in my face You hide behind your lies Pull my puppet strings Watch my crying eyes ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Falling in love: 53 of 614
Him & Me He's ready to fly I'm ready to crash He's pushing away I'm pulling him back He's avoiding my eyes I'm pleading with cries He's telling me no I'm not letting go He's kissing me sweetly I'm loving him deeply He's thinking about me I'm making him see He's touching my flesh I'm whispering yes He's losing his fears I'm d... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Lust: 124 of 320
Temptation: The lord said, "lead me not", yet I beg for him to guide me. His chocolate eyes are inviting, and they stare at me with a knowing that burns to my soul. I long for him to be a sweet puppy, that I may pamper and adore, but he is a dog on the prowl. I am his meal, and he devours me with lips as soft as rose petals.... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Who I am: 149 of 364
Invisible Me: I pass by like a shadow, or an unfelt breeze. I am most often unseen by this world. My heart is black inside. I try to cling to reality, but insanity feels so inviting. I want to let go of all that weighs me down in this dreadful life. I long to open my eyes, and feel the rain on my naked flesh while I dance in... More..
Parenting & Pregnancy > Baby Developmental Stages Bookworm babies: Tips to create a life-long love of reading in your child: 5 of 12
A hundred zillion years ago, when I was in the third grade, I had a magical librarian who helped me enter the beautiful world of books, and I have always wanted to do the same not only for my own children, but every child. I believe early reading is a key to finding a lifelong joy in books. From the moment I learned I was pr... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Who am I?: 32 of 63
In sitting down to describe myself, my identity, I realized that I am more complicated than I had anticipated. I think like many mothers, I define myself most often by my children and their accomplishments. I am more proud of them, and more in love with them with each passing day, but they are their own persons. I have my ow... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Fixing the heart: 28 of 52
LOVE'S GRACE Lady Love please cast your mercy upon me, and let me forget his face. Don't let me remember his angelic voice, and how sweet his soft lips taste. Give me the strength to deny his charming eyes, and his gentle hands upon my waist. Lady Love please mend my aching heart with your kind and healing grace. More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Losing love: 51 of 84
When your life starts out going Down the track you choose Something always seems to get in the way baby You wake up each morning and read the news But there's only bad news today Things started out so easy We were so in love I never wanted to be away from you But time seems to change The things that we love I know my dear, t... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Challenges of love: 154 of 252
Too Young Optimistic cravings raw with childlike naivet She's still too young Silky hair brushing upon bare chest She's still too young Lips moist with lust connecting breath She's still too young Hearts beating in rhythm of passion She's still too young Bodies reaching sculpting together She's still too young Hungry flesh f... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Prison: 27 of 40
Desolate Hallways I walk down these hallways So desolate and alone I explore the dark corridors That I now call home I don't know what possessed me To do what I did But why do they blame me They should blame him I was stricken with anger And torn apart with pain They all say I'm crazy They claim I'm insane I remember the det... More..