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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Not fitting in: 1 of 50
I was nerdy- Round glasses, long hair that went everywhere Braces and chubby legs- my nose always in a book Long dark thin t-shirts- couldn't get me in pink My face- a ruddy bumpy mess with early acne at the age of 10 You glanced askance at me on the bus- Perfect hair, made-up fifth grade eyes- Your trendy clothes, active pa... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Saying goodbye: 34 of 454
Waves sometimes i think we're all just ocean waves- drifting closer and farther from each other as the moon changes. people grow apart and crash together- spraying salt-tears 'till they hit the sandy ground and tired, meekly head back out into the storm again never the same. i remember a fire on the water lit the night when ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Experiencing nature: 19 of 230
Tale of the Snow the snow cascades gently over everything in sight the wind whispers it falls in response an echo of a school bell rings in its silent whiteness a little girl comes out she blinks in surprise she picks up a fistful of the crystalline ice she wishes on it throws it to the air it swirls for a moment as a torren... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dancing: 11 of 118
A Different Dance You spin and gyrate, Jazzing your feet in unseen patterns, On this hard tile gym floor. You twirl your own way, Your own beat, Ignoring the thumping vibration, Coming from the loudspeakers. The others follow behind you, And tease you, Sarcastically pretending to be... You, seeing through Or perhaps not even... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Writing: 6 of 54
A beautiful little boy named James Megree recently came to the forefront of literary discussion upon publication of his prodigious first work, Puppy, a collection of short stories he wrote in honor of his dog, Nadine. In most cases, such a work would never have been seen by the public eye, but left in the tattered crayoned n... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Self-reflection: 69 of 485
Declaration I will not flit. I will not fly. Instead, I will stomp my foot firmly on the ground, Move through my life not caring what those people think, I will never not be true to me I am not a flower, bruised by the rain. not a peaceful landscape, calm and green. I am not glass, I will not shatter. Through wind or hail or... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Depression: 164 of 694
depression There is a certain courage in starting the day- In moving each finger and not allowing the clock to spin by. The gray curtains covering her eyes move only with great effort, you know- It's so easy to get lost in the nothingness- the meaninglessness she fills her mind with when every thought chills like ice. Each m... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Paranoia: 10 of 33
Paranoia One guy coming down the street towards me. I turn my head to move to the other side. Four guys from a lawn service moving over there. My neck stiffens and my eyes dart around. Are they checking me out? Stop Looking At Me! Is he summing up what my clothes would sell for in deep dark and hidden spider creeping places?... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Soul Mates: 75 of 246
destiny I drape my arm across your back and Pull you closer to me to where you Gaze at me and I gaze at you And there's a world between That our minds alone create. And as if one person- we crook our lips And laugh in the still night- We make our escape from the rules of the game To that place where joy can be found in A han... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Best love poems: 185 of 568
A Question of Antigone If something were to happen tomorrow, To threaten my life's breath, Would you be my Antigone? Sending a message of hope through me, But sorrow too, as death would carry your signature. A blossoming rose, would you fall in my place? An Alcestis, with no hero to fight off death? Or would you stand and ho... More..