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I am a 28 year old woman living in the East Midlands, UK. I have written poetry for a long time, rather than a diary, I write my life in verse it seems. I also enjoy a good, civil debate in regard to topical issues and am an eternal optimist when it comes

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Secret me: 3 of 50
Laugh a minutesmile so bright,worry if I'llsleep tonight-paint a pictureof the me,I want allthe world to see.Can't explainjust why it is,that I so oftendrown in tears.Darkness bubblesthrough the cracks,heartache reignspanic attacks.So ashamedof my weak heartthat breaks in twoas hope departs.The mind goes blankchest is tight-o... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Suicide: 34 of 486
SurvivalThe world span awayWhen the phone rang that dayEars buzzed as he saidIt's your turn.So I rang for assistance,And ignored my resistance,As words in my head,Start to burn.I called a taxi and waited,So damn agitated,As fear startedTaking control.Can't remember the journey,Just the sight of the gurney,Hammer hearted,It fr... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: At one with the universe: 5 of 41
FreeToes clutch rockRain stings my skin,An amber skyAbsolves all sin.A gentle rumbleFills the sky,And arms stretch outAs if to fly.Waves crash the shoreSo far belowAnd finallyI'm letting go.Damp green earthSmells oh so sweet,Warm and softBeneath bare feet,Raindrops splashAgainst my face,I smile- lost inLife's embrace.The air ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Media: 3 of 16
I see a pictureof a manbeing beaten.In my paperon the busI see his plight.I raise my eyesto share my horror,but no ones looking,too busy thinking'bout their Friday night.I see a pictureof a girlwho is no longer,the apple of herloving parents eyes.I see her faceso clearlygrowing stronger,as death taintsevery memory-all those l... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Facing the past: 23 of 93
Black and BlueHis eyes are dark with furyHer eyes a cornflower hueI am a product of their hopes once,My eyes are black and blueHis doubts became his prisonHer beauty ran him throughI am a witness to such crueltyMy thoughts are black and blueHis passion turned to angerHer love to pastures newI am the keeper of their secretsMy ... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Emotional abuse: 12 of 37
I remember back when I was a teenager, that the term emotional abuse used to be bandied around like a joke in our family, not in a malicious way, just "ooh, I'm gonna call child line and get you done for emotional abuse!" if mum or dad made a crack at our expense. Now I think the term deserves a whole lot more respect, becaus... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Death of a loved one: 197 of 599
SleepI can't close my eyes without seeing youand I can't see you without regretsand I can't do a thing but waittill sleep steals me from my grief.I am sorry for what I can not changeand I'm tired of telling others your agebecause that number isn't enoughand yet it has to be.I hover above your memoryand skim the top of what yo... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Confused by love: 108 of 311
Another midnight met alone,And I'm undone again,With only myself to blame.Didn't I see this coming?Don't I know each sorryMeans only till next time?I wish I could rip the loveI have for youRight out of me.Destroy it, burn it,End it,Perhaps then I will be free.I wish that just once,You could be me,Trying hard not to hopeThat e... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Childhood memories: 208 of 391
Heart StoriesPitter patterSplish splashA dragon flew us home,Chitter chatterHeart storiesSecret worlds to roam.Clitter clatterHooves crash,Through the tiled halls,No matter,Greater glories,Happen after falls.Sword thrusts,Thick dust,Adventure 'neath each word,Raised voices,Dark choices,Wish I hadn't heard.Rain drops,Shouting ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Taking a chance on love: 80 of 129
AjarTangled sheets, of him no sign,Pale walls blush beneath the inquisitive gaze of dawn, spilling all they have seen at a glance (brazen).Passion's passage, strewn across glossy floorboards, lit softly, (striped through blinds not yet fully opened)And for a moment, (a glorious moment) the scene is an installation of love (Lu... More..