Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dreams

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I hate it when dreams make me cry when I dream about the past when they make me feel bad but I'm not sure why when the things that I dream never lastI hate it when I think dreams are real when I dream of guilt, regret and sorrow when I dream of false hope, things I never really feel when the things I dream leave me empty and ... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Anger

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ALLEVIATE AND BREATHETaste the fury and choke back the blood,Swing with your fists, don't think before you act.This is a chance to step out of your skinOnce you've felt, you'll never go back.Stuck in a prison of everyday routine,The days tick by with the same simple drear.Caught in a box, gagged and chained,Barely born yet bu... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Loneliness

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And now I'm left alone,In the cold and in the snow,Angry at the questionsAnd hating what I know. More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Cloudy skies

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SHADOW SKETCHESThe sky fades blacker,So dark I don't know what to do.But in my mind I have this feelingThings would be brighter with you.The shadows are little sketches of my disappointment,Their blurred edges, uncertaintyEtched across my thoughts.Can you really be doing this to me? More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Death of a loved one

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The warmth of your skin kept me safe,The feel of your breath against my neck kept me smiling.You were the oxygen that gave me life but now my breath has gone.I'm choking, crying myself to sleep.And this sleep will last forever but my tears won't cease to fall.You cannot be saved but you can be joinedAnd all that I ask is that... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Finding God

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MY GOD IS LOSTWhy am I always waiting?Waiting for a godSomeone to depend onSomeone I can love.Staring in the mirrorWaiting for a changeSearching for an answerA solution with no strings. More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Weekends

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FRIDAY NIGHTSSitting on park benches,Battling with the cold,Searching for your glovesAnd avoiding the journey home.Eyes wide, mind numbed,Sky turning, bright to dim,There's drink, there's drugsAnd then there's him.You're closed throated,Tight stomached,Nervous but acting calm.And failing, badly.He's just as badThough it's eas... More..

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