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I love words. I have the utmost respect for those that can turn simple everyday words into something beautiful; which is why I am obsessed with music and when I hear a song I love I can't stop playing it over and over and over and over and over and over...well

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Reflecting on your life: 3 of 195
If a room is 12X12, it is measured in feet Yards, meters, and miles measure the street Milk comes in gallons-this nobody questions But nobody asks how we measure successes Some seem to think, its the money we've spent Wasted on indulgence when some can't pay their rent Some measure by numbers with whom they've made love When... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Waiting: 4 of 180
Waiting I'm waiting for a day Waiting for a feeling Waiting for my time to come For something I've been needing Waiting to get swept away Waiting for the meaning Waiting for a rush of faith For something that seems fleeting Waiting for a sense of calm For time to stop repeating Waiting for a simple sign For me to stop retrea... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pain from love: 55 of 917
Love grows and changes Butterflies are fleeting Love turns into life And he becomes your soul; beating Blood is the color of love There are no guarantees Your hand in the fire Your heart bleeds Blessed with love Cursed with wonder Happiness in a brief moment Heart broken asunder And in your last moment You still will confess... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Trust: 6 of 86
Trust Just one tear rolls down my face But the one alone speaks 1,000 words I dream of an undiscovered place A place where my tear is heard I hope to find that place in you A place I have searched for for years A place that knows my heart is true And there would be no more need for tears My heart screams hoping you'll listen... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Friendship vs. love: 3 of 32
Feather of Freedom We said hello with a smile Just a momentary glance Nothing all that special A meeting by chance An instant connection Like two destined friends Little did I know You'd be a means to an end Broken and not breathing A disabled bird My feather of freedom Not seen or heard You picked me up without knowing You ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life's journey: 39 of 307
Crayons, ice cream, dandelions, cartoons Cupcakes, barbies, ribbons, balloons A tiny little bubble was the size of my world Just being introduced to a new little girl Too much to play with, not much time to think The world covered in bows and wrapped up in pink Pimples, braces, ratted and crimped Dances, best friends, crushe... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections on real life heroes: 39 of 169

Hero? Hero? My 4 year old nephew would describe a masked man with a cape and a "neat" symbol on his chest. I would look right back into his big innocent eyes and see a tiny little hero in his own right. Born premature through a distressed birth. Surgery at the age of 4 to correct various medical problems. Days later flying a... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Faith: 116 of 277
Don't Shed a Tear for Me Don't shed a tear for me I only ask that you pray Because faith is found within us And I must find my own way... Your faith is a barrel of mustard seeds While I am still trying to harvest just one But at least the struggle continues And I rely everyday on the sun I may never feel it as strongly as yo... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Challenges of love: 117 of 252
The Tempest Standing in a rain storm Darkness falls behind Waters showers, rain drops Falling to the ground The drops play a melody Countless drops fall Each in line with one melody But telling so many different stories A calming steady melody With an occasional flash of light An occasional frightening clap But mostly balanc... More..
Health & Fitness > Emotional Health & Wellbeing Recovering from low self-esteem: 15 of 32
I have been slowly learning to love myself for my entire life. I have good days and bad days. Not quite sure what makes one better than the next. I suppose it starts with a "bad hair day" or, as a woman during certain times of the month, we have our "fat days". I'm not quite sure when the sun sprays over my bed in the mornin... More..