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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: A day in my life: 9 of 390
Wake up cursingstart to coughPeaceful sleep did not come knockFirst smoke to blowFirst cup of joe Don't know why I even clockthe hours I spend at workAnother billcomes in the mailMy first born son has gone to jailThe rabbit diedMy daughter criedDon't know why I even failI think I started thereMy wife is hereWith her smileFor ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The death of loving: 1 of 28
She turned the last pageand wrote to the endclosed the book pressed against her heart these many days.No words or deedsor flood of tears,or sword of honor,once used in betrayalno sonnet or song,sweet perfume of rose,or box of sweets thattaste like heaven,no call of trumpet,could stay the coachwith blackened windows,pulled thr... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Get over it: 1 of 18
When you've finally had enoughof drugs,and alcohol,of the chase for sex,the intense quest for powerand all the money you can make,and you look at the voidthat all these things filled, giving your life some sense of purpose,because it does, yes it does, and after you've given all that upbecause it is not fullfilling (and it ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Your way: 7 of 80
One to six its going to be my wayif its not I'll cry all daySeven to eleven I'll think about it someBut at the end it's my way alonetwelve to fifteen I'll listen to what you sayBut I'll be sixteen in just a few daysSixteen I got my license you seeit's your way until you hand me the keysSeventeen's the sameA car's the name of ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Hunger: 9 of 95
My friend was here again todayhe wakes me up when he's ready to playI try to sleep a little longerBut he rumbles around and tugs on me strongerMy other friends and cousins and brothersall have the same friend and he wants many othersWe all talk to him and ask him to leavebut he stays to visit each day of the weekWe go outside... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Good-bye: 13 of 132
Day moves into dusk,water swirls into drains,words escape into the air,pain fades away.Checks are in the mail,cars are out of gas,the pack is out of cigarettes,you're walking to the mall.Rain turns to snow,the heater's running low,you lost your job again,Social Services is closed.Always bright before,never goodbye before a fa... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: I hear you: 14 of 142
Don't look at me that way!What did I say?Impudent child!I hear you,You're angry.Why can't you be like your cousins?Don't you talk back to me!Unruly child!I hear you,You're embarrassed.Clean up this mess!You're no good for me now!Why did I have you?I hear you,You're regretful.Don't talk at the table!Put your hands in your lap!... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Always: 15 of 151
Always in my heartthere lies untold feelings through my eyes the truth apart of myself alone feeling,the aching in my soul that cries unspoken pain and reeling,crushing all my sorrow belies all your comfort and healing.Now empty I wait until I'm filled not repeating past books' leaf the anguish of loss a moment I've stilledbu... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pay day: 6 of 55
Pay day is here again the pittance for hard workI used to say I'm grateful for my jobnow why do I say that?Society at large in America is following a thoughtkeep your head down just be thankfuland "Get 'er done!" - what a bunch of rotEveryone says sure we should live in a nationWhere each excepts everyone elseBehind backs the... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dear love: 2 of 18
Dear Love,I think it's not too nicethat I must sneak up in the night and when I do you like to runto keep me from having too much fun.Dear Love,You can, oft times, be something very hard to seeand me dressed in nature's decorYou run from me 'cross leafy floor.Dear Love,I muse and then I ponderback and forth as I begin to wond... More..