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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Enlightenment: 5 of 188

Clarity Other people's opinions Do not define me! Only undermine My ability To choose The road less traveled. It is they That would prefer That I walked In their paths paved in gravel; By conformists Whose avenues split Everywhere their Political views shift; But you'll never find me Lost on a route like this And indelible m...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Feeling lost: 92 of 652

"Skimming Between The Lines" Drifting, Wind whistling Through a window; Trying to avoid the glare From the passenger seat. What grief Did overcome me When I missed the turn For the off ramp. Mystified by the scenery Of flowing meadows; Distracted, Unable to keep my eyes Between the lines Why didn't I reach over And tell you ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Death of a loved one: 194 of 562

THE COLDEST WINTER EVER I stood outside, In my only suit Amongst a crowd of people I had not known. The air was soo cold That when the wind had blown, Forst scattered Accross the dead grass Like the dust Off a dirt road. The trees resembled Big, brown cracks In overcast skies of stone. And the breeze felt like An icy slap Th...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: On love: 445 of 1171

LOOKING FOR FURNITURE Love, Is like a red couch. You see This one time I went out... Looking for furniture. I had just bought my first house. Walked into the front door Of the furniture store, And there she was In the middle of the show room floor. She had the most beautiful Dark, red tan I ever saw. I stood in awe For a mom...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Desire: 143 of 335

Fire! She consumes me, In her inferno Like a fire through wood; Reaches deep, down, Into my insides And wounds me, Makes me burn so... ...She makes me crumble Beneath her In her ember's tearz, Then she dances on my ashes And disappearz!
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Insignificance: 9 of 20

ICE CUBE Melting, I began to fall apart; Slowly dripping A short life Down a long drain. I'm such a small piece In a big sink, That I barely Left A stain.
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Eyes: 86 of 170

THE THIRD EYE In this world of atheists, God offered me A prophecy. He asked, "What do you need in order to create? And I responded back, "A saddened state... Because Lord I need this pain to see." So he withdrew his sword And aimed at me And said, "Well then, Now, I'm going to make you great!"
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Enemies: 65 of 127

Birds that Prey I flew amongst, A critical flock Who hated to see me Reach the clouds. So the higher I got, The more they watched, And prayed I'd fall And hit the ground.
Arts & Humanities > Thoughts on Writing The debate on whether writers are made or born: 6 of 11

Writers are born today and not made. If a tree falls down in the middle of the forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound? Of course it does, but does anyone care? Heck no! Anyone in this world who can pick up a pen or type two words on a word processing machine is a writer. Anyone who can draw a picture is...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Darkness: 118 of 214

THE DARK HORSE One night, I was riding along a dark road, When I came across a dark grove, And watched where there dark rose. There were no thorns on this dark rose That galloped near the tree line of an opaque sky, Down by the vacant field Where a lake dried. Time had died in this place Where the ground shakes And the wind ...