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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pain: 5 of 379
The cool winter breeze whispers across her soft angelic face.She remains there quiet and alone in the forest.With closed eyes, she embraces the cold.She wants to feel it surround her slowly with passion.She wants to dream of more than just happiness.She wants to accompolish more than what her father thinks of her.As she stand... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Reflections of reality: 2 of 76
A sunshine's drop The bubblegum pop A flying blade of grass Happy people in the mass The people love, the people stroll No lives are lost, nothing paid at the toll Everything is well and as it should The people share and everything is understood The roads are known The truth is always shown Here the dream is a reality But thi... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Pain in life: 7 of 40
Shed these desires and embrace this final let down.Say that you love me because I need it not because you believe it.I want to find you in the hall of art.Where beauty stains a canvas and fades away.I want to pretend your in my arms so I can sleep tonight.Find me waiting for you with dying flowers.The adventure through time ... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Pain from love: 34 of 107
Shed these desires and embrace this final let down.Say that you love me because I need it, not because you believe it.I want to find you in the hall of art.Where beauty stains a canvas and fades away.I want to pretend your in my arms so I can sleep tonight. Find me waiting for you with dying flowers.The adventure through tim... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Beauty: 100 of 280
If only for this moment: Our feet splash the sand into a cloud around us as we run across the beach. Her golden hair reflects the setting sun as it brushes gently back and forth. We reach the line between land and sea. We fall to knees and gaze upon the horizon. Bursting colors of orange and red fill our vision. Blissfu... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Growing old: 88 of 190
Time moves as an ocean gently drowning us to the bottom. What are we to do but make the best of this lonely abyss? Adults know and children grow. Change brings the pain that changes lives. But with change comes wisdom. I know not how it feels for a mother to see her baby become a man. I know not what it is like to see ... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Drug addiction: 9 of 15
"Silver Spoons"Here I am again,Standing above my fainted father.His left arm is bleeding; a needle is by his side.My screams of painic penetrate the air.I fall to my knees and take his hand.I beg the heavens not to let him die.Now that I am grown,I see everything the honest way in reality.Furniture went out the front door.My ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Unspoken thoughts: 325 of 526
The world is plummeting into a dark hole.A hole built on oppression, depression, obsession and succession.The police are racking up the causalities which add to the oppression.The governments would rather kill their people rather have a bad name which adds to the depression.People would rather embrace death than to have their... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Remembering: 215 of 267
The strength to remember the drugs.The strength to remember the abuse.The strength to remember the looks of disapointment.No matter how stalwart you believe you are,the pain of remembering will always overcome you.Nothing is more anguishing than looking back at your life.Atleast for me.When I look back,I see this scared boy w... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Through a soldier's eyes: 14 of 17
We all stand this dayWe stand together as brothersWe stand for all we believeWe stand for the idea of freedomWe fight for loveWe fight for our childrenWe fight for our familyWe fight for youEveryday we soldiers are remindedReminded that we wont be going home soonFrom the moment we wake from our dreams,and feel the cold breath... More..