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I am 25 years old and I am passionate about writing. Ever since I was a little girl, I loved writing science fiction stories, poems, biographies, non-fiction narratives - anything that I could think of to entertain myself. I would write things for other people

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Addiction: 30 of 329
That evil sheet of darknessSwept across the land.I watched it as it roaredAnd took me by the hand.I had not seen it coming,Although I knew I should.It left me lying helpless;Disposed of all that's good.Some, they didn't make it.The temptation just too strong.How can darkness cloud the mindTo what I know as wrong.The land then... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Always and forever: 4 of 37
Forever isn't just for now; A little, then it fades.Forever is eternity, And counting all the days.Forever is a promise Of love; so blind, so true.Forever is 'til angels fall Or how long I will love you.Forever is a wish; A dream that's so unkind.Forever is a contract; An image of the mind.Forever's until the sun grows cold, ... More..
Health & Fitness > Substance Abuse Recovery from substance abuse: 4 of 27
Recovering from substance abuse is no easy feat. It is a tumultuous battle, filled with ups and downs, happiness and sadness. In order to do it, you have to take a long, hard look at yourself in the mirror and be okay with what you see. Many people do many unspeakable things while under the influence of drugs and alcohol. So ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Drug addiction: 52 of 303
I watch the snow as it gently falls on all the mistakes I've made.Covering, hiding, concealing them until the wrongs have been outweighedby beauty and passion, masked in hopefor all the world to see.I punched, I kicked, but the door would not budgeuntil I found the key.With disdain, I turned the knoband gave the door a shove.... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Death of a loved one: 104 of 599
FORMTears frozen; unable to move.Gramma please come back!I want to watch you sleep again.I long to see you nap.My heart just shattered on the floorOf this white and lonely room.On this sunny Monday morning,A family met its doom.Remember when we went to the park?You sat and watched me play.I'm not too sure if you're awareI thi... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My pain: 28 of 152
Carnage rejuvenated.Black pain crawlinginto the depths of sinister evil.Blanketed by desperation.The raven sings his knell.Long pillars lead down to Hell.Insufferable beliefs,swept away like petals; tarnished.Soothe me now,the ever-pounding sea.Pessimistic emptinessdredged beneath the tides.Saddened circumstance; delightful,i... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life's journey: 62 of 307
Horror-ridden excellenceawaits her every move.Hiding behind those curls of angstwith nothing left to prove.So shattered, yet so beautiful;her sullen eyes so blue.Pleading her case to the 12 Angry Men,to whom justice seems untrue.Magnified tragedy calling her;whispering loudly through the night.Clinging on to bludgeoned faithu... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Overdose: 3 of 12
Why am I lost in a world once found?I feel so alone, like no one's even there.But I must stand strong, to my life I am bound.I stare out the window, lost and down.Just as the trees, who once again are bare.Why am I lost in a world once found?My heart aches for a home, so painful a pound.Why is no one listening? Why don't they... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Inner struggles: 149 of 531
The best is yet to come,they say.Like tone-deaf choirslying wildly.Sinking, so slowly I'm sinkingdown and out.A painful case of quicksandsilently killing.Redeem I must, I tell myselfso quietly.I cannot wake the Dragon.He holds me.Walking on eggshellsreligiously.Cursing the past becomes me.Cynical tirade.Happiness; the bitter ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Repeating history: 7 of 21
How can people be so stupid?Sometimes I just wonder why.It only takes words to drive people crazy.Crazy enough to wish people die.Just think of the weapon which we ourselves have created.And think of how easily it can destroyThe dreams and hopes of those around us.The key to extinction is communication.If there were no words,... More..