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My name is Lizzy Lamke.
I began writing when I was only 10 years old with my first book of poems, "The Sound of You".
From there on my teacher told me that I had a magestic sence for poetry and creative writing. From then on i began writing about crushes I

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Fear: 28 of 305
Where I Belong I look out And I can see everything Without a doubt This is where I belong I love it here It feels good to be free To live without fear This is where I belong The destine roads of fate Of which I've traveled so long Have opened up this gate This is where I belong The fences outside Look better than bars I no l... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Saying goodbye: 132 of 454
Start over I'm going away And forgetting it all It's soo hard for me to live All the confustion And lie after lie Every last drop of love I can give A time now I want To settle in peace To be friends or nothing at all But theres this one thing left That I cannot forget It's what led to this terrible fall One thing is said Ot... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Best love poems: 199 of 568
The One I choose My time is here So let me think To choose from the possible few But to be with the one I aspire the most Is a dream that I wish would come true My heart tells me one My head another I just don't know what I shall do My love is so great And I don't know why O how I wish I could tell you the truth I wish I cou... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Loneliness: 251 of 579
If I were Gone Empty and alone I wonder about my life Is it really worth the effort Of battling through this strife Everyone I once knew Has gone and left me astray I wonder if they'd notice If i were gone the next day Maybe I'll run away from it all Though physically I must stay It's hard 'cause life's so depressing Living ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Confused by love: 148 of 311
The One My time is here So let me think To choose from the possible few But to be with the one I aspire the most Is a dream that I wish would come true My heart tells me one My head another I just don't know what I shall do My love is so great And I don't know why O how I wish I could tell you the truth I wish I could tell y... More..
Hobbies & Games > Kids Crafts Soda bottle volcanoes as a great craft for kids: 1 of 1
Have you ever had your child come home from school and tell you how they made paper machete volcanoes, and wanted to make one their selves? If so, you probably thought that it would never happen, and tell your child no because of the mess. But, there is a way to make it fun, and clean! What you will need is an empty 2-liter ... More..
Education > Education (Other) Should all school pupils be made to learn at least one foreign language?: 12 of 23
No. I think children these days have less freedom to choose their schooling ideas. Yes it will help very much in life to learn another langage, but what if their future career has NOTHING to do with public communications. For example, there was a time in my life when I wanted to become a writer. I was enrolled in a spanish c... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Spring: 124 of 200
In the Eye of Spring The wind is flowing softly The trees are over head Some birds are fluttering all about With their wings glistening red Leaves are reappearing Flowers are ready to burst All nature ahs survived After winter doing its worst In the sky are clouds As white as can be Beautiful melodies are heard all around Fr... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The reason for my tears: 58 of 92
Tears aren't enough anymore. I'm going away And forgetting it all ITs soo hard for me to live All the confustion And lie after lie Every last drop of love I can give A time now I want To settle in peace To either be friends or nothing at all But theres this one thing left That I cannot forget It's what led to this terrible f... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Man of my dreams: 50 of 74
You and Me if dreams of him were like a song id fill the ocean all night long the sound of my voice would carry on till the morning rose to meet the dawn to see his eyes and cheering smile makes my dreaming more worth while but theres so much more i wish i could say and it runs through my mind everyday "All i want is to be w... More..