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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Music: 2 of 153
I can slowly feel the beat making my body dance I can feel it flowing through my feet as I take my stance Is there not a musical sound? that will not make me move around Upon the floor, I let go my stress Drums go through my hands which gives me time to rest As I try to land This rhythm over takes My whole world b... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Freedom: 1 of 22
It starts so suddenly, So carefully That you don't even realize when it's gone When it is all said and done You finally see your freedom Is gone You only had it for little time When you were children there were no limits To how high you could fly There was no reason to be shy No reason to hold you back Until the first at... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Summer rain: 3 of 27
Here it comesAll so slowly comes this rainthis freshness of the seasonWashing away my painCan you taste the blissOf the first summer mistCan you feel the joyOf nature's grolySee it nowHow the wind blows softlyAs the wet melt fills me slowlyEven as I hear the thunder comeIt feels like the storm has just begunBut before you kno... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Broken & lost: 16 of 135
what's going on now? I have lost my mind And now I'm on the prowl They don't know whats going down Where are the lines? I wasn't suppose to cross It's been a long time Since you have been around Now I'm afaird that I am lost More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: A science fiction mystery: 5 of 40
The Forest next to Apple Wood Road The air was fresh with sunlight everywhere. The soft light glistened on Sara's blonde hair, as her sharp green eyes shined in the sun. Today was an early dismissal and Sara's parents didn't really want her to be home until later. Usually she would go to the mall or play video games... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Knowledge: 2 of 13
Beneath the Perfect Woman One stormy night in a miniature, but distant country in the Eastern hemisphere, there was a tale being told. I sat on the cold, wet, hard, stone floor beneath only an aged wooden shelter and listened with my eyes and ears opened wide a... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: In this world: 7 of 44
In this world, there's so many things taking placeOf so great planor some big mistakeWe're trying to find where we belongTaking to find our placeBut sometimes we go wrongAnd we don't know where we standBut on the way,Great things take placeand vital lessons are learned everydayIn this world, you could findThat there are lines... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: About friendship: 53 of 305
How friendship begins Come on, Come on! You can do it now! I'll be there for you until the end We will be best of friends Just don't leave me behind Or this might be the one last line There may be no more time Come on, Come on! You can do it now! I'll be there for you until the end Just let me be your friend ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Children & poverty: 3 of 16
I stand at the end of the line Where there seems to be no more time The end in soon to be here And I can just barely hear The whistle blow Even through, times may be low But I dare not give in For we can still create For there is still time to make I stand at the end of the line Where there seems to b... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Mirrors: 17 of 80
Who's that girl in the mirror with such a familiar face I bet she doesn't know what the world can take What this world can break She stands there with that innocent smile She must be in denial Because of this pain Is there no other way? Than to play this mad game Look at that girl in the mirror She still can stand... More..