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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Hate

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(Hate is My Father ) Hate is what I feel for you. Or is it too strong of a word? You may think so, but I think it's perfect. When I think of you, I lose my mind. I feel this heat crawling all over my body, from the top of my skull to the tips of my toes. I can feel my heart racing, my blood pumping, my head throbbing with th... More..

Creative Writing > Memoirs Testimonies: Self-injury

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To cry is to make me feel good, but to cut is to make me feel better. Yes I admit at one point in my life I use to cut myself quite often when I was deeply upset about something. It all started when I was in seventh grade. I was outside talking with one of my friends and she had just finished breaking a coke can in half. I l... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Vampires

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(The Vampire that loves you) His eyes are dark.They remind me of a void, a black hole that I could get lost in.His touch is gentle, it's ever so soft that the sensation is like velvet.His speech is fluent,his voice is always heard over a crowd of a noise.His hearing is precise,you may be the quietest of creatures but never f... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: I miss you

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Everything was going so well.. I didn't think my life could end up like hell... One minute I'm living the highlight of my days The next moment everything passes by me in a haze. I can't seem to focus straight. I just can't seem to concentrate. These screams in my head won't leave me alone.. My heart is weighed down by heavy ... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Double standards

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Wendy is her name, and to play with a man's heart is her game. She messes with your mind and after that, it is only a short time till she can finally take over. Takes complete control and works you just by leaning over your shoulder. She lures you in like a Siren in Homer's novel. She'll force you to listen to her song, next... More..

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: When you say you love someone

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The first day I saw you I knew it was meant to be, deep within my soul I saw you spending the rest of your days with me. My arms tightly around your waist, with our hands interlaced. My lips would press against yours, your smell is something I can't ignore. Your smile sends a rush through my body, and your voice has the swee... More..

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