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I'm a twenty-six year old male from sunny California (Oranage County) I have been writing for ten or so years, but not all the time, it's hard to find the time most days. Poetry is a passion for me, and if you saw me and knew me you would find it hard to

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Alcoholism: 1 of 110

I have a disease, I think that's what they call it. I used to drink a lot, Yes I'm an alcoholic. I don't go to meetings, but I know the serenity prayer. I found a friend in booze, a friend that was always there. I didn't drink to hide, or to get rid of the pain, I drank to get drunk, and then drank to maintain. I drank until...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Autumn leaves: 2 of 136

Autumn leaves float through the day, across a sky streaked with gray. Streets littered in orange and brown, fallen leaves cover the ground. The trees sway in the breeze, shedding away there dying leaves. The branches bare leaves no more, instead there memorize consume the floor. Children dive in these piles of leaves, playin...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Better days: 1 of 19

Better days are not far way, So lets live for tomorrow. The worst of times will be okay, As we say goodbye to sorrow. It can't always rain, Even though its pouring. Life can't just be pain, That would be too boring. Sometimes Better days, Are few and far between. Just look through the haze, And you'll see what I mean. Better...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Cloudy skies: 11 of 160

Light sheds through darkness, Scattered leaves, Float endlessly. Sorrow turns to laughter, Ears that know no lies, The children's innocent eyes. Erase the pasts wrongs, Gray days, Fade away. Today paints a portrait, I'll hang it in my mind, an original one of a kind. The tables have turned, If it fits, Wear it. Rain falls no...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Stars: 19 of 153

One foot out the door, on my way to so much more. Bigger and better things, like the fulfillment of all my dreams. Everything I've said I've done, floats on as a legend. Just to touch one person, is more then reimbursement. For a few words passed through time, I'll be that star that shines. Shining high above, I'll twinkle w...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Notebooks: 8 of 63

My notebook defines me... You call it a notebook but I beg to differ, to me its like my glass slipper. Its what holds this puzzle together, Its my motivation to try and do better. My notebook defines me... It welcomes you to see, a different side of me. On the outside I paint an portrait of anger, a crazy tattooed mean looki...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Suicidal thoughts: 26 of 197

I am at a loss for words, over everything I've heard. It's become so absurd, this life is for the birds. My heart stopped that day, with nothing left to say. So on my knees i pray, for this life to fade away. I'll stop this fight, as I take my life tonight. It feels so right, as I clench this knife. I hold it in my fist, swi...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: I wonder: 6 of 41

What if the world was perfect.. Would we all be the same? Isn't it our differences, That complicate things? What if the world was perfect.. What would it be like? Would there be war, or even a reason to fight? What if the world was perfect.. Would we all wear heavy smiles? Would we start speaking the truth, and stop living i...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Political humor: 6 of 37

You start off as just friends, You have so many relations with different nations. Like women they let you in, Suddenly the promises begin. You swear you'll always be there, You fake how much you care. Like sex you write treaties, Shaking hands while making plans. Every treaty felt so good it left you wanting more, But accide...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: America: 14 of 73

You start off as just friends, You have so many relations with different nations. Like women they let you in, Suddenly the promises begin. You swear you'll always be there, You fake how much you care. Like sex you write treaties, Shaking hands while making plans. Every treaty felt so good it left you wanting more, But accide...