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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The office: 1 of 20
I sit at the space I find myself confined to every business day, 8 in the morning until 5 in the evening. Staring at the walls of my cubicle, wondering where I'll go from here. If I'll go from here. When I'll go from here. The room darkens suddenly and I'm startled. The clouds are sinister and their admonitions are fierce. L... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Music: 8 of 153
Broken by twilight, the sun sets quickly and the cellos grow louder and more passionate. The strings vibrate beautifully against the falling sun, the clouds unsure of their natural color. A tall tree triumphs upon the hill adjacent to my window, its branches are left bare as the leaves abandon them one at a time. Each papery ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Murder: 3 of 47
Until freedom comes, I'll wait in your prison. I'll wait patiently, for I'd rather be entrapped forever than to live among those whose only purpose is to abuse. I'm broken enough on my own, I don't need your help to die. Do you think maybe one day you'll understand what things have come to? I can't say I have faith in you, b... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My family: 1 of 15
And a heart shall endure no more without the presence of its blood. The savior departs and heartbeats are scarce. Love me, brother. My saline tears beg for forgiveness for whatever purpose it may serve. If your heart lay broken by my hands I am forever sorry. Hold my apology and embrace it forever for I love you. You stood b... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Revenge: 7 of 89
Why do you survive when no one rejoices in your return? You've disappeared for longer than an eternity, why has no one missed you? Yet you enter our presence as though you've never gone, your smile unchanged and your heart open. Your trampled, weary heart so open. Your strength is inspiring yet so unrealistic. You love witho... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Frozen emotions: 1 of 11
I hug my jacket close to me, but this act is pointless. The frosty air bursts through the down feathers, straight through my bones as if it was nothing. You'd think I'd be shivering in this temperature, but I remain still, my breath freezing before it departs from my lips. The air has frozen my chills. I can hear my suede boo... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Happy endings: 1 of 11
Depression seeps through my pores, thick like honey. My laugh penetrates your hard soul, my smile pierces your thoughts and my eyes might even twinkle in the sunlight. But my heart weeps with loneliness. Solitaire. More than a game, less than me. I never knew how desperately alone I truly was. I cry and no one minds, I fall ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dark places: 2 of 13
The room is so quiet, empty. I'll sit facing the fire while the cold stings my back like a thousand needles attempting a murder. The only sounds are the single log crackling under the flames and the violinist at the very edge of the room, standing in the darkness, playing a melody so tragic that it stops the fire in mid blaz... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Her beauty: 4 of 23
You looked into her eyes and she broke your heart in the blink of just one. Her smile lit a thousand suns and her hair was the night, gleaming with stars. You needed her so desperately, but she didn't want you. You didn't know her. She knew you so painfully well, yet you barely knew her name. You looked at her and wept with a... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dark dreams: 3 of 13
The darkness will sit and watch you. He will watch you as you sit in the dirt, inspecting the scenery intently. Your face does not move. Your expression remains a stiff trophy case of perfection. He may even approach you, and gently stroke your porcelain cheek. You still remain motionless as he traces your lips with his dry, ... More..