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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Fallen angel: 2 of 51
Drawing on the wall of the house, they are talking noisily. Palm brief their skirt and easily drop it down. Dyed blond, black or chestnut brown what you can choice Who out there,because the blood, and the crazy, wild sex worship. In stilettos shoes waiting for the rich guests, Their mouths in bold red lipstick, and the ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Busy streets: 9 of 60
I quit it cheerfully in the morning,Head raised, as I should do ever.Present in my body, and soul.Pulsating life forever,Grabs my attention, I test ...the streets.A lot of people in the filthy sidewalk.Young and older children.Impose strict eye on their journey.They don't see...What me...never feels, want running.I know I'll... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Horseracing: 2 of 8
Del Mar. .. It is hot... starting the big competition.Sweating in front of excited ,there wonted people ...The horses who have even better live!Brushed them resplendent ,dark maneWere spoiled and cared before the derby.Gambling...agitation, excitement, hope ...Women run across to bet,she hopefully make it,Merry . joyous laugh... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Missing you: 13 of 44
Another year has passed by with bitter loneliness, emptiness,The Dark Demons everywhere thee hunt ...I have heard that you hiding yourself in other security house.The news let me again, in hopelessness, and I found fear. My bed is empty, perhaps you forgotten your faithful lover?Upcoming spring days, and winternights found ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Sorrow: 51 of 167
Winking the fragrant roses on either side,pebbles thrown in a very nice way.Red, gray, color-tale sweet dream,With aching heart I pass this way.Leads to the legs, I'm almost did not feel it.Why is this garden?-Again, again I ask ...Why this way, why there are beauty roses?If on they petals hot tears spray.Yet, always I come b... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The root: 3 of 9
As I glanced at the last faint rays of sun , Enjoyed ,and slowly walked ...to the green, crisp leaves of sedge. Where the river branches into one of two narrow . Made wet on the beach the roots of old trees. I'm remember ... and recall of all my life's hours. What shaped the character while I became ,what I am. In ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Home: 73 of 167
The high walls are radiate ice cold.In Southern California it is a pleasure and nice ...So can I fight every day with the golden sand,what the perpetual ocean wind put down.Deposited on the shiny floor's tile impactthe air is similar to an old winery's atmosphere.In the past... I didn't drink wine ... in this climaterather... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Change: 82 of 172
Dreams...what lot of revolutionary realized.Consciousness gave the great names in history.Still, we brought them in our remembrance cells,In the spiral development, and in the daily prays.Incorporated with our tissues,that has been pursued.In the heroes of humanity, and never discontinued.Fame, knowledge, desire, the future's... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The cemetery: 14 of 28
The plague spread so much in Cluj-Napoca,As the Romanian yokels in the town today.Increased, with the extensive luthernsB parcel's of Jews in Hazsongard. Oh,yes should be lifted, if them could ...With dumper trucks destroying the graves.Should them rewriting the history, but in vain.The Hungarians grand ,old name will remain ... More..
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: What I learned from a homeless person: 5 of 10
The Mission Bay's salty water was mysteriously shiny of the beautiful light of the full Moon . The park's trees wrapped in darkness , only on they flowered crown appeared the energetic night light. I parked with my car not to far away, I had a short walk to the fire what's was still burning..., which the casual tourist, or l... More..