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Rena Kay is very new to the writing world. Writing for her self is a lot different than writing for the world. After years of writing for family, she decided to try her hand at a different venue. Through Helium she has found a home for her poetry and short

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Do unto others: 2 of 132
The Old Man I answered the door with a frown on my face, I couldn't be bothered,too busy in the rat race. But answer it I did, and what did I find?But a filthy old man, hands dirty, holding a sign. "Can I do some work for you," he asked politely. I don't need much, I only ask that you feed me. I almost shut the door, going ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Seeing beauty: 3 of 109
The Mist ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I watch the mist awake from the forest floor. It appears like a shimmering silver carpet. Coating the ferns and vines in its magic. The moon begins to set, willing the sun to appear. The creatures of the woods, soon to be abed. I Realize I don't matter here; I'm just a visitor to thi... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Caring: 1 of 30
My LegacyAs I sit here, I wonder? Am I the person I wished me to be?Have I treated others with compassion and caring, regardlessof how I was treated? Did I take care of and love my family?Did I smile and speak to someone who was friendless?Or did I offer a helping hand to someone lost and broken?Or did I turn away and pretend... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Dark fantasy: 1 of 29
He who waits He watches from the safety of the grove of trees. The little cabin was nestled in a small clearing, not far from the Shenandoah River. His belly grumbles like a summer thunder storm as he waits. His patience begins to tatter. "Just a little longer," he whispers, as the woman he watches chases after her young to... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Solitude: 5 of 82
LONELINESS Loneliness of the soul, surrounded by strangers. Only wanting to join in life, but alas founders. No one there for you, your needs never warrant. Evermore you stay away, always so distant. Living day by day, feelings lying dormant. Interest in life, blanketed by depression. Notches in time, unbalanced and in quest... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Mourning: 11 of 162
The Winter of My Soul I sit in my rocking chair and gaze out the window The first snow fell last night, coating the trees In a blanket of winter splendor. The deer graze at the edge of the pasture, Searching for the leftovers of the fall harvest. Their days here are numbered, like mine. Soon they will go to higher ground, m... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Homeless: 11 of 152
Homeless in America She clutches her baby to her chest, crying softly into her blanket. She's so tired, not ready or prepared for this gauntlet. They let her stay, but only for a little while, no beds they said. She took what they offered, no thoughts for what lay ahead. This day her baby will eat and be safe and warm, No st... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Fairy tales: 9 of 121
A Twisted Fairy Tale Alvin was skipping along in the Forest of Goldenlee Just singing a song, acting just a bit goofy. He had an important chore, bringing lunch to his grandma. His belly growling, he readjusted the basket with his paw. Mom did a good job, he thought. He could not wait to eat. A fresh Blackberry cobbler with... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Vampires: 12 of 110
Lover Eternal I had worshiped your body, But still coveted your heart. My fascination so ungodly. Our lovemaking truly an art. That was the start of my demise. I refused to allow you to leave me. Unable to face the horrific goodbyes. I took your mortality, so coldly. Now I pay the price for my greed. I was your maker, your l... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love me again: 6 of 52
Soul to Soul When you brushed past me on the sidewalk My soul recognized you. I was drawn to you as no other. I have waited Centuries to meet again. The old pull of attraction, the longing of our lives, drawing me to you. Don't you remember me? I wanted to cry out to you. Don't you know who I am? I am your soul mate, your l... More..