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The most difficult obstacle I have had to overcome after I had decided to try and join Helium.com, was not the normal sense of self-doubt a beginning author usually suffers from like: Will they like what I write?

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Far away: 7 of 187

OF CUBES AND SQUARES AND THINGS LIKE THAT He used to base his views on height and width and length, So-called: The Three Dimensions. Then someone proved that Time-in-Space must be The Fourth, And hotly he acclaimed him. The other day a rainbow sang. He saw a tone! That happening still trembles loudly in him Stupend... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My best friend: 6 of 134

Clasping hands. A spark has arched the gap between Our unlike, kindred spirits. It fused a Strand between our souls. We raise Our minds now in the glance our eyes Are meeting in. And searching for a New-found truth together, the melding Of our mutual souls will render us its Wisdom. Strength and Beauty in what We hope... More..
Creative Writing > Essays Essay: In praise of the English language: 1 of 12

There are those who - to my dismay and surprise - question whether regional English accents should be discouraged I may have a two pence's worth of opinion on this vexed question vexed only if you limit your views based on the linguistics of the English language as spoken within the geographical limits of the US of A. I tak... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The mind: 5 of 51

Abyss of denial. Who's left to love me now ? My moon had disappeared, and left me by myself. Alone in sombre clouds, my searching hands find comfort in our son's strength. I search around as blind, yet seeing. Truth lends me sight beyond my tears. I clench my fists and make as if I have no fear. But, those who love me, well ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love & darkness: 6 of 50

Through my eyes. Like a grain amongst myriads of millions of grains I lay in the sand and the sea tried to tell me about her, but my ears would not hear, as the sun shone his warmth on my skin till it glowed. Through my eye-lids a cloud softly darkened my face and, when peering, I saw her: in a nimbus of gold. When she f... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Taking a chance on love: 19 of 129

The Ivory Tower and the Garden Seat. The tower room! What splendid view! And faced my desk the other way, My work not more demanding, A fleeting glance were missed to send My silent wish to both of you. I meet you oft through window Panes, which, like you two, let Clear light in, and show this ugly, Wobbly, tottering, be... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Facing the past: 15 of 93

Timeless union. I see that her hair has turned auburn again, And the lines on her brow have come smooth. On her throat I see garnets, carnelians and pearls, On her raiment a garland of blooms. In her hands now un-knurled a candle a-flame, And her exquisite eyes cast their lustre around. Enduring recall! Met at Matins, unit... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love notes: 4 of 23

My turn. Friend, In your anguish, know, that my tears are welling in my eyes as in yours. Friend, Know, that your friend, in his desperate moments has been stayed by your touch and your strength. Friend, Know, that your friend is now close by you, ready to stand in the dark of your fears. - More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Birth of a child: 15 of 70

Ante room. Her fruit shall slake my thirst For eons of everlastingness. May smart within me Her tearing womb, May throb on my chest Her searing breasts, And the chords in my throat Shall gasp her cries for mercy. May pound in mine Her fluttering heart May glow in my eyes Her radiant smile And the core of my spi... More..
Arts & Humanities > Writing Tips Using your own life as inspiration for comedic writing: 5 of 22

Watching the tail in the end of your tale, and perchance to dream. 87 Years ago, when I was 6, my class mistress told me to do as I was told. The trouble was she spoke Romance French and I only had the choice of a six-year old's smattering of Hungarian, Javanese and Dutch, in that order of fluency! Years after, my mother t... More..