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January 18, 1982. Capricornus. Year of the dog.

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Loneliness: 55 of 541

Tossing and turning in front of a quiet television Hoping sleep can finally meet me for the evening It won't My mind racing and heart pacing Hopefully can retire and bring me just a little peace It won't So I make my way to the front door I find myself a spot in the shadow of a tree hiding from the lonely street light across...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: On love: 179 of 1171

With fingers boasting flesh to bone skin; broken dried and cracked the mind in wrecks like a hurricane's fury the heart is heavy and weak the body rough and dry the soul in desperation a meal to satisfy this aching body water to quench such severed thirst yet no morsel of food or drop of water can satisfy the hunger as if fo...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Betrayal: 66 of 382

Like a gust of wind can hide in sight 'Til it chills a glacier down your back Like a cloud of smoke next to a wall can slowly seep in through a crack A charming smile with soothing tone speaks tender words through porcelain teeth But not is shown through the facade the vulgar sin that lies beneath A wooden horse, so high and...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Infatuation: 3 of 15

Waking up from a nap on this hot and humid Monday afternoon which should be more of a Friday considering it was my last day of work at Grant Elementary. Again, I awoke with a strange feeling of emptiness. And at that point I realized I had another dream about you. It was a really bright sunset. We were driving back from my h...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Suicide: 162 of 448

With just a few small drops in the middle of a teaspoon Not possible though But what if . . . Would it hurt? Would it help? Maybe... I can think a little less I can breath a bit shorter my heart can beat a little slower I wonder how it tastes. It's not the kind of thing people can tell you about. I can only imagine. What wou...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My heart: 71 of 196

I'd never seen her eyes shine so, as if what once was a dying candle suddenly burns like a furious sun. Her voice that once rang lifeless and droned has now accumulated a vibrance. Even the most meaningless words would color the air they fill. I'm frightened by the sudden change. I worry of the catal...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Lust: 125 of 303

Strangely common and almost vaguely beautiful. Bearing fruit to nourish. Flowers to permeate. Alluring and seductive. Blending among foliage like a grain of sand at the beach. Deny aroma. Deny the hunger. Wily charms manifested in soft surfaces and greens and purples. Inviting, so inviting. Powers it bears. A journey for the...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Cheating: 105 of 174

I felt it suddenly fill up this tiny cup inside me. But I guess it was quickly spilled and brushed off as nothing. Like many times before, it's just this 30 second paranoia. The kind that comes and goes and always leaves the door open. Never wipes it's feet. never washes it's hands or picks up after itself. At some point, it...
Arts & Humanities > Philosophical Concepts Assessing time as an illusion of the human brain: 22 of 23

I realized something not too long ago. Time isn't defined by clocks and watches. They are just used to measure it. Ticking and tocking numerical representatives. Should all our grandfather clocks and wristwatches decide to stop working someday, the sun would still continue to rise and set, we would still get older and the se...