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Love to talk. Writing invites people to listen in a different way. Accepting, not pressured.
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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Siblings: 5 of 48

'My Middle Sister' Listen to the sounds of a family picnic Maybe, but I can't see them, only hear. I can see a very dense wooded area On the other side I know they're together Voices, a light breeze, a slight haze The park, the beach, I'm not sure, but I wanna be there with them, but they're On the other side of the trees, h...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Growing Up: 9 of 76

"The Bully" Seems like when I grew up in the 1950's every neighborhood & school had one. Then, the only way to make friends with someone, especially if you were new, was to fight them first. Maybe it was just that way where I grew up on the East Coast. I lived on Long Island for almost 26 years. Even into my 20's it was stil...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Inspirational: 91 of 439

"Two Trees of Life" My tree, my stature-youth; I am here ! Me, entering gateways to heaven. Attained the axis, arrived have I; done achievment. Remaining, trespass I amongst thee wood. Hidden here, a map for childhood, pathways found. Stable, strong arms, old oak save me, grow me, lift to heights endless. Bleed-kneescrape-bl...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Experiencing nature: 77 of 209

"Rainy-Day-Dreaming" Without its freshness no gleaming light would show thru. Long lasting memories hold fast to its name; trickles on a glass pane. All of a sudden it's stopped the smell after a rainfall, on a Spring or Summers' Day. That certain feeling , smell hot bread, baked. It's like you want to float away, everlastin...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dreams: 322 of 591

Dreary-Day-Dreaming Without its freshness no gleaming light would show thru. Long lasting memories hold fast to its name, trickles on a glass pane. All of a sudden it's stopped. The smell after a rainfall on a Spring or Summers' day. That certain feeling , smell hot, bread baked it's like you want to float away; Everlasting ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Trust: 69 of 111

"Melting the Cold, Still Heart" Staring inquisitive eyes seem to burn right thru your senses. Harsh defying voices climb your back responsible action causes bewilderment to some anger to others, silence or no reaction, heartbreak. The cold, still heart suffers immensely, though great agony often pleases some. For warmth to e...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nature's seasons: 103 of 164

"Tumbleleaf" One lonely leaf, only thus; Out of place, prairie, lost. Surprising, its sound heard, gently. Here rolling within a Northern current. Tips turning & tumbling, days gone by, on the prairie of old appearing. Alone, unusual would be a person walking along the dirt road , tis naught. Like a starfish on its side, tum...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: War: 322 of 494

"The Ruination Of" Things aren't really changing, That's just the way it seems. Look closer to see where we're ranging, although it's different in all of our dreams We just get death for helping a friend. Noone really knows when it will end, but who are we to know ? We're just the ones fighting the foe. Live for today, not f...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Fantasy: 141 of 191

"Proposition" Euphoric in wide open space, canopy expanding; Scanning fields of dew borne strawberries. Bold caramel colored petals, silken flowers arrayed. Velvet red petals; Strapped near root, stem, with grass as bamboo. My glance bore into this greenish crayola color, almost to blurr, as iridescence creates a shimmer. Na...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Childhood friendship: 8 of 9

"The Bully" Seems like when I grew up in the 1950's early '60's every neighborhood & school had one. If it wasn't a bully, then the only way you could make friends with someone was to fight them. Maybe it was just that way where I grew up. I lived on Long Island for 26 years. Even into my 20's it was still growing up and lea...