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what about me? lets see, all I can say that my writing is my voice, without it I would be mute and unheard in this world. Life would be one less voice heard, feelings never felt, philosophy never spoken, love never shared, a dead soul swaying, a mind not seen.

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Abstract poems: 4 of 576
At the top of the world where the tallest empires fall.The highest cloud where dreamers learn to fly tall.On the Bottom of all were sunlight does not shine.As thunder blasts, roars, claiming the sky.I ride that one falling star, losing all my hopes in time.At the end, a whole new begins.Where the water cannot stop the fire fr... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Depression: 88 of 694
"Lost"shipwrecked, lost at sea.Dreams broken, hopes in flames.Spirit torn, a soul tormented.Faith tested, humbled by events.Torn down and demolished by hypocrisy.Greeted by masks of two faces.Integrity shattered.Seeing but the backs turned to me.A train wreck, scattered.Pieces lost, incomplete.Lost, the hero is the one.The fr... More..
Religion & Spirituality > Christian Beliefs & Culture Is Jesus just a myth?: 24 of 78
To say Jesus is a myth, is to say that humanity was never in need of a savior, better yet that there is no God. Sure we find ourselves believing Darwin's theory on evolution and all things that annihilate Gods existence. Sure we believe Nietzsche and the madman when he cried out "we have killed God". We scream "God is dead, G... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Labeling: 3 of 9
I walk, stop and I think.This hurt, calls out and cries.My voice, silenced and still.Thoughts useless.Action futile.One word, two verbs, three syllables.Four more, far gone.Too long, too low.Much more, hurt longs.Stand strong, stand firm.Cry out, fight and hold.The night awaits for the weak.In the light the Hero speaks.The he... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Weariness: 18 of 32
"The Sparrow"Today my soul cried out in Hurt, in Despair.It was saddened and felt Forsaken.Thoughtless and useless.Every second, every minute, every hour.Came upon The Brokenness of My Nakedness.The thought of drowning in the shallow.After a long night, after a long Fight.The gasp of precious air Came costly.Out in search of ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Expression: 20 of 29
Write me a poem, let me know what you think of me. Express in forms, let your voice be heard. Tell me things you have never told. Don't hold back, express without looking back. Let it come freely. Let it flow easily, remind me how much you mean to me. Write to me, promise me the stars, the galaxy, promise me things far out re... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Poets: 95 of 133
"I Am"I am a poet who soars the sky on a cloud standing.I wonder if the world would ever change.I hear my dreams shattering.I see them fall from the sky like rain on a foggy day.I want to play a trick on destiny.I am a poet who soars the sky on a cloud standing.I pretend as if I never existed.I feel as if I am falling into th... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: When you look at me: 242 of 309
When you look at me. What about me? lets see, all I can say that my writing is my voice, without it I would be mute and unheard in this world. Life would be one less voice heard, feelings never felt, philosophy never spoken, love never shared, a dead soul swaying, a mind not seen. With no pen and paper my life could not be, n... More..
Religion & Spirituality > Heaven, Hell & Afterlife Can you get to heaven by being good?: 109 of 138
Can you get to heaven by being good is a question that does not have one straight forward, down to the tee answer. Obvious it is to point out, ask just anyone and you will get just any answer, ask a Christian their answer will fall along the lines of; "there is not one that is good" ask you questions like "have you ever lied... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Identity: 124 of 153
"I am, I was"Who am I? I've searched like gold.Where am I going? the map, the road has not told.What am I to do? make sure I never fold.Who am I? that I do not know.Who I was, many stories go around.Like a merry go' round, goes round and round.Plenty is to be said, much of it is dead.Much of me is gone, awaiting the dawn.To r... More..