Articles written by Lady Cynthia

How To Guides |
Community

About me - Lady Cynthia

Use your imagination to live, or live in your imagination? Are the meanings the same?

A wisp of the wind streatching far, forever searching for that shiny star.

Hi. my name is Cynthia clark. I'm a mountain girl and other than family and work my

+ more bio information

RSS Feed

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love: 3 of 718

Only A Rhythm Green eyes sparkling in shadows soft mist, Waiting with anticipation of loves first kiss. A forest of magic the spell soon to cast, Was said to bring a love for an eternity to last. Hair the color of wheat in the noonday sun, Tendrils falling from her loosely coiled bun. Aye dressed for her wedding to a man she...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Demons: 1 of 126

The Demon King Restless shadows struggling wildly in the currents wind, Icy fingers of death await the journeys end. Lightnings strike eerie landscape brightened momentarily against the dark, Crashing echoes of thunder entwined catching the fear beating in her heart. A desperate journey riding the swift wings of Leer a great...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dark poems: 25 of 1148

Recks World He pulls me along; I try to resist, There at the edge, a deep, dark abyss. He pushes me and I fall, and fall, and fall, I try to hang on as I hear your voice call. But no good. Nothing to cling to, nothing to hold, And my body shivers. Why is it so cold? Thought hell was supposed to be torturously hot, Perhaps I ...
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Saying goodbye: 2 of 91

Greyhound Take Me Away Standing on a corner many miles from my home, Waiting for a greyhound traveling on my own. Didn't know where I was going only knew where I had been, Trying to escape reality but insanity I'm back again. You keep me hanging on Movin from town to town, Trying to be famous, And my worlds turned upside dow...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Justice: 1 of 35

The Legend of Justice Swift hooves thundering in the night, Black cape flying with the speed from the flight. Echoes of gunfire closing in, Faster he rides, his challenge, to win. This is the game he loves to play, His mind drifts back thinking of all his yesterdays. Once long ago he had been poor, A new way of life he had l...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: If I could: 3 of 101

If I Could Grab A Star If I could grab a star,I would share it with you, We would fly to the heavens, a love so new. Scatter star dust all around, and fill a world, Where love and peace, would abound. If I could fly to the moon,bask in its golden rays I would hold you above all others, and in your arms, I would stay. I would...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Changing seasons: 2 of 67

Seasons Love Seasons remind me there is a chance Summer for love, winters romance. Spring moons golden glow, nowhere else I would rather be Time stands still for you and me. Fall’s heartaches from yesterdays long past, Forever we hope our love shall last. Snow so deep falling in the night, Sitting by the fireplace, fin...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Free spirit: 1 of 28

The Forest Creature Twilight, my perfect time to play, what A perfect ending, to an almost perfect day. The forest is my home, but I do not live alone. "Don't stray to far," I've always been told, Night after night, and it's getting old. Why should I not wander about free? I'm a Creature of the forest, no harm will come to m...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: My great, true, personal garden story: 15 of 381

How To Win Back Your Soul With death comes life and perhaps that's how my love for gardening really began. In the beginning, I think it was more or less habit to have a garden each year. My husband had several disabilities that prevented him from helping me. So it was all up to me to toil in the soil. You know, provide that ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Eyes: 7 of 170

I Am A Book.....Read Me Read my eyes the words they speak Passage of time things so unique. They speak of past, future and of times today, Look closer you can hear what they say. Eyes have different pages, many chapters told, And within each a different story unfolds. There is pain written in some of the lines, And also love...