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I do not and have not written professionally my goal is to let out my feelings and advice.
You may not agree with what i write but it is all written from the heart of how i feel at the time.
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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love between a mother and daughter: 3 of 166

As the sun comes up in the morning as the moonlight fades to grey so my love for you ever brighter with each and every passing day you are the spring of youth eternal you are the angel from up above you are the reason i breathe each morning you are my one and only true love How much more could anyone love you with your hair ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dragons: 5 of 102

Who would go forth into the dragons den? when women were damsels and men were MEN With diamond ignition of sulfurous rock, these beasts of the past could sure run amok, The men that opposed them were pure of heart, Not quite yet angelic, but good was a start. For the triumphant survivor! a much better life, with the damsel n...
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Spring: 1 of 20

Hidden folds of colour waft upon the gentle breeze smallest tips of green emerge as through the soil they squeeze voiles of white cloud raising damp as sunlight breaks the dawn beneath the sprigs of autumnal twigs lies silently the fawn. Hold up your head let voices sing rejoice the world once more comes spring. Rabbits...
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Coming of age: 2 of 35

When first I saw your smile I was captivated by the love behind your eyes Disingenuous thoughts invaded my brain like a saffron wall of sound Heaving my body toward happiness at last it was a genuine surprise It took me three weeks of believing to get my feet back on the ground. All of my...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Self harm: 2 of 35

How much more I was bored last night so I cut myself It hurt! but in a pleasant sort of way when I opened my eyes this morning the darkness had gone away. I will cut myself again tomorrow to see if my theory is right that the pain and suffering it brings me is the reason for the shining light. If it is I will highly recommen...
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Betrayal: 5 of 83

You lied when we met in the spring time still lied when we met in the fall I thought you were something real special Now into a hole I must crawl CHORUS..... Betrayed by your actions and deeds my love betrayed by you lying black heart betrayed once to many to recover now is the time to depart. Many times with ano...
Education > Education (Other) Do you really need an education to succeed in life?: 6 of 76

Do you really need an education to succeed in life? Success is a relative commodity,there is academically enhanced success such as found in many corporations who will promote a person because of their knowledge. These corporations will pay well for someone who is educated to a fault wherebye they can turn their knowledge int...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Cloudy skies: 13 of 160

Water vapors, slowly rising, spring time cuckoos call, First a dove, perhaps a wolf, a rocket ship to mars, for little boys their precious toys, dinosaurs, dragons,CARS. How quick they change, Both floaty yet frightening, Howling thunder followed by lightening, Still in the distance! a sliver of silver, the winds now slow th...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Paris: 3 of 31

Am i the only one who can smell the drains? is it only when I'm there it always rains. Am i the only one who sees sky grey not blue, or is it because it was there i lost you. We went together to feel loves power, to dine on the seine walk up the tower, To visit the Louvre and art there-in, NOT to have the pain begin! Three s...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Free-for-all: 8 of 74

Wind. Whistling howling tearing of trees, brings of the warrior down to his knees. Makes fighting for honour a thing of the past, with just one long loud near freezing blast. What, may you ask shall make them recind, none other than the mother of all the north wind. Born in the arctic no chance of recall, gathering speed soo...