I'm Melissa self taught poet and writer. Having no formal schooling in either, each hold a fond place in my heart.
I love the movement of my pen and the sometimes unpredictable path it has led me on. Poetry is my main forte when it comes to writing. The exhilaration
+ more bio informationSin you are so sinister,evil is your game.Hiding behind false pretenses,you never act the same.The poison on your arrows,makes sick this world today.Luring away all innocence,victims on display.Stop laughing, lives in ruin rest.Mankind we know you detest.I hope soon you'll be put to death.Then humanity will succeed. More..
My LoveMorning brings the scent of lilacs.You kiss my neck.My eyes linger on your full lips.Your body is a masterpiece in its pose.I'm embarrassed by this raging desire.I do not turn away.Your hands tune my response.Like a stringed instrument, my body sings.Aglow in love.Embers flare within your embrace.You cast a spell of en... More..
SummerIt seemed like summer would never endplaying beneath the willow tree.We'd dance among dandelions andchase butterflies with glee.Lightening bugs glow, reminding us oflighthouses casting their light across the sea.Quiet whispers and laughter filled ourdays and nights with youthfulanticipation of another day to come.Down b... More..
Intimacy (Acrostic)In loveNothing is ever hiddenTempted always by your smileInvigorated passion fuels the fireMust we ever partAlways hoping love remainsCrazy as it seemsYearning never stops More..
He rings the doorbell. You open the door and he tells you how lovely you are. Taking your hand, he escorts you to the car, opens the door, and makes sure your dress isn't in the way as he shuts the door. You think to yourself, it's refreshing to find men who still cares enough to go that extra mile. He's in that moment proud ... More..
RunawayLittle Lolitaeloquently descendsa rickety staircase.Dressed all in black,vodka's on her breathe.Somewhere in this cityof evil, innocence lives.Not here though, no not here.She makes her waythrough the maze of filth,while the minute hand on her clockechoes the clicks of her stilettos.Leaving the shelter of the doorway,s... More..
Daniel sat in the 10 x 13 mirrored room. Tapping his fingers on the steel table, he laughed out right. It was the laugh of defeat. Daniel knew that behind one of those mirrors was Manny, the bane of his killing spree. For six long months, he'd given Manny many restless and sleepless nights. Laughing again, Daniel turned his c... More..
Quiet FlameA teachers voice resounds loudly.Her instructions mulled over by the kids.Seeing their disinterestshe wonders where the flame is,the one that once beat strongwith the need to learn.Now quietly its pulse rest,seeking solitude in the silenceof declining minds.Is there a rose in the sanctuary of knowledge?Maybe a univ... More..
Azure eyes winking at me;My oh my you're as handsome as can be.Your whiskey colored haircausing me to stare,do I wink back, do I dare?From across the roombold as you can be,I caught you again winking at me.I raise my hand,flash a little grin.Turned red faced;"you were blinking"my heart is sinking,because of the wind. More..
Understanding teenagers need for privacy, is recognizing there is a need for their privacy. Teenagers need space, a place to kick back and not worry about all the outside pressures the world heaps upon them. Yet this privacy needs to have boundaries and guidelines. Giving our teenagers their space is a privilege, and we need ... More..
Melissa R. Bickel
Donated to charity: $6.30
Articles Written: 241
Writers Invited: 2