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Melissa is a self taught poet and writer. Having no formal schooling in either, she continues to educate herself in both areas of interest. Having graduated in the top 25% of her high school class she decided to enjoy discovering the joys of traveling and

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Sin: 15 of 145

Sin 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..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Inspirational: 49 of 473
Poet, you create living verse. Sublime journeys with words. Emotion guiding your nib, time is nothing when what is found between ink drops ..inspires awe. Your quills motion leaves me gasping for breath. Maestro of black ink, you, wielding your pen as a fence-man wields a sword. Such inspiration, moves me. More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Learning: 4 of 38
Quiet Flame A teachers voice resounds loudly. Her instructions mulled over by the kids. Seeing their disinterest she wonders where the flame is, the one that once beat strong with the need to learn. Now quietly its pulse rest, seeking solitude in the silence of declining minds. Is there a rose in the sanctuary of knowledge? ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pens: 2 of 19
Pen's Write Scribbling furiously my nib takes flight. Snap, tapping motion of fluid release. Words gather quickly preparing delight. Rasping pen echoes, fulfilling increase. If spoken, decreases intended bite, disquiet then creeps in to intrusive views. Impairing motion of pens' truest cite, leaving me waiting your harshest ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Raindrops: 2 of 19
Catching rain on my tongue The smell of wet leaves reminds me of Autumn, when I was five. A cool breeze had wrapped the day with a gentle rain. There was something...special about "Those" changing leaves. Maybe it was because I'd been playing in a pile of them when I caught mom and dad kissing in the rain. ~or~ perhaps it's ... More..
Creative Writing > Humor Humor: Boys & body parts: 1 of 9
When my son was younger, he informed me in no uncertain terms that I was "NOT" allowed to take part in any "MAN" talk he might be involved in. I was thinking, what is "MAN TALK" and why can't I partake in it. Apparently this talk was off limits to any women folk, as we had no right being involved in talk where girls didn't u... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Fame: 3 of 24
Riches and Fame I could care less about fame and riches! Some wrap it around their shoulders, others wear it on their fingers. Name in lights, yes there are those. A home in Beverly Hills, three million dollars. Fame has a price and riches are easily squandered. I think of those hypnotized by the glitter. How the sparkle was... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Frustration: 34 of 267
I said "please", he said, "no". I asked why, he says, "because". My frustration builds, he only laughs. What's the use in cleaning, if he doesn't take out the trash? More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Renewal: 7 of 53
Poetry: Renewal A planted seed gives way to birth; Be it animal, plant or human. Renewal of the species ensures each an existence. Carefully tended, In time, the process is repeated. Life recycles, Thus cultivating gardens for the next renewal. More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: His chair: 11 of 82
It's not much to look at, banged up and threadbare. A tribute to your past; it remains as is. You sat here often, stoking your pipe. If one looks hard enough, they can see the residue of fallen tobacco within the folds of torn fabric. Children's laughter resonates from that side of the room. Echo's from where you sat holding... More..