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When I was created by some unspecified and unknown method, whoever or whatever did it, did so for a joke. I am a complete mixbag of emotions that whirl around inside my mind, trying to find a way out. It is only via pen (and keyboard) that I can release myself.

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Self-reflection: 9 of 485
Execution You preach to me your views as moralistic You show me the way that is idealistic But you fail, you fall flat on the floor And when you try to stand, you cannot anymore You are nothing but a shadow Something that used to be And still you keep pretending That you are a part of me Yet when I look at myself, you are no... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Snakes: 4 of 60
Snakes Slowly they slither to safety and hide Swirling in circles and slipping inside Sliding softly across the desert sands Singing sad songs about snakes of the lands Sipping at water for satisfaction of their souls Searching for solitude in the darkest of holes Silently sleeping in the singular form Snuggling rock and sto... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Haiku: 41 of 299
1st Haiku - Life Flowers appearing Slowly taking over lifetimes - And starting from scracth Insects thriving Gnawing away all decay - Engulfing the World Leaves begin to fall Covering our pain and fear - Like a masquerade The cold settles in Slowing the speed of our lives - And killing us all 11.03.07 - 03:45 Spring, Summer,... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Memories: 89 of 539
Broken There are things that I have done, that you just cannot see Things that I have done, that make me ashamed of me These memories will always stay, they hang me like a noose I try to suppress the thoughts within, they crave to be let loose People hold out their hands as though they understand my dreams Nothing is ever si... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Horror: 12 of 66
Dedication to the Deceased Slice by slice, I would love to peel the deeply bruised tender skin from your blood stained bone, tearing it gently like layers of a neatly presented dessert, how quaint it would be and how nice it would feel, your pain. Scraping my fingernails along the splintered bones of your spine, lightweight ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Suffering: 16 of 83
Hurt Looking through the hole in my heart and searching for my soul But all I see are the scarred and tattered edges of this hole Smoke fills up my eyes Will my life ever rise? Travelling through a mind of twisted emotion, a fuelled anger Holding on to all I have, trying to make it last a little longer I can feel the pain wi... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: On love: 258 of 1267
Embrace You are the first and the last thing on my mind You are all of what I am inside I look into your eyes and I never want to leave The sanctuary of your embrace, the space to breathe I hear your name, when nobody has spoken I see your face before morning has even broken My heart is racing faster than it ever has before ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Hope: 55 of 265
Smile In these darkest depths of imagination I dream of hurt and mutilation Chains wrap around my heart and mind The torture of this pain inside Breaking down, I embrace the floor To this world, am I but a whore Trying to dance to a song that is ideal Living a lie, as though it were real With my mind in chaos and thoughts ru... More..
Society & Lifestyle > Mythology & Folklore Is the Loch Ness Monster real?: 8 of 38
I fail to see how this issue is one that is up for debate, as all information that we have available points to inaccuracies and surrealism. If we look at simple biology and accept that this creature, as it is generally depicted must be some form of Plesiosaur or similar, then we have to assume that it would be an air-breathi... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Suicide: 119 of 486
Resurrection No flames of mercy or tears of pain When my dirty soul was slain No thoughts of clouds or happy times But darkness for my empty crimes Lock the doors and hide away For an age I have waited for this day Fear me now and feel my fire Feel the breath of your social pariah Drinking the rain and eating the air Trapped... More..