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I'm a teenage girl living in a small town in Australia. I have always enjoyed writing and continue to do so. I am a passionate writer and as a result my writing can be a little raw and emotional. I love it just like that...
I am a very positive person in day

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: War: 1 of 494

Scars He sits alone in the corner, a warrior in his day In the battlefields of old, he was the one you would obey Now he isn't much to look at, a scarred and broken shell A mutilated figure, like a man straight out of hell It seems like he's a shadow, a ghost more than a man As no one has approached him since the carnival be...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Your earliest memory: 6 of 229

My first memory is a little hazy. So hazy in fact, that I sometimes wonder if what I am seeing is real, or just a realistic sort of dream. It plays a little like an old movie, but not in black and white. Yet the colours aren't real, they look grainy and faded. I'm in the water, it's cold and I can feel someone's arms around ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Graveyards: 4 of 64

Graveyards seem so crowded, Or maybe it's just me. But the visitor's view is clouded, So they never really see, The people they're surrounded by, The loved ones that are gone, All they do is sit and cry, On the strangely happy lawn. They hear no words being spoken, By the ones they used to love. The visitor's hearts are brok...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Tears: 18 of 210

Tears... First there is the emotion An overwhelming feeling of pain A sadness on the inside A soul that is screaming Gasping for air A mind that is dying And now one that is crying Two beautiful eyes well up Slowly, Silently A single tear slides Out of the eye, over the cheek A tiny drop of water Salty taste of despair But n...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My heritage: 1 of 9

Lo there do I see my father: And his father, My grandfather And all the men before him Role models of these sons The strength of these families fighting valiantly To live in a world where they can be safe Where their children will live protected And happy Lo there do I see my mother, my sisters and my brothers: Making up the...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Makeup: 1 of 6

Makeup is her mask She hides behind it All the time Concealer hides the bruises It hides her life of pain More and more So no one will see Lipstick hides her pale lips Like fish on hooks Ripped and torn Years of worry But only 17 years of life Mascara, eye liner Waterproof Hides the tears Big brown eyes Nobody sees her life ...
Local Guides > New York City A visitor's guide to New York City's oddball laws: 1 of 5

New York is the most densely populated city in North America. Often referred to as "The Big Apple" or even "The City That Never Sleeps" New York is always the travelers' destination and should not be missed. However, as it is with any place in the world, there are things you should know before packing your bags and flying of...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love me again: 11 of 53

Love me again like you loved me before, And we'll link arms and dance on the shore. We'll watch the sun sink over the ocean, For each other we'll feel only devotion. Love me again like you loved me before, And we'll laugh and joke on the living room floor. We'll paint the walls in a beautiful hue, There will be nobody else, ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Writer's block: 49 of 193

Thinking of Writing The sun is shining, hot and bright It's late afternoon, the days almost done I'm sitting outside, coffee in hand Watching the world go by I'm writing this too, funnily enough I can't think of anything To write about but here I am Writing... I'm struggling in vain Fumbling with the key to open the cage The...
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Snowmen: 6 of 23

Early in the morning the little girl rose from her bed and wandered to the window of her little room. It was nothing more than a closet really, a tiny closet in a tiny shack that she had lived in all her life. She knew nothing more than her dirty dangerous neighborhood where the sounds of gun shots rang out at all hours. Yet...