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    A Scene From The Twilight Zone

    Today was a special day, my first day on a new job. Doing something that would be rewarding and please me. Lets call her Alice, my new boss. One of the "must-do" was never to smoke while I was there for any reason. No problem, I don't smoke that much to worry. Then it was do not...
    MorningBreeze MorningBreeze 56-60, F 22 Responses Mar 21, 2013

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    Some things are too enticing

    and seducing to not want to get into them, they tempt you, lure you. And you ache to immerse yourself completely..Mmmhm you must!Like this day. This spectacular warm and consummate Spring day. I am going to dive into it and let it have it's way with me!! ; )
    Mirages Mirages 41-45, F 16 Responses Mar 21

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    EP Trolls

    I don't mean to be rude with what I am about to say, but I think I have to say it. I apologise if someone gets offended in advance. I am quite sick of people judging my and others' stories and questions. I joined this website because I felt a certain freedom in expressing my...
    cherrytomatoes cherrytomatoes 26-30, F 11 Responses Jun 2, 2013

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    wandering through sorrow

    and light far from all the noise in the wilderness hearing a dark, tragic symphony reflecting a rhythm inside syncing and making me dizzy walk more, travel to the end explore the depth of silence extract the essence of peace bathe in it leave your spiral of hate...
    anotherclone anotherclone 26-30, M 3 days ago

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    Angry tears burn in a way

    that anguished tears don't. Leaving acidic track marks as a sign you have been truly broken. Fury emanates from every fiber of the being...eating you up, scorching and destroying until the humanity you had is consumed with hateful rage. You try to suppress it; align the outer...
    Saintlysinner Saintlysinner 31-35, F 19 Responses Feb 2

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      like you my existence has the same

    meaning survive even if i don't find anything worth...absurd this shell of mine all i have...those words same clothes, same sensations goals to give a reason some reason to wake another day free i am not, just my thoughts precious, this thing..new or just different...
    anotherclone anotherclone 26-30, M 1 Response 1 day ago

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    Thirst is a craving, longing of a parching soul.

    The ultimate thirst is always keep thirsting, never quenching. It can be a blessing or a curse depending on one's goal. For me, I still have ambiguity about my goal. Both options are attractive in their own ways.
    TheThinkingMan TheThinkingMan 41-45, M 1 Response 1 day ago

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    Aoccrding to rseserach at an Elingsh uniervtisy,

    it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are. The only iprmoetnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer is at the rghit pclae. The rset can be a toatl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae we do not raed ervey lteter by itslef but the...
    Gavriella Gavriella 26-30, F 4 Responses 1 day ago

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    Drowsy from the lingering essence of nights

    realmI stretch my feminine form into tautnessCurves blending into morningI sense his presenceEven before my nostrils pick up the trail of scentAnd the heat that emanates from his rugged formA low guttural growl penetrates my earsand in an instant rough hands grip my warm...
    Mirages Mirages 41-45, F 7 Responses Jun 25

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    Lord Of Darkness

    A soft echo of a long forgotten voice whispers to me Down through the ages From the old days The ancient ways Whispers.. Of long dusty days in the warm sun Where long shadows hang on worn mellow cobblestones Twisted paths leading into fragrant lavender fields That sway in...
    Mirages Mirages 41-45, F 11 Responses May 9, 2013

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    scars are the tangible reminders of our past,

    where we came from, the pain endured during that time. as we grow from our past, in turn the scars become less visible. scars are there when we have a bad day feeling like you cant go any further..we see the scars, touch our scars- they remind us that you can go further...
    harleyblu73 harleyblu73 41-45, F 1 Response 2 days ago

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    What is the source of pain?

    Unfulfilled desires? Unmet needs? Or is it wanting something? Then not having it. Or are we in pain as we do not know our reality? Questions remain.
    TheThinkingMan TheThinkingMan 41-45, M 4 Responses 1 day ago

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    To the person who thinks I am weak,

    I hope I can always give second chances... No... Just chances.. I hope I am strong enough to give more of it but I'm still just a girl, I have my limitations and what I give is all that I have. If I am going to give you more, it would mean to leave nothing for myself and I can...
    officialwanderer officialwanderer 18-21, F 2 days ago

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    It's easy to see, this heart

    and soul connection that exists between you and I. It's there, every minute of the day. It is evident in your smile, the way you light up in my presence. You show me glimpses of yourself despite the fact you are one of the most guarded people I know. Beautiful eyes that can't...
    lavendersea lavendersea 41-45, F 8 Responses Jul 25

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    Recipe for a struggling soul.

    .. First take your tales and throw them to the sky About everything you think has made or makes you…you Let it be absorbed by the blue air  To find yourself in what remains Then sit in your new found lightness Freedom writ on silence And turn and face the sun Letting...
    Faerylight Faerylight 41-45, F 7 Responses Jun 3

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    Anticipation : the feeling

    as to what's . . . . . . . . . .
    TheThinkingMan TheThinkingMan 41-45, M 3 Responses 1 day ago

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    A Little Mystery

    Too much of something/the same thing, causes it to lose it's appeal. It just becomes over exposure. We've lost much of that delightful and powerfully erotic sensuousness and sexuality to both immediate gratification and blatant 'in your face' behavior, without the presence...
    Mirages Mirages 41-45, F 9 Responses Nov 9, 2013

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    I didn't start out looking

    for you but I'm glad I found you. I walked into the store and there you were over in the corner. You were hot and looked incredible. You didn't see me but I saw you. I knew right then I had to have you so I made the first move. The closer I got to you the faster my heart...
    SirLaughalots SirLaughalots 36-40, M 9 Responses Feb 21

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    It's just the two of us - I feel his presence.

    He stands just close enough that my body becomes aware, senses heighten. There is a shiver in the air. My body responds instinctively. I know what will happen if I allow my hand to drift towards him. I can already feel his body pressing into me, feel the cold wall...
    aurora11 aurora11 31-35, F 11 Responses Mar 16

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    Melody

    Some sweet timeless melody comes drifting Echoing down through the corridors of time Like an old abandoned memory Lost in the layered pages of my mind.
    Mirages Mirages 41-45, F 6 Responses Nov 20, 2013

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    What will your voice sound like?

    What will your scent be like? What will your laughter do to the dew drops? What will your tears do to my white shirt? What will your smile do to my heartbeat? What will your hair do to the sunlight caught in it? What will your heartbeat narrate to my heart?
    TheThinkingMan TheThinkingMan 41-45, M 4 Responses 1 day ago

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    I do not write when I'm happy.

    When I'm happy I live.
    aurora11 aurora11 31-35, F 5 Responses Jan 16

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    seeing a empty space telling me to write how

    could i know, describe this shadow casted on me by your little surprise curious i am to know your underground i expect so much my flaw to think, imagine depth, no borders so i could vanish in all the reasons could enjoy this insanity is this a need to disappear in the...
    anotherclone anotherclone 26-30, M 2 days ago

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    Boredom is a sense of emptiness without purpose.

    It triggers the mind to engage in activity to remove that feeling. Maybe if we enjoy that emptiness we might become better at reflecting our thoughts, moods etc. I will try to not think that being bored is bad. Maybe this new approach might give some different insight.
    TheThinkingMan TheThinkingMan 41-45, M 1 Response 1 day ago

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    I wish to remain unwashed,

    to always inhale the traces of your sillage, senses chasing it across my incalescent flesh.. drawing, flushing everything dark and wild inside of me, out into your direction..
    Mirages Mirages 41-45, F 7 Responses Dec 4, 2014

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    Part of a poem I'm writing I looked on

    as you tried to enter And at first I was safe behind my walls But with the fires of your devotion I could not help but watch them fall
    squizz5 squizz5 41-45, M 1 Response 3 days ago

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    I Like My Work.

    Someone asked me what I do for a living. The following is a letter I wrote telling him a little about my work history. He told me it is a  great story and would make a good movie. I laughed and said that it would gross fifteen cents at the box office. I said I could prove it. I...
    Serenitree Serenitree 70+, F 34 Responses Jan 7, 2012

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    You know what your problem is?

    You're smart. Too smart. You over think, because your mind moves at a million miles a minute.. You're sad, because you're not fooled by the world like everyone else. You don't get along with most people, because they just don't look at things the way yo do. You think you're dumb...
    deleted deleted 26-30 2 Responses Feb 22

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    Hope is a defense mechanism of the soul to

    tackle the brain when it thinks all options are lost.
    TheThinkingMan TheThinkingMan 41-45, M 2 Responses 1 day ago

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    My Forgotten Passion

    I had lost it somewhere, between here and there.  The words no longer came like they once had. Maybe I was lacking the passions I once had. I missed writing and the passion it brought out in me for my love, my life, and my existence. My whole existence numbed and became merely a...
    fungirlmmm fungirlmmm 41-45, F 15 Responses Dec 15, 2011

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    Yesterday I finished writing about some of the

    darkest times of my life, I wrote it to clear my head and to give it to my only friend that I trust. I gave her the rough draft of it which was two pages in small handwriting and I turned those two pages into six full pages wirtten in small letters. I wrote using my whole heart...
    Manuel1Martinez Manuel1Martinez 16-17, M 1 Response 2 days ago

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    Quietly lurking in the shadowed safety of the

    trees of anonymity, I write the words of love you inspire in my soul. Then at dusk I gently toss them along the path, hoping you will find them like unexpected wild flowers growing free. I care not who they remind you of, I only care that they make you smile, and add a bit of...
    GJOFJ3 GJOFJ3 56-60, M 25 Responses Feb 1

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    the shadow which haunts me in the mist of

    ashes i vanished till i died seasons change and find myself laying in a place unknown, strange forget my face, the laughter breathing a peppermint breath woke up deranged a disease with no name took many years to burn all those corpses, who haunts me created a...
    anotherclone anotherclone 26-30, M 1 Response 1 day ago

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    I

    long to curl my soft warm femininity into your strong rugged manlinessuntil the lines blur and melt into one..
    Mirages Mirages 41-45, F 22 Responses Dec 7, 2013

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    A few weeks ago my wife

    and I had the unexpected opportunity to have dinner alone. At the last moment our kids had made last minute plans and would be away for the night. We usually can't agree on much but we can always agree on this one particular restaurant. It's a little mom & pop hole in the...
    SirLaughalots SirLaughalots 36-40, M 7 Responses Apr 26, 2014

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    How shall I approach my dream?

    How shall I deal with the excitement? How shall I behave when we meet? How shall I quench this thirst? How shall I explain the thirst? How shall I explain, maybe the goal is to continue thirsting? How shall I realize, my goal is like a dream? How shall I accept? that I just don...
    TheThinkingMan TheThinkingMan 41-45, M 1 day ago

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    So many broken, disillusioned hearts roaming

    the wild fields of hope and yearn. Roaming some with purpose, some heedless. Seeking the elusive, prodding along, pushing, planning, scheming fueled by the distant grab of the singular moment of anything resembling happiness and peace. Putting their mask of chirpiness over the...
    TheThinkingMan TheThinkingMan 41-45, M 2 Responses 1 day ago

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    Some nights thoughts of you echo throughout the

    confines of my mind and I can't sit still. All I can think about is holding you, kissing you, lying with you again. I want so bad to reach out to you. To smell your skin again as we drift off to sleep. Suddenly a sharp pain arises in my heart and I remember what it felt like...
    gravity1 gravity1 22-25, F 3 days ago

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    Passion replaces any potential

    for ability and the ability to translate these impeccable actions to elegant linguistic words. Rare is the poet that finds his soul within him. For he can feel that which they cannot. This too is his heart. He chooses to face this juxtaposition. This which is others...
    ShadowSteel ShadowSteel 41-45, M 2 Responses 19 hrs ago

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    "Loves true torture" My mind is never quiet,

    while my thoughts create a major riot. Pondering things unknown and never seen, always wishing for loves glittering gleem. For whom do I seek, and why to her can i not speak. Around the masses i must sneak, simply to kiss her upon the cheek. Hold her in my sweet embrace, to this...
    loverlesslee loverlesslee 36-40, M 17 Responses Jul 29

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    funny this up and down igniting in

    sleep waking up in endless unknown fears monstrous dreams a empty place vacating all the anomalies curiosity becoming parasite on these amnesiac clown crying, laughing in a deranged dream nobody's here to greet his naivety just him performing all this tricks confused...
    anotherclone anotherclone 26-30, M 1 Response 21 hrs ago

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    Tell me all will be okay Tell me

    while covering my head in your bosom Tell me why we feel this way Tell me why we cannot do certain things Tell me why people nowadays are messed up Tell me your thoughts that fly around in your head Tell me . . . .
    TheThinkingMan TheThinkingMan 41-45, M 2 Responses 1 day ago

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    My soul is like a wave,

    Drawn ever towards youSwirling in shades of aquaComing to you alwaysLike the shimmering smoke of my burning..
    Mirages Mirages 41-45, F 12 Responses Jan 20

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    I’ve been through so much

    that there isn’t much left that can scare me. I’ve felt the most pain that I could feel, and I’ve felt the most pressure that I could feel and there’s nothing else left. And I believe that I’m capable of doing anything....and I will try... To accomplish everything I...
    kiMiiLe kiMiiLe 26-30, F 1 Response 1 day ago

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    I had a dream that you choked me,

    And left me for dead. All the while smiling, And shaking your head. I awoke in that dream, Cold on the floor. Wondering if, I’d see your face once more. In reality you’re kinder, More loving, more true. But still in reality, You can be cruel too. On a...
    AJM95W AJM95W 18-21, F 1 day ago

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    part II The pain and heartache we have inside .

    all the broken pieces to our hearts and souls cannot be seen with the naked eye. I believe thats why God gave us scars. To have the physical reminder of where we have been and how far we have come since then.. The scars are to show others that cant see the scars on our hearts...
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