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    Something Written At 4am

    A hole  A rip in the fabric of your existence And I knew that it was not true I knew that it could only have been created by my deceiving mind I never have something worth giving. I only hope it is so. I only Would like it to be so. It gives me The will to live...
    musicspirit musicspirit
    18-21, F
    3 Responses Mar 30, 2009

    To Break A Heart

    to break a heart,to break a heart is to tear one apart,to tear one apart completly from within,from within the heart shatters to pieces,to pieces so thin they could be passed through the eye of the needle,the needle slowly pricking at one to bring about pain,pain so unbearable...
    MiracleWhipTrickster MiracleWhipTrickster
    18-21, M
    2 Responses Jun 28, 2012

    Morning Pages

    It's morning and I'm searching for the me I said good night to. Words don't seem to flow this early like emotions do, so I can't simply reach out as with a beggar's cup and catch the staggered stream. Dreams are like sponges sometimes - they sop up the soul of the real person...
    CagedRaven CagedRaven
    46-50, F
    Jun 24, 2009

    The Rubber Band Attack

    The rubber band man,take what you need,stretch him out,and snap him back,oh what a familiar attack.Push mejust ******* push me.An angry man is blinded,rage is the only thing he can seethe heart races,the body trembles,the blood boils,the hair is pulled.There is no structure,when...
    MiracleWhipTrickster MiracleWhipTrickster
    18-21, M
    2 Responses Apr 10, 2011

    I Was Given My First Diary At Age Seven And The Rest Is History

    I've always loved expressing myself creatively. As a child I told stories and express myself through drawing, and once I learned to read it just opened up a new world for me. Words are so powerful. I remember reading Beverly Cleary books as a child that I loved (when I was in...
    lauren71 lauren71
    41-45, F
    Mar 4, 2013

    Decemember 25, 2012 Free Write #1

    Numb, dumb, impatiently numb. Is it curable?  Is it lyrical?  Could I make an opera?  Could I sing in one?  No more questions this is not a questionnaire.  What fools do is ask foolish questions.  Can you eat spirits?  What's with all the questions.  Maybe people need to...
    XxJamberxX XxJamberxX
    18-21, F
    Dec 25, 2012

    Free Writing

    Sometimes I just Love to free write about just whatever is on my mind. It's a beautiful day out the birds are singing the dogs are playing it's really quite amazing outside. It makes me wish I had that DSLR that I want cause then I'd show everyone how beautiful it is. I'm going...
    RunWpac11 RunWpac11
    22-25, M
    Mar 31, 2010


    Me I'm not perfect, nor will I ever be. Trapped in my own insecurities, screaming just let me be, someone just set me free. Me Foolish me the good in me i'll never see. I cannot blame anyone for the way I turned out, it's always been myself who filled me with doubt. Me I never...
    MiracleWhipTrickster MiracleWhipTrickster
    18-21, M
    6 Responses Mar 21, 2011

    Window My Poem.

    Dark there looking out the window. No stars i say. A knife in the moon light. Birds sing to the waves of dark. Boat on the lake. And the trees go by. A lady stands by my side. Words i have spoken she sed. I no you cry the blood of angels. Dream and oh dream. The world away.
    deleted deleted
    Nov 19, 2011
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