We used to be so close.
You used to hold me like
a little boy who had just found
the fastest HotWheels car at Walmart.
Do you remember me
the way I...
As The World Rhymes:
A True Story of A Man That Rhymes
by: Rob Paquin
I've been rhyming a real long time. Hell, it goes all the way back to my formative years when I was writing...
This is the rough-draft notes of a poem from the stream of conscious of my oldest kid, he's 11 and autistic. It can only be an attempt to understand his flow of thoughts and...
The general rule for writing is write what you know.
This way you will find it much easier to write a story with a beginning. A middle and an end.
But I look at my life experiences...
Where is my daddy
Why isn't he here
It's not that he didn't want to be
It's not that he didn't care
Someone took his life
Before he seen mine
Maybe if my dad was here
The empty cup
There is a gilded tea cup
That sits on a benchtop bare
It is covered in pink rose vines
Loved by the one who placed it there
Beneath the rim there is a strain
I would love to be inspired enough to write again, only this time it wouldn't be so dark. ;)
There was this girl, i used to talk to
So far away now, That I could not walk to
See her face, her smile, or tears
She could have been mine throughout the years
No matter how far apart it was for you and I
We always made sure that we would see the same night sky
We would look up above, staring into the twilight
Believing that together our...
I want to yell at the top of my lungs and never stop.
Can't you see this is killing me and I don't know if I can survive this pain my heart torn to pieces my soulf shatted I wish...
Sometimes I'd like to believe my heart was white when you found it.
A clean slate, unmarked and new.
Or a masterpiece waiting to be created.
You see my heart used to be black...
This is a sonnet, as requested by my former English teacher, Mr McCabe, for my poems tend to be quite long.
I give you my heart,
Is what the gift said,
I used to hear your voice echoing in my ears
Even late at night
And I could taste you on the tip of my tongue
Sometimes you were bitter
Your fingerprints stained across the surface...
Life of Toilet Paper
My life started out from a cottonwood tree.
I was cut down and chip up into small pieces.
You had me shipped to a paper mill.
I was then dumped into a big...
Remember the girl, the girl you would see
Did you think for the second it would be me
The pretty young flower just waiting to bloom
She had become the servant of moon
http://youtu.be/SV8tKxPbLAcThe Power in One FingerA finger pointed toward the skyAnd said the biggest word ever.In Italian it said “look” or “behold”Or...
Oh I used to. It was a way one painfully shy teen was able to express himself through the charecters he wrote about.
Sipping from a cup
"Sylvie" written on the side
Raising up my glass
My face behind it hides
For once in my life
The ashes have been burned
A wrecking ball comes through
I tell myself it's a new day
So yesterday could go away
I'm learning now how to let go
So my smile's no longer just a show
And I don't know how long it takes
I'll bend it back...
So it's been a bit since my last post and I felt the need to post a new experience after reading up on some of the newer TC stories in this group.
I decided to turn down that...
Actually my first in a while now...
I'm here in the darkness,
Waiting for you.
The rain is thoughtless,
Yet it makes us new.
I waited, and waited,
To see your lovely...
you think !!!!
You think you're so good.
Think you're so perfect in everything.
You think you can control my mood.
Please you must be joking.
I gave you all my heart.
I Used To Write A Lot Of Novels. Listen To Good Music. Read. Make Stories In My Head. And Now....
I DO Nothing! I Sit And Eat! I Cant't Write Anymore! I Don't Know Where To Start...
1. I'm Emmy
2. I have more toy rabbits than I thought I did
3. I'm absolutely insane
4. One time I ate a really hot sauce, so hot I only had a few drops and it burned and stabbed...
I want to start off by saying, I love this group name. It fits my situation perfectly.
I used to be such a creative, artistic, expressive person. I had a 600+ page role-play going...
It's apparent that I must have lost my talent to write the poetry I was once known for, so this piece will have to do.
I shouldn't have clicked on her profile and viewed her...
Sitara-i-Imtiaz ~ RESHMA.Reshma Jee, (1947 - 3 November 2013) IS a renowned folk singer of Pakistan, who IS also very popular in India. She still has and will always continue to...
I had an ex-gf and she broke my heart. She was everything to me. She was a Texan Mexican gorgeous chick and I was just an Asian New Yorker who never fell in love with anyone before...