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    Does anyone else here daydream about a story they are writing?  I find myself so involved in something I am working on, that I literally walk around with my head in the clouds all day at work, and I can barely wait for the weekend when I can park it in front of my computer...
    jesyka jesyka 31-35, F 8 Responses Sep 1, 2007

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    I look at the clock, The seconds feel like

    minutes, Minutes feel like hours, Hours feels like days. When will the time speed up? Will it ever speed up? The uncertainty is driving me insane, I want the seconds to feel like seconds! The minutes to feel like minutes! When my eyes are open it's like an unending day, But...
    usarmyrangers usarmyrangers 13-15, M 4 Responses Dec 3, 2013

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    Nov. 20, 2014 5:30pm I don't know what is wrong

    with me. I felt so happy when I got home. I felt so much love for mj and I was just on cloud nine. But I guess my flight reached its destination. I was on fb and mj told me go get ready. I went but I saw how she looked at me like I was stupid or maybe that was just me. Well...
    yonnie97 yonnie97 16-17, F 4 days ago

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    A Sickness of Sorts Diagnose me.

    Utter sounds of confirmation. ***** my vein so that it might murmur my condition. I am sick. Sick. Oh, how it breeds. The cancerous thoughts advance, and this heart of mine, windmill of poison, churns bouts of stabbing gasms, endless. -4th of December, 2014-
    WingsofTime WingsofTime 22-25, F 1 Response Dec 4

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    I write. That is a bold statement

    as most people write to some degree. They write notes; they write checks and so forth. I write books, poems and especially erotica. By erotica, I don’t mean a description of body parts rubbing together; I have seen that a thousand times and frankly after a few of those I...
    lasergraph lasergraph 61-65, M 5 Responses Jun 6

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    Try to define this hole in my chest Like the

    cage on my heart Beneath my breast Piercing my ribs with every breath I'm left and dead set on what I regret You deny my pain like I'll suffer less Drive me insane and tore off my dress To spill the words I couldn't say They dance on my tongue Like birds of prey...
    Angelofthesilencess Angelofthesilencess 31-35, F 11 Responses Nov 24

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    Date A Girl Who Writes.

    Date a girl who writes. Date a girl who may never wear completely clean clothes, because of coffee stains and ink spills. She’ll have many problems with her closet space, and her laptop is never boring because there are so many words, so many worlds that she’s cluttered...
    Infinitiever Infinitiever 16-17, F 2 Responses May 21, 2013

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    Rows of red poinsettias dance in their holiday

    vases. The once a year appearance putting smiles on faces. The deep red color casting a spell on weary eyes. Making it a time for no tales and no lies. Pointed petals madly going in each direction. Perhaps portraying our minds situation. Whether red hues race through our...
    Mrperfectstranger Mrperfectstranger 51-55, M 1 Response 4 hrs ago

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    My partner in crime: My beautiful partner in

    lust and passion Being consumed in our connection is our crime Heartache, longing and anticipation are prevalent If you do the crime, you have to do the time Lust, passion, anxiety and butterflies Nothing comes nowadays without a dime The process of love making is beautiful...
    ReflectiveMan ReflectiveMan 41-45, M 1 Response Dec 8

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    She sings, she hidesbehind her mask,

    she lights the nightwith smiling eyes
    Olvidado Olvidado 61-65, M a week ago

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    NOBODY'S HOME.. I lie on my bed

    and stare at the walls.. I get up and wander aimlessly throughout this place I call home.. I listen to the sound of the clock ticking away all this time spent without you.. And then it hits me... Home was never really this place.. My home is YOU.. your arms are the walls and...
    jazzME jazzME 26-30, F Dec 5

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    Punctuation and gramar.

    . Call me old fashioned, but what is being taught in schools nowadays? I know that it is taught that content is the most important part of writing, not how it is written, but so much of what I read here and elsewhere I have trouble understanding. One sentence runs into another...
    OhGwyneth OhGwyneth 31-35, F 5 Responses Mar 25

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    I love to write, but what can I write?

    Everything good is taken, or doesn't come out right on paper.
    JezebelWhitman JezebelWhitman 16-17, F 7 Responses 3 days ago

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    Sitting here looking at our picture

    together While reading again your letter Trying so hard to keep my tears from falling Everything about you I’m missing It’ s so hard being away from you I’m trying to be strong I really do It hurts waking up in the morning not being able to see your face And falling...
    jazzME jazzME 26-30, F 2 Responses Dec 6

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    this made a few people cry I wrote this.

    .. I'm here, you just can't see me By: Carie Ann I am by your side even when you laid me to rest when the end was near I saw your tears and I longed to wipe them away with every burdened breath the last set me free I saw the lights of heaven and I took a look at you holding...
    TeenageWriterGirl TeenageWriterGirl 13-15, F 1 Response 5 days ago

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    The Forest The closest to happiness I think

    I've ever felt is when I imagine what it will feel like to wake up next to you early on a cold january morning with nothing but a blanket and your skin to keep me warm. To watch the shallow rise and fall of your chest and hear your warm breath slipping out in to the frigid air...
    WeOnlyHaveNow WeOnlyHaveNow 18-21, F 2 Responses a week ago

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    I don't want you Wait Yes I do.

    . Pour salt in the wounds That still bleed for you Forget her it's better I don't know the truth I don't want you I don't need you Wait Yes I do Tell me you're sorry you broke my heart For the pieces of me you tore apart Your blind drunk and venomous work of art The...
    Angelofthesilencess Angelofthesilencess 31-35, F 7 Responses Dec 2

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    So i have shuffled my Music Library

    and the big letters below were the songs that came out. And with it, I made a story. (Hope you like it) NOBODY'S HOME when i came home from a long drive of life. I looked at the window and everything but there is no one. It's KILLING ME because everyone left me. That's why to...
    LittleMiss04 LittleMiss04 16-17, F Dec 7

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    My thoughts today: Whatever I think Without a

    blink Our souls clink Our minds link Winter wear mink She likes pink Skating over rink Passion doesn't sink With a wink Morning Joe drink
    ReflectiveMan ReflectiveMan 41-45, M Dec 8

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    I challenge you to write a four line verse with

    the words dry, stretch, fear and love.
    InsaneDane InsaneDane 18-21, M 6 Responses Dec 8

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    i love to write because you can dream a world

    that no one could stop you from something. i love writing stories and tell my experiances. i have a dofficult life and wish that no one pass from the same path as me. if anyone like to hear my stories just comment ;) and tell me if you want to hear either an experiance in my...
    lor334 lor334 16-17, F a week ago

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    In my mind is a murder scene The sound of my

    heels hitting concrete The fear in your eyes Like your trapped in a dream Echoing from the sound of your scream It's your blood Spilled my trust Temptation and lust I'll use the knife in my back And sew myself up With this edge , seeing red Isn't that what you said...
    Angelofthesilencess Angelofthesilencess 31-35, F 7 Responses Nov 3

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    The holidays have lost their luster

    and excitement for me. When I was a child I would always be the most excited to visit family and open gifts. Now it almost feels like i am going thru the motions for my kids and the rest of the family. Don't get me wrong tho, I delight in my kids excitement during gift time and...
    InspireMeZilly InspireMeZilly 26-30, F 1 Response Dec 7

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    Writing Takes Me To Another World.

    Writing.... I'm the quiet/shy type which is probably why I love to write. I express my feelings through it... when no one else wants to hear me I go straight to my journal. I love how I can just escape the world sometimes.
    tween13 tween13 13-15, F 17 Responses May 14, 2013

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    And I want my last breath With your mouth on

    mine The taste of your kiss Our tongues entwined All of my demons Submissive to you Watching you gently Break me in two I want to feel your pain Driving into me Because I self destruct So beautifully I'll play the martyr Just erase this ache Kiss me harder Let...
    Angelofthesilencess Angelofthesilencess 31-35, F 5 Responses Oct 14

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    Piercing, icy blue meets a soft,

    gentle green. And with just a glance, I can steal your very being. Your words, enigmatic at best, are as plain and bare as the state that you want me in. Those soft, gentle, lustful eyes drag me under. I am drowning in your desire. Those eyes hold me under. And I, your willing...
    BigBlittleb123 BigBlittleb123 16-17, M a week ago

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    "But..what is the meaning of life Raghoul?

    " Asked a woman out of the crowd. And Raghoul replied: "Look at the sun, child of a star." Raghoul waved slowly with his pointing finger towards the sun. "Ask the sun what the meaning of life is, my stardust. The sun is our father and the earth is our mother. Do you think you...
    AcidBrain AcidBrain 22-25, M 1 Response a week ago

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    Loneliness haunts me

    when you're not here by my side. I'm begging you to stay with all my pride. I'm trying to stay out of the crowd and hide myself, Or is it that I'm prisoning myself? An empty soul trapped in a dead body. When they look me into my eyes, yet they saw nobody. Would anyone help As...
    LRxIce LRxIce 13-15, F Dec 9

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    Can You Touch Me? - Yes You Can!

      I started writing on a daily basis when I was a freshman in High School.  I had a teacher that was also a professor at a well known university.  He loved creative writing and journaling. His love of the written word soon was instilled in me. ...
    fungirlmmm fungirlmmm 41-45, F 63 Responses Mar 12, 2008

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    Your eyes... Your hands.

    .. Your hugs... Kisses... Smiles.. The sound of your voice.. The way you laugh.. The way you say you miss me.. And that you love me.. This all makes me so incredibly happy, in a way that only you can.. To me these things are everything.. And sometimes I wonder.. Do I make...
    jazzME jazzME 26-30, F Dec 5

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    I don't write for anyone to read it.

    I write to get out the demons. Sometimes its painful, sometimes it makes me feel happy. It's nice when some else tells me they can relate. Even if I'm alone in my thoughts, I prefer to move them from pain to paper. I have written for years, most of my life really. I fill...
    EverlyAnn EverlyAnn 31-35, F 5 Responses Dec 3

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    ... How?...

    .. How ? Please tell me how ... .. How can I smile If you don't ? .. How can I laugh If you always cry ? .. How can I breathe If you're badly hurt ? .. How can I sleep If you daily suffer ? .. How can my heart beat If your heart is bleeding ? .. How can I not think of you...
    Hope1001 Hope1001 18-21, F 1 Response Apr 14, 2013

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    This...

    I will admit that I am fearful. I am not ashamed of this and I do not regret it... because fear reminds me of my humanity, reminds me of caution, and spares me of my arrogance... Fear isn't something to ignore, it is merely another obstacle to embrace and overcome.
    MadamElle MadamElle 26-30, F 1 Response Sep 8, 2012

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    3 shades: Black White & Grey What are the

    colors of the rainbow? Most eyes see a vibrant world painted by the full color spectrum soaking up the light prisms as they cast wavelengths of different variations and shades to create primary & secondary colors. The chapters of my life story are colorblind. My world consists...
    writingmyrelease writingmyrelease 26-30, F 5 days ago

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    Broken heart hangover We can be the cure If I

    let him go ; let go of her We can't let go unless we're sure For something that can dislocate Something cold to numb the ache Something to be our next mistake Something like love lying in wait Satans got his eyes on me With marked intent , selfishly The cross I wear...
    Angelofthesilencess Angelofthesilencess 31-35, F 7 Responses Nov 14

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    I’m not really a writer,

    but much more of an observer. I much rather read other stories, instead of writing my own. Although writing is one of my favorite ways to express myself. I should really scale up the volume of posting content on this site. I want to be a better writer and I strongly feel the...
    TheGreatLeveler TheGreatLeveler 26-30, M 6 Responses Feb 4

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    I love you this needle isn't

    for fun You get me higher than any drug I've ever done You're tiny you hide in my arms perfectly Remember you are my only drug This. is. need. Wake up I'm sick I need you tonight I need you in my veins The words that we write Don't say I'm insane love me, don't fight...
    Angelofthesilencess Angelofthesilencess 31-35, F 2 Responses Dec 7

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    I wish I could write my way under your skin

    Using words to seduce my way in Into your lungs On the tip of your tongue Into your blood Collecting dust On the shelves of your soul Where no one else goes I wish I could find The way into your mind You remind me of that perfect line When the ocean meets the sky...
    Angelofthesilencess Angelofthesilencess 31-35, F 4 Responses 5 days ago

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    Poetry in motion: Poetry in motion Filled with

    emotion The stoic bastion Proceeds with caution Well placed diction Not just caption In another edition Of our fiction No hesitation Dried in anticipation Fruits of lactation Tender motion In passion Love needs resurrection With lots of suction Lube provides traction With ample...
    ReflectiveMan ReflectiveMan 41-45, M 1 Response 3 days ago

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    Holograms Of Who You Are

    Like a sandcastle on the beach that you have to constantly remold as the waves change its shape, we are constantly changing. We're not the same people we were ten minutes ago, and during the course of our lives, tectonic shifts in our makeup occur. These iterations of our being...
    effervescence effervescence 26-30, M 6 Responses Feb 13, 2013

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    'Jack Whiteman' From a dream I had.

    I was well hidden. At least in my head. I was under the duvet and I was pretty sure I was invisible to him. I saw him from the outskirts of my duvet – the purple flowers edged with holes had managed to serve a purpose after all. My heavy breathing was starting to ache me, I...
    TheWestlifer TheWestlifer 18-21, F 1 Response 1 day ago

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    My stories come from my heart

    and my body is just the pretty shell.
    Pinky65 Pinky65 46-50, F 2 Responses Oct 1

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    She calls out to you Provoking fear

    Screaming til Your mind is clear Speaking truth Severing your solitude You hear her Calling out to you Temptation Damnation Your salvation Lies deep in her eyes Between her thighs Absolve the mediocrity With a pain so deep Rage becomes need Your illusions lie...
    Angelofthesilencess Angelofthesilencess 31-35, F 2 Responses Dec 4

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    I've had writers block

    for 2 months and I'm going beezurk for real. Howwww do you get over writers block?
    Minnowshi Minnowshi 18-21, F 5 Responses Dec 6

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    "The words aren't the fragile thing here; you

    are. And because you're frail, and weak, and hopeless, I'm choosing my actions carefully. I'm the one who's busting my butt to keep you safe. I don't feel like it's my fault that you can't carry your own weight; I'm just really in love with you." Just an excerpt from something...
    Audrina14 Audrina14 13-15, F 1 Response Dec 6

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    Fate can be SO cruel Ever

    since I failed to save that little fly in my shower ive been experiencing the worst luck. I spent my day doing absolutely nothing, well, besides feeling sorry for myself of course. When I stepped into the steam I was surprised to see a new little fly in my shower. It scaled the...
    Dinorat Dinorat 18-21, F 7 Responses Jan 21

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    I write a lot of things,

    I am working on a couple of novels, they come from the brain and require discipline. I write erotica which id born out of passion and comes from your soul. But poetry comes from the heart and is born out of pain and despair. You will seldom meet a happy poet. Especially right...
    lasergraph lasergraph 61-65, M 4 Responses Nov 2

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    Many people who have a traumatic experience,

    keep replaying the events in their minds in a futile attempt to make sense of their suffering. The never ending thoughts about their emotional upheavals can disrupt their sleep. Writing about the trauma allows them to find meaning in the events and resolve their emotional...
    tryingagainII tryingagainII 56-60, M 5 Responses Nov 29

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    Four stages of grief First stage is

    denial Second is depression Third is anger Last is acceptance Shoot I went straight to anger and slowly turning towards acceptance. There should be a switch for second and third. I got anger before remorse/melancholy. It's all screwed up anyways. So dear reader - no poem this...
    ReflectiveMan ReflectiveMan 41-45, M 3 Responses 3 days ago

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    I wanted to write some this evening,

    but at around 6pm I was just bone tired. I wanted to put the day to bed. It was too early to do that, so I went for a walk, made some coffee, and now nearing midnight far more awake that I was 6 hours ago. I pulled out my little moleskin writing pad, where I have tons of...
    thoughtsthatstray thoughtsthatstray 41-45, M 4 days ago

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    When You Lose Your Passion/ You lose part of yourself

    I am what most consider old.lol  Up to about 10 yrs ago I use to write all the time. Poems and short stories,& songs. The last thing I can remember writing is a poem for my daughter before she was born. During the 11 yrs of being a single mom I lost my passion. I guess...
    mommatrish mommatrish 41-45, F 6 Responses Jun 19, 2007

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