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I Love to Write

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    it's funny how sometimes the only person

    who can fix you, is the one who broke you in the first place.
    cicizzle cicizzle 13-15, F 5 days ago

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    Every body deserves somebody

    who helps them their dreams come true. If samone has the opposite effect on you, because they are consistently inconisistent and their actions don't match up with their words, it's time to let them go. It's always better to be alone than to be in bad company.
    Zelaleme Zelaleme 46-50, F 1 Response 2 days ago

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    "The Unmasking" I am wearing a mask,

    One with no color, You can still see my face, But I am still covering myself, Everyone has their own mask, No one is who they are, Were all hiding ourselves, lost in society, We may not realize it, But, Our masks can never come off, Society is of judging, Our masks hide the...
    usarmyrangers usarmyrangers 13-15, M 3 Responses Jan 7

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    I really enjoy writing.

    Stories, essays (Yes, essays o_o), stuff for blogs, basically anything. But I suck at thinking of WHAT to write. I have like no motivation or inspiration... ever. :/
    IllusionalEm IllusionalEm 16-17, F 2 Responses 23 hrs ago

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    i pretend to ignore you

    but i really just miss you..
    andesha andesha 16-17, F 2 Responses 6 days ago

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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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    The first Traitor is the big story I'm working

    on right now on my word page. It's the story I got about 50 pages into before my computer decided to die and my "friend" tried to fix it by erasing everything from my computers memory. If all goes well and I can rewrite enough of it to get back into the story I can start on the...
    ImaginaryPrototype ImaginaryPrototype 18-21, F 2 Responses Sep 2

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    Concrete Walls

    Love..... I did not have the strength to scale your concrete walls. Clinging to the rope, I had no faith in myself. Beautiful gardens thrive inside, with roses, violets, and hibiscus. A coat of thick healthy grass, im sure, lines the tender ground underneath. Tall solid trees...
    DreamChristine DreamChristine 31-35, F 6 Responses Mar 28, 2013

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    Who Am I?

    For those of you who don't know me, We already have something in common, I am a dreamer, A lost soul, Trying to find myself Through the shattered that was once my heart, Through the pain that sieges my body, Through the clouds that distract my every thought. I am a victim, Not of...
    usarmyrangers usarmyrangers 13-15, M 2 Responses Nov 11, 2013

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    Thoughts Of A Hopeless Romantic

    She’s a storm in my heart. 
 She’s the thunder. 
The lightning.
 The rain. 
 She’s everything I’m afraid of, and everything I love.
 She’s the rush of the wind. 
The warmth on my skin. The quivering of my bones.
 She’s the snow on my tongue...
    LunaKye LunaKye 22-25, F 3 Responses Aug 17, 2013

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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 5 Responses Feb 13, 2013

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    Tears are for the dark,

    the time when your head is turned so they can't see my face. They don't see how much they really hurt me. what their words can really do. My tears are for all your harsh words, for making me believe I really am nothing. I'm not worth your kind words. useless. Just nothing.
    misplacedheart misplacedheart 22-25, F 3 days ago

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    Afterglow

    Two bodies tangled up in the middle of a king size bed. Tiny shafts of light slicing thru the darkness. This eyes opens but he dare not move. He does not want her to wake. Even in her sleep she smiles. The glow of last night shinning off her skin. The scent of lavander and roses...
    myheartswords myheartswords 41-45, F 3 Responses Jan 24, 2012

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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 5 Responses Jun 19, 2007

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    On Writing

    I absolutely love to write. Writing is my greatest passion. I have written more novels, short stories, screenplays, poems, songs, etc. by the age of 15 than most people could dream to write in a decade. Writing lets me get away from everything and just go into my own little world...
    PoeticRejection PoeticRejection 22-25, F 26 Responses Jun 15, 2007

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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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    10:46 a.m. I'm still awake.

    Once more I am denied of sleep. I've had four cups of coffee, but I am wonderfully enrapt in the slow sway of the trees around me. Smoke sways from an ashtray nearby, and my mind is a foggy haze... I take comfort in the borderline feeling of fatigue and thoroughly spent. The...
    drstech drstech 22-25, F 1 Response a week ago

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    The Dream

    I saw u..my eyes dazzled by your glow.. my heart started racing and my mind stood still stunned by your beauty it had so much colours to fill so my mind took its time and i held my breath, and then i forgot to breath for moments that changed to days and days which turned to years...
    vogg vogg 22-25 3 Responses Sep 25, 2013

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    Writing is so amazing.

    Writing allows me to express the things I can never find the words to say.
    picses2222 picses2222 13-15, F 3 days ago

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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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    I used to wanna be Living like there's only

    me But now I spend my time Thinking 'bout a way to get you off my mind
    andesha andesha 16-17, F 5 days ago

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    I wonder where are you!

    :/ I miss you..
    andesha andesha 16-17, F 1 Response a week ago

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    I really do. I loved english in high school

    and college, and I did get good grades. Now I want to make something great out of my writing, but I'm completely stuck. I'm still not sure what genre of writing I am best at, which is a big part of the problem. And plus, there is no one to really talk about writing with, since...
    SuperLemon SuperLemon 18-21, F 2 Responses 1 day ago

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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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    The memory... It was a beautiful cold

    morning and even though the sun was half-way in the sky, it was still quite cold and winter hadn't even started yet. There were a few scattered houses, but the view of the valley and the hills was so captivating, he just stood near the edge, mesmerized. Outwardly he...
    starlit11 starlit11 22-25, F 3 Responses May 7

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    For along time I've tried writing down all my

    ideals then I had the ideal of putting them all into one. It's Not Over series was born.
    KWsuperstar KWsuperstar 16-17, M 1 Response 3 days ago

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    Being a perfectionist sucks.

    Bottom line. You push your self to be perfect in every thing you so and it takes a tole on body and mind. But, Writing, for me, is different. It's impulsive. It's raw. It's typing my thoughts at 2 a.m. and not rewriting anything to make it perfect.
    disasterland disasterland 18-21, F 2 Responses 2 days ago

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    And with the fire in your eyes You could've lit

    up the sky But you chose to burn me instead And yet after all that I can still say I love you again
    cicizzle cicizzle 13-15, F 3 days ago

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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 am writer, well trying to be.

    I have a lot of ideas but I get off topic all the time. But I love my book ideas and I'm going to keep going with them!
    EricRadliffe EricRadliffe 18-21, M May 25

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    The ability to accept ourselves

    for what we are----without exaggeration--- is the key, since the chief value of human life is fidelity to our selves, sincerity in the most profound sense. In our relationships with other human being, what we truly are is all that counts, yet it is precisely here that we most...
    Zelaleme Zelaleme 46-50, F Sep 2

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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 7 Responses Jun 6

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    Where Is My Little Sweet Poem ?

    As the crescent appears on the night skyAt the lovely sight, my mind jumps to a highThe moment I spot your shadow, I know it's youMy heart shines and says this moment is true.Where, where is my little poem ?The one I wrote and folded in my dreamDid it dissolve between the...
    thoughtbubble thoughtbubble 36-40, M 2 Responses Jan 1, 2013

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    Real Life Or Fiction

    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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    The Open Book

    Does anyone here have a blog where others can read your stuff?  If anyone is interested I have posted two short chapters of one of my recent stories, its called 'Something Evil This Way' and I will probably be posting a new chapter this weekend.  I would love any kind...
    jesyka jesyka 31-35, F 2 Responses Sep 1, 2007

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    Cries, she contain in her heart Damaged piece

    by piece Part by part Bells of tomorrow, when will it come Contained by the rhythm of the drum Princess left tears, tears that remain Put her to sleep, bethroted to pain Shall i put out the needle From her fingers, so little? Or leave til' semptember Ends and far to remember...
    PartyPoison04 PartyPoison04 13-15, F 1 Response Sep 4

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    I hold my breath And count the stars I'm not

    quite sure Just where we are The strings have frayed And in my sleep I forget your name Plunging too deep It was never meant; Not a one night thing But there's someone else Whose song you sing I'd be better off If you were cruel; In the knowledge that I was just your tool I...
    CharlieBarrett CharlieBarrett 16-17, F 3 Responses Jun 14

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    People think they know me,

    they see me as shy, dumb and invisible. But that's not me, to be honest no one really knows who I am, people think they know what I am thinking and what I would do in most situations, and most of the time they are wrong. I'm at that horible age when your not sure what the future...
    cantpick cantpick 18-21, F 5 Responses May 12

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    I have been maintaining a journal

    since I was 12 viz., for 6 years. Then, there have been blogs, a few entries on random websites etc. The thing is that I love writing, reading and you know, words. Writing is cathartic for me; it helps me unwind, plan my life, cherish solitude and all in all, it gives a...
    qwer45 qwer45 18-21, F 1 Response 5 days ago

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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 14 Responses May 14, 2013

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    I sat down to write but the words wouldn't

    come I reached into my heart to find it was numb Ive already said all the things that i can For the last time i spoke them out loud, you ran Ive listened to lies as you spoke them so true I believed in your words as i so often do I fell for your games as you played me so well...
    rella27 rella27 36-40, F 2 Responses Jan 12

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    Gone There I stand in the doorway of my bed

    staring every thing down for the last time. Remembering the warmth my bed once brought, reciting the words in the journals I spilled my heart into, and reliving the burning memories of 3 years. The stairs creaked and ached. Pondering the journey ahead, I took Toby's leash...
    kelseytoby1337 kelseytoby1337 16-17 Sep 2

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    I was once asked why I was nice to people

    who weren't nice to me, And as I looked around me I knew the answer. I looked over to see one of the "popular girls". I thought about how I heard that her boyfriend cheated on her last week, and how bad it must be to have everyone know your business all the time. Then I looked...
    cicizzle cicizzle 13-15, F 1 Response 5 days ago

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    My Story For Sara And The Snowcat.

    My EP friends had asked me to add a story comment for Tassie's story Snowcat...It is about Sara and Snowcat visiting different countries and enjoying their journey. In my story Sara and Snowcat visits India for a bit... The original story is:EP Link I thought of saving my story...
    papri papri 26-30, F 5 Responses Dec 15, 2012

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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 1 Response May 21, 2013

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    I loved how you looked

    when you covered your eyes Those old horror movies they give you a fright You said when we grow old we'll watch all night long Never knowing that today you would give up the fight And I say to all those who ask I'm better this way But you know I still see you so vividly while...
    valcas valcas 26-30, F 4 days ago

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    I do, but I don't really consider myself to be

    good at it. I really didn't pay attention in school so I didn't get all that English grammar absorbed into my noggin and I can't really read that much because I have a short attention span and ADHD. But I'm trying to read a lot more now since I have free time. I'm working on a...
    Riukkuyo Riukkuyo 18-21, F 1 Response 3 days ago

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    I started writing when I was 9 years old.

    I found myself hidden in a far corner, with pieces of paper and little tiny nubby pencils. Writing has always been my outlet and way of saying how I feel through poetry. Expressing oneself through words can be quite remarkable. Showing others that you are in sync with your...
    TooUnbearable TooUnbearable 36-40, F 2 Responses a week ago

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    It is important to be nice to others,

    but it's even more important to be nice to yourself. You really you have to love yourself to get anything to get done in this world. So make sure you don't start seeing yourself through the eyes of thise who don't value you. Know your worth, even they don't.
    Zelaleme Zelaleme 46-50, F 1 Response Sep 6

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    Cries, she contain in her heart Damaged piece

    by piece Part by part Bells of tomorrow, when will it come Contained by the rhythm of the drum Princess left tears, tears that remain Put her to sleep, bethroted to pain Shall i put out the needle From her fingers, so little? Or leave til' semptember Ends and far to remember...
    PartyPoison04 PartyPoison04 13-15, F Sep 4

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    Finding Utopia The rain poured down on his

    black umbrella and black shoes. His black coat glistened with moistness, as did everyone else’s. People bustled around him on the busy city streets, they shoved, pushed, grunted, and cursed, yet they all continued to walk along in unison. ‘This is monotonous,’ he thought...
    LeZombitch LeZombitch 18-21, F 2 Responses Apr 7

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    In throes of my happy,

    blooming and fun exterior  There is a hidden gloom. No one had ever notice between the laughter and joy in my being. Only I can tell that there's a side inside. A sleeping demon just waiting to be tapped at her shoulder. I saw it by a simple glimpse in the plain mirror. I don't...
    PartyPoison04 PartyPoison04 13-15, F 5 days ago

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