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    I walked out in the world

    and dreamt I was a feather. A little white feather. Not perfect but small twisted and worn. Still beautiful. Delecate and soft like a fragile snowflake. The wind lifted me up in the sky. The wind pushes me forward twisting and spinning. I get dizzy. I float for miles...
    RoseC67 RoseC67 46-50, F 6 Responses Oct 22, 2014

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    You don't want me .. The road to my heart is

    busted glass A spinning compass A shredded map Your fingertips across my lips You'd get Tiny little slivers Piercing skin With the shards left from words That I spoke in reverse Mixed anger with hurt And you tasted it first Open my mouth and the devil comes out My...
    deleted deleted 26-30 3 Responses Dec 23, 2014

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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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    Pass the emotion of sin

    so I can indulge, The desire of what man calls lust, Just one touch, One drink, One smoke, I long for it all, The whispers calling me fed up with the pain, No one can insulate my desires because I strive for the most, Call me sick but that I am not, Ill I am diseased...
    deleted deleted 26-30 3 Responses Feb 28, 2015

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    He stood against the lamp post.

    His tall dark figure hiding in the succulent shadows. This distaste for life for where he emotionally was. Staring across the street at the shining neon lights of the diner. He wanted to cross but knew he couldn't. He wanted to more than anything but all he could do was sit...
    deleted deleted 26-30 1 Response Jan 16

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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...
    deleted deleted 26-30 3 Responses Oct 14, 2014

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    That odd itching sensation

    that had been crawling over her skin the past two days heightening to the point of discomfort. She couldn't see a future with him, she felt like the "honeymoon," so to speak, was over, she felt as though it was time to let go. So soon? She asked herself. Yes. So soon. "I...
    PixieParty PixieParty 31-35, F Jan 21

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    I first saw you in college,

    fell in love instantly. I always dreamed of falling in love with a girl with big bosom and buttocks. But I don't know why I fell for you. May be because the way you look, the way you smile. My eyes got stuck on yours, its like a ocean and I don't how long it would take me to...
    Adamsofeve Adamsofeve 26-30, M 1 Response Jan 21

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    It occurs to me that I've always been a writer.

    It's intrinsic, a trait passed-down to me by my writer-mom. I wrote a children's book when I just 10. I've written everyday (in some form) for almost 20 years. Journals and journals of entries, blog posts, messages, reports. Writing is one of the few things I can tolerate...And...
    PassiveActivist PassiveActivist 70+, F Jan 24

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    -Castle in the Sky- Sleep in silence--the

    cousin of death approaches... Dim candle lit whispers flicker thoughts upon the walls of endless dusk, Distorted vibrations resonate across the milky skyline saturated with soft kisses, Purple ink rain drops flood the canvas constructing emotional tidal waves, Quavering...
    deleted deleted 26-30 1 Response May 9, 2015

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    Would Heaven think its seraphim Ones to waltz

    upon a rose bed With Man, or ones to pass over him In favor of the jeweled stars instead? Would they - who in planar spaces dwell - Descend for mere cries from a child? Fix? Mend? Love, ere rising o'er Hell To guard their smile, and guard it well? Yea! 'tis true; I have borne...
    MrTimothyMcNeil MrTimothyMcNeil 18-21, M 1 Response Jan 26

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    I'm still working on something written from the

    opposite gender. Meanwhile, this came to me yesterday while self-reminiscing about the great loves of my life. Enjoy. http://myverydarkside.tumblr.com/post/137436807377/he-wasnt-you
    andie2007 andie2007 41-45, F Jan 17

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    Is it wrong? To be so overwhelmed by a constant

    desire that can only be filled by one and no other? I have this now. This ache for only you and you alone. Come to me, give me what I desire, in my dreams where anything will happen. All these feelings and more. Touch me, kiss me, feel me cringe with fierce want and desire make...
    Havegreatfriends Havegreatfriends 41-45, F 5 Responses Dec 1, 2015

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    "Sometimes what you bury doesn't come back" A

    huddled mass of people stood against the white soft snow. The green carpet stretched forth before them. The casket adorned with red roses. The white snow covered the red petals turning the tops to a soft pink. In the shadows of this madness, the man sat despondent to the...
    AmazingPoet AmazingPoet 41-45, M 1 Response 5 days ago

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    The amulet in my hands emulated a warmth like

    the touch of a maiden’s rosy skin in the winter. Waves of heat rolling and tumbling over each other as the brine water of the sea, sending delicious chills over my skin. Each pulse made me lust for the heat of it more, and I wondered how I had lived so many moons in frigid...
    CaitlinElizabeth815 CaitlinElizabeth815 16-17, F Jan 20

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    Rumbling felt beneath bare feet,

    Standing on mountain top, Wind blowing Indian feathers, Tired eyes gazing the horizon, Clouds turning to dark silver, Rolling thunder in the distance, Signalling its arrival, Surrounding eagles desperate for flesh, Spear unearthed for war, The war paint faces waiting for this...
    ExistenceInSilence ExistenceInSilence 41-45, M 1 Response Jan 23

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    Life is a dream that becomes a

    nightmare Nightmare is an illusion that becomes reality Reality is a decree that becomes eternal life Copyright ExistenceInSilence @ 2016
    ExistenceInSilence ExistenceInSilence 41-45, M 2 Responses Jan 26

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    To you I am invisible Even

    though I'm beautiful Even though my souls for sale My dark skin slowly going pale The rush of my blood going stale I can rise like a Phoenix From ashes to freedom A goddess like Venus But you'll never see this I am merely a formality Abstract from your reality And I...
    deleted deleted 26-30 2 Responses Jan 8, 2015

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    "Umbilical" (c) 2013-2015 the cord stretches

    long with the distance between us; and even if another word were never to be spoken again, a part of me will always be you.
    arailia03 arailia03 26-30, F 3 Responses Nov 6, 2015

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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...
    deleted deleted 26-30 4 Responses Dec 2, 2014

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    As i am Kids Entertainer by profession.

    And i love to write on entertaining.Kids Parties MelbourneBest Kids Entertainment in MelbourneWant to make your Kids birthday parties special? Call today 0425 828 503 to book Kids Parties Entertainer with affordable packages. Mr. Twist the Entertainer can unlock the world of...
    amazingmrtwist amazingmrtwist 36-40, M Jan 19

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    When the stars align you'll kiss me

    so deeply I'll forget my own name. You'll own me with such a passion that there is nothing my body won't do for you. You'll invade my mind with your words, weaving images so divine I'll lose my mind with desire for you. For ours is the story of legend. An epic tale to be...
    Saintlysinner Saintlysinner 31-35, F 2 Responses Jan 9

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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...
    ItsJustBryce ItsJustBryce 13-15, M 4 Responses Dec 3, 2013

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    The role of a writer is not to say what we all

    can say, but what we are unable to say. -- Anais Nin
    CoffeeFlavoredKisses CoffeeFlavoredKisses 46-50, F 4 Responses Dec 21, 2014

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    Mirage calling her name,

    She sees images she cannot describe, Thunderstorm falling from the clouds, She hears voices she cannot understand, Rivers streaming into the seas, She reads words she cannot articulate, Scents bursting from desire, She breathes what she cannot taste, Lost in this world, She...
    ExistenceInSilence ExistenceInSilence 41-45, M 5 Responses Jan 21

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    Petitions for people

    who support film, voice acting, 90s Nick tv, or income equality. If you support film, sign. Its to make california film permit fees for no budget films to be free/waived. https://www.change.org/p/california-film-commission-filmla-allow-no-budget-films-to-be-exempt-from-film...
    supergirl805 supergirl805 22-25, F 1 Response Feb 1

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    I Really Do.

    I wouldn't ever say that writing is my hobby. That would be too weak and too unappropriate expression for everything that it means to me. Writing is my desire, my passion, my freedom, my way of leaving the mark. I may say that it has actually become my way of thinking as well...
    deleted deleted 26-30 17 Responses Feb 8, 2009

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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, 2014

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    In the silence my prayers are heard The hollow

    notes that plead forth my sins Lovers to be yet not to be Wretched passion drenched in the Devils thorn My lover , my life , these sins reborn.
    AmazingPoet AmazingPoet 41-45, M a week ago

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    Muse and me Part 9 We loved each other

    and basked in the wonderful glow of our love for each other. I knew that I wasn't just falling in love with her i was falling head over heels for her. She amazes me with her sexual prowess, her emotional availability and her love for me. My own situation has caused me to feel...
    deleted deleted 26-30 Jan 17

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    Somebody told me that I write sex scenes like

    p0rn for men, I'm so proud, lmao
    dirtydarkness dirtydarkness 31-35, F 5 Responses Sep 9, 2015

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    Seeing your eyes is like,

    Watching words fall like rain, Immersing in a river of rhythm, Giving meaning to beautifully carved ice, Shaping the silk of your stare, And the taste of fire from your eyes… Inspired by a picture of Camilla Belle And Adele - Set Fire To The Rain
    ExistenceInSilence ExistenceInSilence 41-45, M 1 Response Jan 22

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    Hi everyone. :) I was hoping I could get some

    input on this story I began to write, thanks. <3 https://docs.google.com/document/d/1TJtWOuYNixNH7Vrh1wjD49rWkFpzpz3JNAUrOmCdxnQ/edit?usp=sharing
    KittySoules KittySoules 22-25, T 15 hrs ago

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    I write because paper always listens

    and never interrupts.
    saintluci saintluci 31-35, F 1 Response Jan 12, 2015

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    For you I would starve Existing on nothing

    but the hunger Coursing through my being Whispering your name Til my fever breaks I pray I'd place my palms flat on the wall Refusing Anything That might sustain me Shallow breaths filled with agony The ache for you To come to me To satiate , end this pain Use your...
    deleted deleted 26-30 5 Responses Dec 28, 2014

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    I love to write, especially in my native

    language - portuguese. I recently created a blog and it had 500 views on the first 20 days. I'm so glad. It's so gratifying to finally understand that people appreciate your talent!
    deleted deleted 26-30 Jan 31

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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...
    deleted deleted 26-30 6 Responses Nov 14, 2014

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    The Poignancy Of Love The majestic beauty of

    this enchanted place stands pale in its comparison to thee crested in a night of armor a simple wanderer of the truth in a deathly place for love's fallacies I wander the distance finding myself here this place collapses against time itself rearing back against its own...
    AmazingPoet AmazingPoet 41-45, M 1 Response 3 days ago

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    Chapter Four Her image in the window,

    watching him walk away Her door to this universe slams shut He bursts out of the house, Behind him the laws of science is about to be questioned, In this forbidden land of emotions, Her cries shatter the glass in her world, Her pain ignited, The flame glows the darkness, The...
    ExistenceInSilence ExistenceInSilence 41-45, M 2 Responses Jan 18

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    Write. Not just because you have to say

    something. Write. Because you have SOMETHING to say.
    KaleidoscopeMoment KaleidoscopeMoment 36-40, F 2 Responses Jan 21, 2015

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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...
    deleted deleted 26-30 8 Responses Nov 24, 2014

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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...
    deleted deleted 26-30 2 Responses Dec 4, 2014

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    The Resurrection of Gregory S Pruett (Or: How

    I became the Prairie Lazarus' Lover). It wasn't possible, and yet there was no other explanation. Eva's mind tried to rationalize it, and failing, then struggled to accept it nonetheless. But another part, a deeper part, of her knew it to be true, and perhaps had known it upon...
    Woody6 Woody6 41-45, M 1 Response 3 days ago

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    All my life I've searched

    for words that will somehow manage to convey a meaning beyond the material and will leave a lasting impression. Yet, the more I think about it, the less purpose I see to writing at all. What are these symbols after all, beyond an arbitrarily structured mass of scribbles? How do...
    dearstranger dearstranger 18-21, F 1 Response Jan 31

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    My silent obsession Pin ******

    and cold sweat Move across my untouched flesh My bruises are fading And I'm contemplating Ways to entangle myself in your web Cold air in my face and I only taste you Unfair , but I wait and I crave only you A sickness of desire And scenes in my mind Your touch gets me...
    deleted deleted 26-30 4 Responses Feb 23, 2015