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    I'm a writer who needs his laptop!

    I was without mine for a couple weeks while it was getting repaired. No matter how much I tried to adapt and write anyway, production had ground to a halt! I'm working on being productive again. Wish me luck!
    ACraigNewman ACraigNewman 36-40, M 1 Response a week 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 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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    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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    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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    My new book The Manalapan Connection is live on

    Kindle and soon to be on Nook. Both of these systems have apps downloadable for most devices (PC, tablet, and phone)Searchable under the title name. 
    lasergraph lasergraph 61-65, M 8 Responses a week ago

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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 Dec 12

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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 Dec 14

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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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    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 2 Responses Dec 17

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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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    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 Dec 12

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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 attack was over in seconds.

    Our kingdom --- Anninihilated. The battlefield had become a graveyard with countless bodies upon bodies resting on the cold, cracked Earth. The buildings began to crumble and collapse giving an escape to the trapped smoke. Fleeing into the air, releasing it's toxins causing a...
    TransmutedHeart TransmutedHeart 18-21, F 1 Response 5 days ago

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    i put it all on the line here we gooooo screan

    yes and i will never tell you no i want to end up in the sea of your eyes. get me lost in that high. all i need is your trust i can take your **** yeah. i havent had enough i wish you would just come with me come with me start a new love come with meee.... ooohhhh
    sharichi sharichi 22-25, M 20 hrs ago

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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 Dec 15

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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 3 Responses 6 days ago

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    Kneel down my child, your presence is most

    welcome. From the ground you shall rise from what you were, and a new life can now be born. We welcome you to your feet, as you learn to stand once more, for now you are superior, with a grace that stems from your core.
    Lunarflowerrr Lunarflowerrr 22-25, F 6 days ago

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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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    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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    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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    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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    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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    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 3 Responses Dec 4

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    Right now I`m a wreck!

    I just posted some of the chapters from mu book online. And they are translated to english from norwegian.. And i am so afraid that people will hate it! I know i should not care but still. This was a lot of work from my side.. And it will crush me if nobody likes it...
    haileycuddlebug haileycuddlebug 18-21, F 1 day ago

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    The most remarkable calamity of

    self-destruction. A being of such toxicity, that your world is filled with such unfriendliness and distasteful grace. A beauty so ugly that you could repel anyone from you at first glance. One day, i hope the world comes crashing down on you for all the horrible things you have...
    Lunarflowerrr Lunarflowerrr 22-25, F 5 days ago

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    I wish I was able to write

    as flawlessly as before my depression stomped through the door and demanded my undivided attention. A wonderful book idea of mine is just sitting idly in my computer, waiting patiently for my imagination and inspiration to come back into my life. How I wish the urge to write...
    Ginkofishin Ginkofishin 18-21, F 3 Responses Dec 19

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    In the beginning God created a single point.

    And the Spirit of God moved upon the point and in a Big Bang the point expanded. And God said let there be subatomic particles and later simple atoms. And God saw the atoms, and that they were good: God divided giant clouds of primordial elements from the void through gravity...
    JoannaBe JoannaBe 41-45, F 7 Responses 6 days ago

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    Little Man (A poem for my son,

    always my little man…) Little man, I only wish, I could hold your hand forever And if I were the Maker, you would never have to be alone. But I am only a man, just your Dad, and we can’t always be together.. yet you will carry me with you, in all you’ve ever known...
    Tterbow Tterbow 41-45, M 3 Responses 4 days ago

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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...
    Angelofthesilencess Angelofthesilencess 31-35, F 4 Responses 4 days ago

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    God created humans. In his own image he created

    them, capable of moving mountains as long as their faith was at least as big as a mustard seed. And God commanded man, saying "You may have free will, but one thing you must never do, you must never question nor doubt, for when you do, you will see things as good and evil, and...
    JoannaBe JoannaBe 41-45, F 1 Response 6 days ago

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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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    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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    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 8 Responses Dec 2

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    once I was awake and saw myself w/ the wings of

    a -------------------moth climbing -------------------a windowpane and now I am awake but there are no moths only blinds and a black curtain w/ grey flowers
    marion75 marion75 36-40, F Dec 19

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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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    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

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    Your running too fast darling.

    I can't keep up I can see you there in the distance Wait for me! My legs are moving but I seem to be going so slow Do you hear me calling your name? The mist is enveloping I can't see my hands Your form is disappearing I think you've gone too far ahead I am lost I am alone
    RoseC67 RoseC67 46-50, F 3 Responses Dec 8

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    I love creative writing!

    Writing fiction, is a beautiful form of art. Being able to create characters, events, and the places they happen in. To visualize all these in your head and transfer them on paper or let them flow through your fingers as you type is so incredible. It's like magic!
    muddygoat muddygoat 36-40, M 7 Responses 1 day ago

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    I would offer my skin

    as a formality Because I ache to feel you inside of me .. Copyright Poetic Angel / angelofthesilencess 2014
    Angelofthesilencess Angelofthesilencess 31-35, F 6 Responses Nov 9

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    just another poem i wrote.

    tell me what you guys think. Im beyond saving, Im beyond hope, So ill drown all my fears, in this tattered rope. the knot is quite simple, to a fool like me, its easy to forget when i’m hung from a tree. All the things they called me, float away in the wind, the weight that...
    hunghero hunghero 16-17, M 1 Response 4 days ago

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    In a Sense. (A poem about the loss of innocence

    and love and the will to carry on.) In a sense, lost…when paradise found. Innocence lost, no touch, no sound. In my senses, the cost, enough to drown. My two cents, embossed, in a tin crown. And I curl in a ball on the ground, clawing and drawing upon all that I am. And I...
    Tterbow Tterbow 41-45, M Dec 17

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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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    I want to write really amazingly.

    Be able to put people on the edge of their seats, leave them with a shocking twist that sends shivers down their spine. But I have sucky grammar :( I tried to relearn it but I just forgot. Good thing I can at least spell right.
    TransmutedHeart TransmutedHeart 18-21, F 5 Responses Dec 19

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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 6 Responses Dec 11

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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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    Last week I finished my play

    for my theatre project. It was supposed to be a spin off of a fairytale. It's the first actual story I've ever written before. I'd share it online, but I've been advised not to.
    Vicvoss Vicvoss 13-15, M 6 days ago

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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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    Time passed and the people just like brothers

    were quick to object to any perceived favoritism and claim superiority over others. And the people started wars, and killed each other, until no other animal had killed more humans than the fellow human beings. And God asked them what they had done. And they said "Am I my...
    JoannaBe JoannaBe 41-45, F 3 Responses 5 days ago

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    I skipped going to a party with friends to sit

    at home and write, until I got writers block, to smoke a joint and go to bed. Writing is life. For Christmas I'm keeping a journal of sorts for my grandmother because she's literally my biggest fan. She's read the majority of my work and is always ready to read more. I love it...
    TheRisingPhoenix TheRisingPhoenix 16-17, F 1 Response 4 days ago

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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 Dec 13

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