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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 4 Responses Oct 14

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    Wanted to share another piece I wrote.

    ._. Enjoy! Trapped You were a caged bird trying to free yourself from the chains that bound you I watched you try to escape your prison Your mind filled with hope and regret Your heart a cold, black void As your mental...
    ZenoKun ZenoKun 16-17 2 days ago

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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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    I'm not ready She said ,

    then stepped off the ledge A precarious balance between Living and death The poetic genius crossed her mind Just like he had from the beginning of time How you changed my perception Of love & deception Of endless prose Of sacred conception Connected to your tragic...
    Angelofthesilencess Angelofthesilencess 31-35, F 3 Responses Oct 27

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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 lurk in the shadows,

    Hiding from the world, I used to be on top of it all, But now I'm tumbling down. I hold out my hand for you to grab, But you let me fall. Down I go, Falling for eternity, Because I trusted that you would have my back, Instead here I am, Hiding in the shadows, To scared to let...
    usarmyrangers usarmyrangers 13-15, M Jan 20

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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 Sep 7

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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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    Short poem I wrote.. Thumb war with social

    anxiety. My open palms trustingly push the dust ridden, french shutters from ajar to open. Tantalizing gusts of winter ambush my boyish face. I am temporarily blindfolded whilst my eyes fend off the morning sunlight. The birth of new day, my face first to be inaugurated into...
    LegitimateRabbit LegitimateRabbit 18-21, M 6 hrs ago

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    I can't say that i "love" to write.

    Its just something i do. I don't really share a lot but i would like to start so here goes When i write i am a blacksmith. The words are my steel, the pen my hammer and the paper my anvil. Only in the depths of my soul, where the flames of emotion burn the hottest can i hope to...
    TheWickedJester TheWickedJester 26-30, M 1 Response 5 days ago

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    i say to you darling go out

    and test the waters there are millions of fish in the sea go to the depths of the sea there could be a hidden treasure why lay on the shore dive in my little flounder don't be afraid of those sharks they might be big and scary but you'll know how to escape them go out dive in...
    sixlives sixlives 22-25, F 5 days ago

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    Electron love a haiku.

    0 11 1 0 1 011 1 011
    RobertCarlos RobertCarlos 46-50, M 1 Response 6 days ago

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    Life. What is it? Life is like a never ending

    story that happens to each individual on this earth. We are our own main characters. You see us grow, change and find our ending. But how we get there... well that is our choice.
    cantpick cantpick 18-21, F 1 Response 5 days ago

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    Here i am here i stand gazing upon the city

    lights they shine so bright now my memories come rushing back the time where i was wild and free able to breath and just be me oh how can i forget those care free nights under the city lights i shined so bright oh how i miss those nights and my once good knights.
    sixlives sixlives 22-25, F 5 days ago

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    Just a reflection , a glimpse ,

    a little reminder That every where you look You find her When all the doors close the shadows remain Embrace the ache Savor the pain She's written on walls surrounding your heart The bitter end won't taste like the start The need inside , remains alive But your...
    Angelofthesilencess Angelofthesilencess 31-35, F 4 Responses Sep 26

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    WHAT LIES WITHIN.

    ..You woke my Demons upThey went wild like a storm with winds of 150 mphFire rolling within the clouds, terrifying yet beckoningMy thoughts spinning recklesslyFlames bursting through the skyLike millions of shooting stars waiting to be wished uponBut my wishes were all dark yet...
    Love2014nb Love2014nb 51-55, F 3 Responses Nov 14

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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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    Puff. A breath. The fatal separation of lips.

    A touch. Sighs of exhaust and forlorn dreams. And you no longer here with me. And I a fleeting taste of memory.
    WingsofTime WingsofTime 22-25, F 3 Responses 6 days ago

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    in this small heart there is a small wish

    naughty full heart's innocent wish. the wish which touches the moon & stars the wish of flying in the sky as the flowers are fresh in the garden i also want to be today so fresh. i will pull the stola of the clouds. i will just dance by becoming crazy i will tie the...
    mrhumility mrhumility 22-25, M 5 days ago

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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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    We all sit around waiting

    for someone to save us. Remaining blinded to the fact that the only person that can save us is ourselves.. I'm done waiting.
    herecomesthedark herecomesthedark 18-21, F 1 Response 4 days ago

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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 2 Responses Aug 17, 2013

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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 miss writing, but I need to be inspired I

    like to write about my life but as a film but I cant
    cantpick cantpick 18-21, F 2 Responses 6 days 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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    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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    A friend reminded me of my very first love

    today. I remember being in High School and into the new school year for only about two weeks when she entered the classroom. Her name was Beth too.
    RobertCarlos RobertCarlos 46-50, M 1 Response a week 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 love to write. Rachel Grate wrote an article

    on September 15th of 2014 called Science Shows Something Surprising about People who love to write. "You don't have to be a serious novelist or constantly reflecting on your life's most traumatic moments" to get benefits from writing. Writing gives the same brain response as...
    tryingagainII tryingagainII 56-60, M 1 Response 2 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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    I found a notebook from 2002 of my old poetry

    and prose and songs and I have to say, it's kind of cool to realize that you loved writing before you knew you loved writing. One I like: I love you But you don't know it Because you don't know what love is You hear me say it And you laugh It sounds so foreign It must be a joke...
    LOMD LOMD 31-35, M 1 Response 2 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 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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    I dreamed that she called out

    for me. She called my name so i went to find her. I explored every forest but she was not there. I traversed every mountain but she was not there. I crossed every desert but still, she was nowhere to be found. After i had traveled all the lands i found her. But there was a vast...
    TheWickedJester TheWickedJester 26-30, M 4 days ago

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    In that moment the music finally didn't sound

    bitter or shrill and the sun scattered across hills not to burn my skin but to ignite my soul. And I was happy.
    BandsAndNyc BandsAndNyc 18-21, F 4 Responses Oct 14

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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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    Whether it be your very first day of school

    as a small child, the day of your graduation, the day that you marry the person you want to spend the rest of your life with, the day you bring another life into this world, or any other times such as these. The big question that always lingers is "am I ready?". From the time we...
    herecomesthedark herecomesthedark 18-21, F 2 Responses Nov 13

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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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    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 always wore purple on the surface of her

    skin, daddy was a killer, an abuser, who prayed for his sins. Mummy couldn't help her even after all this time, and when her friends asked her she would answer with "I'm fine." Her sister ran away as soon as she could, she was always daddy's favorite, she was always doing good...
    Burningslowly Burningslowly 13-15, F 1 Response 6 days 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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    Writing is my go to escape from reality.

    I write everything and anything. My poetry expresses my emotions; my short stories express my creative ability; and my novels express my ideas. It is so hard to get published though.
    thewritestuff27 thewritestuff27 18-21, F 1 Response 6 hrs ago

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    "Everyday people go through pain

    that most of us will never truly understand, deaths that were beyond gruesome that most of us will never experience, and hopelessness that most of us will never have to feel or worry about."
    Burningslowly Burningslowly 13-15, F 1 Response 6 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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    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 22-25, M 6 Responses Feb 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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    This Passage Was Written A Month Ago.

    It Has Been Edited A Limited Number Of Times To Keep The Same Raw Structure. Maybe I'll Edit More If I Am Called To Later. The Fountain Of Jesus There is a fountain on a hill side that flows throughout the year and never freezes. Sinners come to bathe their hands in the red...
    MsLizBethBennet MsLizBethBennet 18-21, F 1 Response Nov 14

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    i see you sitting there lost,

    alone and heartbroken baby i know its hard but think back times were harder you are a soldier you're a fighter you fought all your battles picked yourself up when you stumbled don't give up now my soldier don't give up you're not alone anymore i will stand beside you walk hand in...
    sixlives sixlives 22-25, F 5 days ago

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    I'm trying to get more people to read my

    writing, outside of my small group of friends...whose judgment I completely trust, but I need to break out of this circle and start getting into a community of people who don't know me, and who will only know me through what I write. I have a partial manuscript that I'm...
    SunnysBlueForever SunnysBlueForever 18-21, F 2 Responses 5 days ago

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    life is so full of uncertainty,

    we sometimes question things but never seem to find the answers to our questions,thing is were we really meant to find the answers or just let it come to us. instead of going on an endless search to finding those answers we seek so badly i say live for now and surely one day you...
    sixlives sixlives 22-25, F 5 days 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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