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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 7 Responses Dec 11, 2014

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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, 2014

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    Forsaken One (Sad) Tears trickling shed

    forsaken consideration (Anger) Preservative illusions rise up (Anger) Preventing perfectly placed soul’s elucidation (Sadder) Gut grinding quivers ascend up (Sadder) Flooding eye gates at breaking point (Angrier) Gnashing jaw grinds teeth to cracking (Crushed) Flames...
    AutheSouls AutheSouls 31-35, M 1 Response 2 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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    My friends are my world.

    My friends are my life. My friends are guys and girls. My friends help me in life's strife.
    neverendingfairytale2 neverendingfairytale2 36-40, F 4 days ago

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    Your words hurt more

    than a bullet Your words slice through my heart, having no mercy on my emotions, leaving my heart cold and open. They weigh heavy on my chest like guilt weighing on a murderers shoulders. Your words hurt so much , there is so much to feel,but that feeling is only numbness...
    Becca7799 Becca7799 13-15, F 5 days ago

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    I cannot plunge my roots

    where only thorns grow; in the Winter, I choose not to sleep - for, once you reach the bottom, I have learned the only way left is Up. I cannot grasp the soil that chooses to reject the sun and water offered them - but rather, would bask in its own salt-water secretions. My soul...
    CharlieBarrett CharlieBarrett 16-17, F 6 days ago

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    I was so happy to have someone before.

    Like i feel like everything is in place but I didn't know such things don't last. I was a believer of happy endings and such things. Like a girl who always wanted to watch Disney princesses dazzled by their prince. But... after the closure, i seemed to fill numb. Except.. i am...
    CursedRaven CursedRaven 16-17, F 2 Responses May 12

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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, 2014

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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 9 Responses Nov 24, 2014

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    (Cheese Dreams, May 4,

    2012) Cheese dreams, with the sentimental cycle system. Reesi was longin' in her form while the camera lens focused on the sky as the red pipe smoked it away and filtered her heart red and cheese dreams, smelled of hot fake cheese and the mutated rat, too big to get out of that...
    rememberaday2000 rememberaday2000 22-25 a week ago

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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...
    KristianNathan KristianNathan 26-30, M 3 Responses Feb 28

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    I really do. it's what I like

    for - it's the source of my passions, the drug that easily gets me high, the thing that keeps me alive. I am in love with the feeling of being able to even create something with words - something that people will like or not like, though it won't matter because I'm happy. though...
    Kairics Kairics 13-15, T May 11

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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, 2014

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    The darkness fills the sky hiding away the moon

    and starts. There is a chill in the air as Sophie and I walk down the dimly lite street. "I feel like I can't think anymore. This week has been too much. I don't think I can take anything else." Sophie says. "I know it's a lot." I say. "I hate it so much. They have always been...
    life99934 life99934 22-25, F 1 day ago

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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 4 Responses Dec 3, 2014

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    I have been writing a lot of poems today

    and lately. It helps me as life deals blows I can't seem to duck from. I wrote a tremendously long deep and romantic poem. Here is a small portion of it. I love when you look me in the eyes I appreciate your tries in life's craze It doesn't matter if we're wrong again, we have...
    neverendingfairytale2 neverendingfairytale2 36-40, F May 26

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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 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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    I like Eating the end piece from a fresh

    baguette, on my way home. Hearing a rooster's crow and the aroma of jasmine at dusk. I like A sleeping dog's trusting head on my lap. The passionate gestures of flamenco and the taste of hearty wine when I think of her. I like My son's small hands confidently holding mine...
    Dominantvelvet Dominantvelvet 46-50, M May 11

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    I write because paper always listens

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

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    Although writing books is a more recent

    development in my life, I began writing poetry when I was in high school. I didn’t write a lot but that desire grew and I discovered I had more to say, a lot more. Poetry gave way to stories and that gradually gave me the incentive to write a book. I had no problem with...
    lasergraph lasergraph 61-65, M 1 Response 2 hrs ago

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    neverendingfairytale2 neverendingfairytale2 36-40, F 1 Response May 17

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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 18-21, F 2 Responses May 21, 2013

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    The Art Of Waiting Casually she says; “One

    day!” The words fly across cyber space Arriving to a grin that cannot be stifled Mission accomplished Visions of her flame through his mind His patience & will power are fading She knows from a distance Safely behind the keys Tempting him with the future Physical space...
    AutheSouls AutheSouls 31-35, M 2 Responses 2 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 5 Responses Dec 23, 2014

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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 4 Responses Nov 9, 2014

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    you took my words and turned them into

    morphine; shadows flickered nearby, and a smile danced across my face. 1 May, 2015 @ 11:04pm
    CharlieBarrett CharlieBarrett 16-17, F 6 days 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 5 Responses Dec 2, 2014

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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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    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 4 Responses May 12, 2014

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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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    I love writing poems,

    short stories, screenplays for short films & more!
    HappySunflower HappySunflower 41-45, F 2 Responses May 21

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    nothing feels better

    than beating writers block. The way the ideas are floating and you simply don't want it to stop.
    ms0906 ms0906 16-17, F 1 Response May 23

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    Writing is an art, a monumental gift to the

    human race. Some are never graced to look upon it but to some it is life. It is as powerful as words uttered, floating through the air but as delicate as a feather. To be able to write is all you need.
    Outlier07 Outlier07 16-17, F 2 Responses 3 days ago

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    The small twinkling lights cast a golden glow

    on her tan face. Faint specks were reflected in her deep brown eyes. Her hair with color matching her pupils was filled with small daisies; the delicacy very similar to her tiny frame. Just the slightest touch of her sent shivers through my spine. This has been all I've wanted...
    NattieD123 NattieD123 13-15, F 2 days ago

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    We are having a party.

    Just ordered pizza. Barry White is playing loud. A couple of w/c bound pts. are here at the door. I am so entertaining! Actually, Mark came in and that dude is a flirt. So my last night of nights. He is right next to me. I had to flip the screen, because he was literally on top...
    jaymepopejoy jaymepopejoy 56-60, F 3 days ago

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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...
    KristianNathan KristianNathan 26-30, M 3 Responses May 9

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    Do you know your heart?

    I think not. Do you know your soul? I know not. For if We did, we would embrace each others choices, no matter what they may be. Do you know his heart? I think not. Do you know his soul? I know not. For if We did, we would honor his masculinity and raise him up in times if...
    QuiriousMe QuiriousMe 41-45, F 8 Responses Jan 26

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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 Dec 21, 2014

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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...
    Angelofthesilencess Angelofthesilencess 31-35, F 1 Response Jan 8

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    "when two hearts intertwine a bond is made,

    tears remain were they once laid.. With a future shrouded by uncertainty and doubt he would look up at thestars and shout, Spare the one whom I love of this pain so that she may hear me when I say I love you again.. My heart is her heart, my soul is her soul, my life is her life...
    Tripp93 Tripp93 18-21, M May 15

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    I haven't written anything in awhile.

    I was thinking about doing a story on my husband that committed suicide, but I'm not ready to revisit that part of my life yet.
    dirtydarkness dirtydarkness 26-30, F 2 Responses May 15

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    Fire and flame, so overwhelming You

    and I, we just want to survive To hold on tight and never let go To make it out alive No one wants to hurt, my love No one wants to cry No one wants to see their love Slowly fall apart and die So take my hand, we'll escape Feel the sweet surrender Taste the laughter on my...
    theartisttt theartisttt 18-21, F 6 Responses 6 days ago

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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...
    Angelofthesilencess Angelofthesilencess 31-35, F 4 Responses Dec 28, 2014

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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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