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I Love to Write

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    It is hard, when it's your own shoes Or those

    of someone you care for When death is staring you in the face, and all you can do is stare back And wait. Sometimes it's hard to accept that life keeps moving It doesn't wait for you It doesn't stop for you Or your loved ones It keeps moving, and you have to keep moving with it...
    CharlieBarrett CharlieBarrett 16-17, F 1 Response 16 hrs ago

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    I write until I can't write anymore Whether

    it's from loss of blood Or from The salty waves, crashing Onto my pages Whether it's too dark in the forest, or Too light in Heaven I write until I can't write anymore, because My heart is made of Paper And my soul, of Ink. - Something I wrote on the way to dance, between...
    CharlieBarrett CharlieBarrett 16-17, F 16 hrs ago

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    I express myself through writing.

    Love, pain, sorrow, happiness... It all needs a place to remain, and what better place then within endless pages of expression!
    EstherKay EstherKay 22-25 1 Response Jul 8

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    I used to write all the time,

    since before I started school. But I haven't written in months. I used to rely of writing for my release, but over the years it's just kind of stopped working. Now when I write I get stressed, and even if something makes me happy for a bit I always end up hating myself when I...
    deleted deleted 26-30 1 Response 6 days ago

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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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    I had to write about a villain

    who is a villain to both good and bad characters We are told about monsters when we’re little but not knowing where they are always made us wonder where are they? Under our beds, in our closest or the wind that blows through your hair at night. Well what if your parents...
    DavidHamilton1 DavidHamilton1 16-17, M 1 Response 5 days ago

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    Feeling the hot metal walls,

    I begin to search for the light switch. He growling grew louder the faster my hands moved. My heart pounding, my head spinning, my eyes try to adjust but struggle as my sweat slowly rolls down my forehead and on to my glasses. Something begins to claw at the walls in front of me...
    bebe805 bebe805 18-21, F Jul 15

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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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    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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    Written words give me a voice.

    It's a way to express myself. Sometimes it's hard to tell if people are listening when you're speaking...on the other hand you can't tell if people are absorbing what they're reading either. I love to write because it lets me comprehend my thoughts. It feels like I have ADHD...
    KukeretheFox KukeretheFox 13-15, F 6 days ago

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    I saw life... but it wasn't about fairy tales.

    . Or princesses waiting for their prince. I saw life as a complete disaster. Where i always wait if the darkness will soon come and swallow me. I saw life as if its the sea that can drown me, as if i'm pinochio's father swallowed by the whale of fear... I saw life.. Life that...
    PartyPoison04 PartyPoison04 13-15, F Jul 15

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    I do love to write, I love to twist my sorrows

    into something dark and beautiful and make stories out of it. Writing is like a type of therapy to me, but I'm one of those people who never finishes a story. I'd love to, but if I can't think of an amazing ending, I'd rather have no ending at all. Weird, huh?
    mournwiththemoonandthestars mournwiththemoonandthestars 13-15, F 1 Response Jul 12

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    I wonder what you would say

    if you knew that every time I hear this noise see the little symbol that means someone is there I only look, to see if it's you - It never is.
    CharlieBarrett CharlieBarrett 16-17, F 16 hrs ago

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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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    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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    My first short story,

    please give me feedback, enjoy<3 Journal of the Destroyed Dear Journal, The world was turned to debris in a little less than a week due to the swift conflagration. Where the colossal buildings once stood is left to ash and dust. There are few people left in our frigid city...
    Neexels Neexels 16-17, F 1 Response Jul 3

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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 1 Response Sep 1, 2007

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    One day, she was a child full of life and

    great ambitions, but her delicate heart was broken by years, was killed by family before enemy. They blew out her candle, the candle of enthusiasm. They buried her talent. They let her young soul walk alone. Dad. Yes, you dad. You love me, I know. You protect...
    Lebanesesoul Lebanesesoul 22-25, F 5 Responses Apr 10

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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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    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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    "There are people in this world

    that are so unhealthy that they live to destroy anything that gets in the way of what makes them feel better. Those are the people that you must guard your heart from. Slowly you'll learn that those people aren't always evident in society, it may take a lot of time and emotion...
    Chelsea56 Chelsea56 18-21, F 1 Response Jul 1

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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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    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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    I am an ONLINE writer with a passion to.

    ..well,write. My name on writerscafe is rayner ramsay,my real name. so please,nobody get any ideas of using it
    orangreeffect orangreeffect 22-25, M Jul 10

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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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    Time is so unkind to those

    who fall so hard They leave you bleeding in a pool of broken hearts Now is the season to sell love in wooden carts But Do I have to put my life on hold for a message on a card?
    valcas valcas 26-30, F 1 Response Jul 4

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    I look into her eyes

    as she stares back into mine. Everything is silent. The world around is has disappeared, it's just us, standing in the center of the universe. Our fingers slightly touch as we move closer together, our bodies so close I could feel her heartbeat. I look down at her lips as I bite...
    bebe805 bebe805 18-21, F 1 Response Jul 15

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    I am so depressed. I literally think about

    killing myself every single day of my life, but I'm too much of a coward to go through with it. I'm sick of living. I have no friends, and I never will. Everytime I think i find out, they abandon me and make me more suicidal than ever. I am so sick and tired of this waste of an...
    blipsycat1 blipsycat1 18-21, M Jul 16

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    Hello I have a blog that I already started.

    Check it, also if your on Wordpress follow me please and thank you www.natashalov.wordpress.com
    natashaxxs natashaxxs 31-35, F 17 hrs ago

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    Kinda sad because the book I wish to write

    would cause more trouble then I actually need
    EricRadliffe EricRadliffe 18-21, M 4 Responses Jun 30

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    HOW THE SONNET LOST HER WORDS!

    I tell you of this one episode from the life of William the Shakespeare, Don’t blame me if it sends you into a fit of despair. So, a fine morrow saw the popular Mr. Shakespeare Indulged in some elicit writing affair. Not that something new hath happened but, The crazy poet...
    anuragch11 anuragch11 18-21, M Jul 15

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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 need some help! I've been writing a couple

    books for about three years now and I'm about to rewrite the first one (don't like it). I'm looking for a nice small town, one with either a lake or a coastline view.. Any suggestions? I'm having trouble finding one with great scenery. I would appreciate the help.
    bebe805 bebe805 18-21, F 5 Responses Jul 15

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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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    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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    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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    Writing is my life. It always has been.

    Ever since I first learned how to put my ideas to paper I have loved it. It's my escape. Yes, I am isolated from the real world because I just write, I never really talk to anyone, but I love it. I love the silence, I love the sound of my fingers hitting the keys as I write...
    WhiskeyRoger369 WhiskeyRoger369 16-17, M 18 hrs ago

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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 2 Responses May 12

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    I love to write sexy stories

    and fantasies, I can write anything from getting banged from 10 guys to jogging naked with my gf around my area.
    HotJanna HotJanna 18-21, F Feb 1

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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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    I love to write songs

    and stories it helps me break down and express my feelings
    lonelinessneverfades lonelinessneverfades 13-15, F Jul 1

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    I was there when you drew your last breath,

    leaving this world to join another... or so I like to think. "A few hours." That's what he said, the man in the white. The man who was supposed to save you, but couldn't. But you were ready to go, I know it, you've told me. You said that you weren't afraid, and that you...
    Akumakun Akumakun 22-25, M 5 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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    Even though I will probably never publish,

    writing brings me pure joy and keeps me sane.
    autumnwinds20 autumnwinds20 22-25, F 3 Responses Jul 17

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    i have been through tunnels of darkness leading

    me in to worlds of light in which words aren't powerful enough to express the structures of such ideal concepts of existence.. it all starts and ends within
    RoobieCatenis RoobieCatenis 18-21, F 1 Response Jul 10

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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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    If anyone has an iPhone

    or iPad or anything similar, there is an app called Pixotale you can use to write. Its similar to a picture book in a way. Its a really neat app. My account is under Malika Shimizu. Hopefully i'll see some of you there! :)
    MysteriousAddiction MysteriousAddiction 16-17, F 5 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 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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    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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    Writing takes me away.

    To distant places. To lost lands and open seas. To only hopes and broken dreams. I love to write. About nothing and everything. About why I can and why I can't Writing is my life. It is happy Sad Mad Lonely Scared Depressed It is me. It is you. It is we. As you can see It...
    HopelesslyScared HopelesslyScared 22-25, F 1 Response Jun 30

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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 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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