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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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    ... 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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    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 2 Responses Sep 8, 2012

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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...
    LillyRaven LillyRaven 22-25, F 2 Responses Aug 17, 2013

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    I am that person.. I am the person who's been

    there for you for some of the worst days of your life.. I'm the person who stayed with you when some of those who you considered friends left you.. I'm the person who supported you when you were struggling with your career even by just being your driver.. I'm the person who's...
    Iknowsomethingnow Iknowsomethingnow 26-30, F 1 Response Apr 8

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    Like a bohemian my soul wanders from place to

    place in search of the other half. Somewhere here it feels close to its destination. So sometimes I rest here in the shed of love, barefoot I walk through beaches of hope painting on the sand my raw emotions. Hit by waves of love my heart races in jet speed but alone when I...
    winterfall winterfall 36-40 13 hrs ago

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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 2 Responses Feb 1

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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 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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    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 7 Responses Mar 28, 2013

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    Behind the veil I keep Unshed tears flow

    deep Heart leaks like a sieve every cell of my being bleed The undercurrents own me making me numb and blue No use of fighting the fatal truth echoes my mind, time seconds so The lover’s song that I script Every night in my mind It becomes a frame of travesty With the...
    winterfall winterfall 36-40 13 hrs ago

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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 nature is of independence Because I hate

    being dependent on others. It's not that I don't want to trust you. It's just that I don't. Do I sound ignorant? Arrogant? Conceited? Is it just that my practices Will one day leave me defeated? Will I one day fall? Will I have somewhere to land? If you see me again Will you...
    Audrina14 Audrina14 13-15, F 5 days ago

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    Sometimes a person's cover changes

    but their story remains the same. - I wrote this about judging someone based on their fashion statement.
    blossomingbeauti blossomingbeauti 36-40, F 3 days ago

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    They said write it and burn it instead i went

    and cut myself i can bleed,yes it hurts oh god! why am i not just dreaming ? ..showerscripts.. one of my Aprils.
    RoobieCatenis RoobieCatenis 18-21, F 1 Response Apr 14

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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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    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'm tired so tired physically,

    mentally, even more so emotionally. I keep following the same path over and over again somehow not knowing where it's going to take me. How foolish. Repeating the same mistakes as if I don't know what to expect, feeling as if I'm missing something that's on the other path...
    Jvibes Jvibes 18-21, F 6 days 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 18-21, F 26 Responses Jun 15, 2007

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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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    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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    Numb

    in a bout of stupor. i laughed when i was supposed to cry. and when i tried to cry. i discovered that i no longer can. so i pinched myself. only to discover that it no longer hurts. i panicked. i realized. my soul's growing callouses.
    BloviatingBuffoon BloviatingBuffoon 70+, F 4 Responses Sep 28, 2012

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    Writing is therapy for me.

    It releases all the pent up raw emotions coursing in my veins. Ideas for stories and poems come from the past and present time. Ideas just flow from my head to my pen with no rhyme or reason. Certain days bring out certain sides of my writing. Sadness, joy, anger, and...
    AuroraDwen AuroraDwen 41-45, F 4 Responses 23 hrs ago

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    Writing is something I have done in various

    forms for a while some of it posted here. I have published a non fiction book on Kindle but just now trying my hand at a novel that will be published at some point. One thing I do know after being a graphic artist for 41 years is that not everyone is going to like it. In fact...
    lasergraph lasergraph 61-65, M 2 days ago

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    This is an idea I had

    for a story: Humans are extinct. We were wiped out by spirits who were sick of how we treated the world. There was a Great War and much environmental consequences. Many years later, three elven women, Rosalina, Salamandra, and Lilandila, who all have many struggles in life, are...
    HeartOfNature HeartOfNature 13-15, F 6 Responses 2 days ago

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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 5 Responses Feb 4

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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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    Writing has always been an interest of mine,

    since I was exposed to the harsh reality of ignorance. To be able to express my emotions through a few sentences, all of which accounted for the emotions I could not physically express. Being trapped behind a façade can be confusing, you begin to believe the lies you tell...
    The2ndLaw The2ndLaw 16-17, F 2 Responses 13 hrs ago

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    I have written poetry

    for years generally as an expression of an event, and most of time it was a sad event or emotional event. I have starting writing books as well now but that comes from a different place. It is from the mind. So I tell people if you want to know what I think read my books, if...
    lasergraph lasergraph 61-65, M 2 Responses 6 days ago

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    Choose My Ending-DAY 4: I open my eyes

    as a crisp breeze hits me, it's day, same forest, i think? Rather than gold glitter it's silver. No birds sing, but a low, deep melody hum from the silver glitter? There is no haze, i am grateful. I take careful steps away from the now silver fairies to a patch of sun, I...
    Stargasm Stargasm 22-25, F 5 Responses Apr 11

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    Okay sooo I write all the time

    and I've been told I'm pretty good so here's something I wrote recently tell me what you think We live for today only. No one tells us how long we will survive. I am but a simple human but I am capable of anything in existence. I am indefinite, lacking of definition, but I am...
    diden diden 26-30 4 days ago

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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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    "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 4 Responses Jan 7

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    You probably think I never give you a second

    thought. I do. Every day. But I warned you. It's the nature of a monster, right? I ******* warned you. Why is it so hard to grasp? I go away sometimes. And I never give straight answers. Why do you think I hate humans so damn much? (We're such a gullible breed.) It's a...
    CharlieBarrett CharlieBarrett 16-17, F Apr 14

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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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    I've recently decided to go back to college

    and devour as many English classes as I can so I can put together a portfolio of my work. When a family member asked me about it, he made the comment, "Well I don't know how much money you can make doing that". I couldn't help it, I was so mortified and offended. Logically I...
    staystronglivelong29 staystronglivelong29 26-30, F 4 days ago

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    Soul Alone 1 : The Never Ending Night

    Let darkness guide me,..... for a person sitting alone in front of a computer table with nothing but a laptop without a work without a goal, can hear the whispers of even the most silent creatures. Unless you have a headphone on you. This is just the later end of the end story...
    NestleDraf NestleDraf 26-30, M 4 Responses Sep 20, 2013

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    My Musings

    I feel a little dead. I am a little embarrassed to complain about anything in my life right now because I have a lot of good things going for me, and they far outweigh the bad stuff that’s happening. At least that’s what it looks like, looking at my life from an outsider’s...
    BloviatingBuffoon BloviatingBuffoon 70+, F 10 Responses Sep 29, 2012

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    Patsy and Linda, then Lorraine.

                                                Lorraine.                                                                     Part one. Most weeks for the last two months I...
    AlmostAristotle AlmostAristotle 61-65, M 6 Responses Aug 27, 2012

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    It's all so much better with you.

    Even when I'm with my friends, their conversations fade into your name. It could just be a trick of the ears. Or maybe just a trick of the heart. We did share many things. And memories still sit with me on the front porch. And somedays I still see you show up to Give me company...
    Audrina14 Audrina14 13-15, F 1 Response 5 days ago

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    Choose My Ending- DAY 2: You helped me decide

    to grab the small blunt object under the bed, upon pulling it out I discover it is metal flash light. I hope i can use it to my advantage. In a stabbing motion I hit him in the face aiming for the eyes. With more struggle he actually retreats, dashing out of the house. I close...
    Stargasm Stargasm 22-25, F 4 Responses Apr 8

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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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    Somedays I still see you.

    Sometimes I still think about you. It hurts me. I cry. How much more do I have to explain? ... It's not easy To live with pain you brought to me. I felt it in every soft touch, Heard it in every "I love you", Saw it in every part of you. But refused to accept what you were doing...
    Audrina14 Audrina14 13-15, F 4 days ago

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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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    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 6 Responses Mar 25

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    I know that I don't have very much; A little

    bit of duct tape and a bunch of free hugs I'm not the prettiest, and I'm not very smart But if you give me a few tries, I could fix up your heart You see, I think I finally get it; how the pieces fit Although I've got to warn you, you'll never recover all of it But maybe in the...
    CharlieBarrett CharlieBarrett 16-17, F 1 Response Apr 14

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    hey dad ..when i was little,

    did you imagined me all grown up… physically .and mentally? there must be a spark left in my eyes that makes you rememberer im the same girl i once was. that must be the only reason you still love me did i had so much flaws like the ones you see now? i still love cats i...
    RoobieCatenis RoobieCatenis 18-21, F 1 Response Apr 9

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    I'm not inclined to have a faith,

    So it's kinda new to me I don't believe in wishing on stars They've always let me be I think it's fair, all the same If I don't get my way If I couldn't meet the goals Because my will had swayed I try hard not to lay blame It's a silly waste of time If I don't depend on someone...
    CharlieBarrett CharlieBarrett 16-17, F 1 Response Apr 14

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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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    Choose My Ending- DAY 3: Hiding in the shadows

    I make my way to the woods. There is no path, this could be a good thing. I trek deep and slow, cautious not to make much noise. Shouts are fading out behind me and I feel- no, I know I'm not the only one hiding in here. Thoughts of climbing trees until dawn creeps in my mind...
    Stargasm Stargasm 22-25, F 3 Responses Apr 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 22-25, M 5 Responses Feb 13, 2013

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    Hello, lass. Remember me?

    I used to sing to you about flowers, while staring at your pretty pictures. You always said they were dull. But they amazed me. We used to talk for hours. In the Autumn, in the Summer. And all the days in between. You've grown. I've grown. We've grown apart. Were you just a...
    CharlieBarrett CharlieBarrett 16-17, F Apr 14

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    I keep a journal in a secret place.

    Well, it's not so much a journal, it's a collection of my most private thoughts along with some poetry I've written. I keep it hidden from my husband and there is only 1 person I would trust enough to share it. Should there be thoughts that I never write down? I feel bad when I...
    staystronglivelong29 staystronglivelong29 26-30, F 1 Response a week ago

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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 keep writing letters to "a non-existent

    address." You were there once, but you had to go and disappear. I know you're still there, but every evening whispers in my ear, "Here is where you rest." In loving memory; I love you so much. Weeks, now. A month. Too many days altogether. "What about you? I wonder how you...
    CharlieBarrett CharlieBarrett 16-17, F 1 Response Apr 14

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    You may call me distant; I'm just a dreamer.

    You can say I'm quiet; I'm just waiting to be heard. You may say I'm complicated; You actually wouldn't be lying. You call me strange; I admit, I'm beautifully weird. You may curse me out; I walk away. You call me crazy; Madness is the sublimity of intelligence. You might say...
    Audrina14 Audrina14 13-15, F 4 days ago

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    I love writing stories,

    (including fan fiction) and expressing myself through words. :)
    Knicksfan20 Knicksfan20 18-21, M 2 Responses Apr 9

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