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    Your powers reside in the darkest of

    places Your denial, self loathing, it never erases The events, the experiences, inside you they hide Consuming your soul Your True purpose denied Existing with turmoil, life filled with despair You keep telling yourself, "this is so unfair" So follow your instincts and work...
    QuiriousMe QuiriousMe 41-45, F 5 Responses Jan 20

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    I have to write. It's like a nervous energy

    that pushes me around. I go through periods where everything seems poetic and I want to capture that moment and paint it into existence. I started writing erotic stories a while back and I love it. Love to sketch a woman's desires. I try to write with passion and sincerity...
    DeepCee DeepCee 46-50, M 1 Response 3 days ago

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    In the beginning was the Word,

    and the Word became life. The life spoke of the Word, proclaiming it to the corners of the world. But speech was not powerful enough, and thus silence followed. And in the sound of silence music formed music powerful enough to conquer cities and minds, to crumble walls of doubt...
    JoannaBe JoannaBe 41-45, F Feb 21

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    Write. Not just because you have to say

    something. Write. Because you have SOMETHING to say.
    KaleidoscopeMoment KaleidoscopeMoment 36-40, F 2 Responses Jan 21

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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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    Agael Varice: Word Count: 500ish
No Italics

    so dey look like dis: ‘meh’ Unedited stuff from me book, humor me, will yah? XD "Well, well, if it isn’t for her most gracious in the very flesh!" Lyanna looked up from her book with a start to see the High Duchess of Varice lowering herself into a deep curtsey. "It is...
    Cryx Cryx 16-17, F 1 Response 4 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 4 Responses Oct 14, 2014

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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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    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, 2014

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    Part of me wants to lash out in anger towards

    the person I've become. Part of me wants to remain prim and proper and be the innocent girl some think I am. I dipped my toes into a sinful life full of hatred and the ugliness rubbed off on my soul. My eyes sting with the exhaustion of yesterday and my heart aches for the young...
    Chelsea56 Chelsea56 18-21, F 2 Responses 2 days ago

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    I'm working on a new draft of my masters thesis

    and I need some readers to let me know if what I've got so far is moving in the right direction. Comment or shoot me a message if you're up for reading a "hot off the presses", Craig Newman original.
    ACraigNewman ACraigNewman 36-40, M Feb 18

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    Novel title view... The secret world of Maya

    Alexander Or Maya Alexander's secret world Or Maya Alexander: secret world Oh just and of the last two and lose the surname?
    Author1980 Author1980 31-35, F 1 Response 2 hrs ago

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    I am like the millions of dust particles

    colliding against each other...dancing n making way through in that one ray of sunlight..n he..he is my shining beam of Sunlight!
    urnesha urnesha 18-21, F 4 days 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 17 Responses May 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 1 Response Sep 8, 2012

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    My silent obsession Pin ******

    and cold sweat Move across my untouched flesh My bruises are fading And I'm contemplating Ways to entangle myself in your web Cold air in my face and I only taste you Unfair , but I wait and I crave only you A sickness of desire And scenes in my mind Your touch gets me...
    Angelofthesilencess Angelofthesilencess 31-35, F 6 Responses 6 days 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, 2014

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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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    I've been writing for years now.

    I haven't gone to school for it, I haven't really let anyone know until now. My best friend doesn't know, my parents don't know. I hate people reading what I write. It is like a phobia of mine. I don't even like reading what I write. Currently, my story is 247 pages long. Yeah...
    asinc5157 asinc5157 18-21 1 Response 6 days ago

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    I've always loved writing

    and expressing myself on paper or online. To me writing makes me feel more like myself, when I feel completely lost or out of focus writing helps me bring myself back to reality and it helps me relax whenever I panic and get anxiety. It's beautiful to be able to write something...
    glomilk glomilk 16-17, F 10 hrs ago

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    I feel like writing but don't know what.

    It's like I have a bunch of ideas but none satisfies me :/
    SpecialButReal SpecialButReal 18-21, F 4 Responses a week 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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    Prairie Dreams: Memories I grew up in a small

    town on the Alberta prairie. The Welcome To and Come Back Soon signs were on the same post. They rolled the sidewalks up promptly at six, noon on Wednesdays. Friday night was late night shopping, the stores stayed open until nine. It was almost a social event. Sundays...
    manofsolitude manofsolitude 46-50 2 Responses 6 days ago

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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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    My stories come from my heart

    and my body is just the pretty shell.
    Pinky65 Pinky65 46-50, F 2 Responses Oct 1, 2014

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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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    Ramblings Of A Retired Mind

    Miss “B” The year was about 1959. I was in high school. I was a very good student in grammar school, but for various reasons I tossed all that and fell down on the job in ninth grade. Puberty and the teen years were very dark periods for me…I was depressed and sad which...
    cheleshere cheleshere 66-70, F 5 Responses Mar 19, 2013

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    I just signed up for an online course on how to

    write a novel. It may turn out to be totally useless, but if it can get me writing again, it's worth it. All these feelings and thoughts need an out before they drive me completely insane. My favorite author says she writes because she can't do anything else. I think I...
    CAgrlnGA CAgrlnGA 31-35, F 2 Responses 5 days ago

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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 2 Responses Jan 8

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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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    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 2 Responses 1 day 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 5 Responses May 12, 2014

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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, 2014

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    December 29th 2014, 3:30am Like the cool breeze

    he touches my heart and leaves leaving me smiling Like a hollow case, I feel empty, not of my heart but of the mere absence of his touch Like the shadow in the dark, my loneliness creeps in, leaving me missing him even more Like beautiful light rain, our brief memories drop on...
    GrayCee87 GrayCee87 26-30, F Feb 21

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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 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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    she was in his future,

    he was in her past and somewhere in between lay the present.
    urnesha urnesha 18-21, F 1 Response 3 days ago

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    As a young teenage female I started to love

    writing different stories about my life, thoughts, and fantasies besides sex. As a woman today, I still enjoy writing when I have time to do so. I have not had anything published but maybe some day I will we a published author.
    brunettewifeandmom brunettewifeandmom 31-35, F 2 Responses 3 days ago

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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 2 Responses Dec 4, 2014

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    “You have my permission not to love me.

    I know that at times, I am a storm breaking down walls, devastating in my destruction. And yes, I realize that I will never be that easy Sunday morning that you always craved. But what I am not is a living apology. I will not carry around with me a suitcase filled with all...
    MollieB MollieB 31-35, F 2 Responses Feb 19

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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 7 Responses Jan 26

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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 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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    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 Dec 20, 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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    I do but don't. I love writing

    but not for no reason. I cant just sit down and write. There has to be a reason. I love sending letters. I know its super outdated but I do feel like when you live far from someone it gives you nice piece of real memorabilia but I've never even met someone really that wanted to...
    Raptax231 Raptax231 18-21, M 2 Responses 4 days ago

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    “The only poetry I’ll ever need,

    is your fingers in my hair and your lips on my body.”
    MollieB MollieB 31-35, F Feb 19

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    My rants are now poems.

    .. >.< Here's the time When I'll dance my way to happiness And so to think, I don't really dance. I'll sing to the world Like a wolf howling to the moon I'll write as if there's no tomorrow Be the goddess of my own world. All these, I do. Because I am sad, And its kinda...
    Seaspiritaria Seaspiritaria 13-15, F 1 Response 1 day ago

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    Songs woefully sung, eyes mesmerised by the

    strange charm of the two love struck souls standing so elegantly at the end of the aisle. Intensity struck right from their cores as they recited the lines of surrender, with a gleaming look of accomplishment appearing in their eyes. They stared at each other with cheeky grins...
    Lunarflowerrr Lunarflowerrr 22-25, F 2 Responses Feb 22

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    If we knew how our life would plan out,

    would that make it easier or harder? Would we prepare for what's coming, or would we just run? We all get this feeling, this moment of regret, fear and sadness. This moment can either last for a minute or a lifetime. We promise ourselves that we are going to change, that we...
    lifeofhope lifeofhope 16-17, F 1 Response 3 days ago

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    I wish I could write a thousand words to you to

    co author our imaginings, but you returned to reality... My muse! I miss you! You made my insanity plausible. You were my escape. You helped me breathe in and out when I didn't exist in the here and now. But you went back through the looking glass. We're you ever here with...
    Author1980 Author1980 31-35, F a week ago

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