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    The amulet in my hands emulated a warmth like

    the touch of a maiden’s rosy skin in the winter. Waves of heat rolling and tumbling over each other as the brine water of the sea, sending delicious chills over my skin. Each pulse made me lust for the heat of it more, and I wondered how I had lived so many moons in frigid...
    CaitlinElizabeth815 CaitlinElizabeth815 16-17, F Jan 20

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    Life is a dream that becomes a

    nightmare Nightmare is an illusion that becomes reality Reality is a decree that becomes eternal life Copyright ExistenceInSilence @ 2016
    ExistenceInSilence ExistenceInSilence 41-45, M 2 Responses Jan 26

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    "Sometimes what you bury doesn't come back" A

    huddled mass of people stood against the white soft snow. The green carpet stretched forth before them. The casket adorned with red roses. The white snow covered the red petals turning the tops to a soft pink. In the shadows of this madness, the man sat despondent to the...
    AmazingPoet AmazingPoet 41-45, M 1 Response 5 days 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...
    deleted deleted 26-30 3 Responses Feb 28, 2015

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    Muse and me Part 9 We loved each other

    and basked in the wonderful glow of our love for each other. I knew that I wasn't just falling in love with her i was falling head over heels for her. She amazes me with her sexual prowess, her emotional availability and her love for me. My own situation has caused me to feel...
    deleted deleted 26-30 Jan 17

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    Chapter Four Her image in the window,

    watching him walk away Her door to this universe slams shut He bursts out of the house, Behind him the laws of science is about to be questioned, In this forbidden land of emotions, Her cries shatter the glass in her world, Her pain ignited, The flame glows the darkness, The...
    ExistenceInSilence ExistenceInSilence 41-45, M 2 Responses Jan 18

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    Hi everyone. :) I was hoping I could get some

    input on this story I began to write, thanks. <3 https://docs.google.com/document/d/1TJtWOuYNixNH7Vrh1wjD49rWkFpzpz3JNAUrOmCdxnQ/edit?usp=sharing
    KittySoules KittySoules 22-25, T 7 hrs ago

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    The Resurrection of Gregory S Pruett (Or: How

    I became the Prairie Lazarus' Lover). It wasn't possible, and yet there was no other explanation. Eva's mind tried to rationalize it, and failing, then struggled to accept it nonetheless. But another part, a deeper part, of her knew it to be true, and perhaps had known it upon...
    Woody6 Woody6 41-45, M 1 Response 2 days ago

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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...
    deleted deleted 26-30 6 Responses Dec 11, 2014

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    All my life I felt so lost,

    so misunderstood. I always felt like the black sheep of my family, like the invisible friend. I was always the girl that couldn't fit anywhere, that belonged nowhere, that wouldn't be missed by anyone, that would be unlovable and unlikeable all her life. I was always the piece...
    LittleUnicorn LittleUnicorn 18-21 4 Responses Jan 30

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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 9 Responses Sep 1, 2007

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    I'm still working on something written from the

    opposite gender. Meanwhile, this came to me yesterday while self-reminiscing about the great loves of my life. Enjoy. http://myverydarkside.tumblr.com/post/137436807377/he-wasnt-you
    andie2007 andie2007 41-45, F Jan 17

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    All my life I've searched

    for words that will somehow manage to convey a meaning beyond the material and will leave a lasting impression. Yet, the more I think about it, the less purpose I see to writing at all. What are these symbols after all, beyond an arbitrarily structured mass of scribbles? How do...
    dearstranger dearstranger 18-21, F 1 Response Jan 31

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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 5 Responses Jan 26, 2015

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    Would Heaven think its seraphim Ones to waltz

    upon a rose bed With Man, or ones to pass over him In favor of the jeweled stars instead? Would they - who in planar spaces dwell - Descend for mere cries from a child? Fix? Mend? Love, ere rising o'er Hell To guard their smile, and guard it well? Yea! 'tis true; I have borne...
    MrTimothyMcNeil MrTimothyMcNeil 18-21, M 1 Response Jan 26

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    Seeing your eyes is like,

    Watching words fall like rain, Immersing in a river of rhythm, Giving meaning to beautifully carved ice, Shaping the silk of your stare, And the taste of fire from your eyes… Inspired by a picture of Camilla Belle And Adele - Set Fire To The Rain
    ExistenceInSilence ExistenceInSilence 41-45, M 1 Response Jan 22

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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, 2015

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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...
    deleted deleted 26-30 8 Responses Nov 24, 2014

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    That odd itching sensation

    that had been crawling over her skin the past two days heightening to the point of discomfort. She couldn't see a future with him, she felt like the "honeymoon," so to speak, was over, she felt as though it was time to let go. So soon? She asked herself. Yes. So soon. "I...
    PixieParty PixieParty 31-35, F Jan 21

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    I Really Do.

    I wouldn't ever say that writing is my hobby. That would be too weak and too unappropriate expression for everything that it means to me. Writing is my desire, my passion, my freedom, my way of leaving the mark. I may say that it has actually become my way of thinking as well...
    deleted deleted 26-30 17 Responses Feb 8, 2009

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    Mirage calling her name,

    She sees images she cannot describe, Thunderstorm falling from the clouds, She hears voices she cannot understand, Rivers streaming into the seas, She reads words she cannot articulate, Scents bursting from desire, She breathes what she cannot taste, Lost in this world, She...
    ExistenceInSilence ExistenceInSilence 41-45, M 5 Responses Jan 21

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    The rain fell hard that day

    as he stood outside. The rain drops seemed to anticipate things to come. Slowly speeding up in their own way. The decisions that fell writhing in each solemn drop. His hand in his pocket he looked across. Wanting to go inside there but afraid of his own truth. In a...
    AmazingPoet AmazingPoet 41-45, M 1 Response 2 days ago

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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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    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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    Petitions for people

    who support film, voice acting, 90s Nick tv, or income equality. If you support film, sign. Its to make california film permit fees for no budget films to be free/waived. https://www.change.org/p/california-film-commission-filmla-allow-no-budget-films-to-be-exempt-from-film...
    supergirl805 supergirl805 22-25, F 1 Response Feb 1

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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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    A place where the sun battles the demons of the

    pole, To warm the hearts of lost souls seeking for an escape, A barren & solitary land a million miles away from life, Surrounded by an ocean of frantic navy blue waves, Exposing its inner secrets to the uninhibited sailors, It was still home, a home of timeless presence...
    ExistenceInSilence ExistenceInSilence 41-45, M 1 Response Jan 19

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    In the silence my prayers are heard The hollow

    notes that plead forth my sins Lovers to be yet not to be Wretched passion drenched in the Devils thorn My lover , my life , these sins reborn.
    AmazingPoet AmazingPoet 41-45, M 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
    deleted deleted 26-30 4 Responses Nov 9, 2014

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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...
    deleted deleted 26-30 4 Responses Dec 2, 2014

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    It occurs to me that I've always been a writer.

    It's intrinsic, a trait passed-down to me by my writer-mom. I wrote a children's book when I just 10. I've written everyday (in some form) for almost 20 years. Journals and journals of entries, blog posts, messages, reports. Writing is one of the few things I can tolerate...And...
    PassiveActivist PassiveActivist 70+, F Jan 24

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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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    Chapter Three The door creaks open,

    A silhouette stands waiting, Soft hazy glow behind, reveals his hesitation, Sweaty trembling fists fluctuating the glow, Squeaking wood floor buckles under his walk, A desk filled with scattered papers with an open letter, It was his last letter, a year ago, His breathe gets...
    ExistenceInSilence ExistenceInSilence 41-45, M Jan 18

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    Rumbling felt beneath bare feet,

    Standing on mountain top, Wind blowing Indian feathers, Tired eyes gazing the horizon, Clouds turning to dark silver, Rolling thunder in the distance, Signalling its arrival, Surrounding eagles desperate for flesh, Spear unearthed for war, The war paint faces waiting for this...
    ExistenceInSilence ExistenceInSilence 41-45, M 1 Response Jan 23

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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...
    deleted deleted 26-30 6 Responses Nov 14, 2014

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    "Umbilical" (c) 2013-2015 the cord stretches

    long with the distance between us; and even if another word were never to be spoken again, a part of me will always be you.
    arailia03 arailia03 26-30, F 3 Responses Nov 6, 2015

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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 1 Response Nov 2, 2014

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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...
    deleted deleted 26-30 4 Responses Feb 23, 2015

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    Chapter Two White lacy dress sensuously

    slipped up high to her thighs, Walking bare feet, gently floating in a mystic rhythm, Thin stems of the green grass brushing her skin, As she tucks her hair behind her ear, A gesture of immaculate femininity, Afternoon sunset watering her wonder eyes, Her walk continues...
    ExistenceInSilence ExistenceInSilence 41-45, M 1 Response Jan 18

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    I love to write, especially in my native

    language - portuguese. I recently created a blog and it had 500 views on the first 20 days. I'm so glad. It's so gratifying to finally understand that people appreciate your talent!
    deleted deleted 26-30 Jan 31

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    The Poignancy Of Love The majestic beauty of

    this enchanted place stands pale in its comparison to thee crested in a night of armor a simple wanderer of the truth in a deathly place for love's fallacies I wander the distance finding myself here this place collapses against time itself rearing back against its own...
    AmazingPoet AmazingPoet 41-45, M 1 Response 3 days ago

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    Is it wrong? To be so overwhelmed by a constant

    desire that can only be filled by one and no other? I have this now. This ache for only you and you alone. Come to me, give me what I desire, in my dreams where anything will happen. All these feelings and more. Touch me, kiss me, feel me cringe with fierce want and desire make...
    Havegreatfriends Havegreatfriends 41-45, F 5 Responses Dec 1, 2015

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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...
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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...
    deleted deleted 26-30 1 Response May 9, 2015

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    He stood against the lamp post.

    His tall dark figure hiding in the succulent shadows. This distaste for life for where he emotionally was. Staring across the street at the shining neon lights of the diner. He wanted to cross but knew he couldn't. He wanted to more than anything but all he could do was sit...
    deleted deleted 26-30 1 Response Jan 16

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