I Love to Write

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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
    4 Responses Jan 26, 2015

    Stories I wish I could write.

    I want to write. But, I'm so... Lazy. And it takes time, effort. Focus. Thought. Pouring my feelings. When I write. I put myself in the characters position. What would I do? It's complicated. But I just love picturing the scenes. It's hard putting it on paper and sharing what...
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    7 Responses Mar 10, 2016

    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
    7 Responses Nov 24, 2014

    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...
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    2 Responses Dec 1, 2015

    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

    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
    46-50, F
    59 Responses Mar 12, 2008

    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
    22-25, F
    4 Responses May 12, 2014

    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
    2 Responses Feb 28, 2015

    -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

    I write because paper always listens

    and never interrupts.
    saintluci saintluci
    31-35, F
    1 Response Jan 12, 2015

    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
    66-70, M
    Nov 2, 2014

    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
    4 Responses Nov 14, 2014

    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...
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    2 Responses Dec 28, 2014

    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...
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    2 Responses Oct 14, 2014

    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...
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    2 Responses Dec 23, 2014

    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...
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    2 Responses Jan 8, 2015

    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
    5 Responses Dec 11, 2014

    Somebody told me that I write sex scenes like

    p0rn for men, I'm so proud, lmao
    dirtydarkness dirtydarkness
    31-35, F
    4 Responses Sep 9, 2015

    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
    4 Responses Oct 22, 2014

    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
    3 Responses Feb 23, 2015

    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...
    ItsJustBryce ItsJustBryce
    16-17, M
    4 Responses Dec 3, 2013

    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
    3 Responses Nov 9, 2014

    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

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

    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

    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
    51-55, F
    4 Responses Dec 21, 2014

    When the stars align you'll kiss me

    so deeply I'll forget my own name. You'll own me with such a passion that there is nothing my body won't do for you. You'll invade my mind with your words, weaving images so divine I'll lose my mind with desire for you. For ours is the story of legend. An epic tale to be...
    Saintlysinner Saintlysinner
    31-35, F
    1 Response Jan 9, 2016

    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

    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

    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
    66-70, M
    7 Responses Dec 20, 2014

    Quietly Our Demons lulled into a false sense

    of security I am closer to you And you are to me I am feeling your pain Erasing the Space I am the hell that stands between our fate It's the way you smoke your cigarettes It's the way I fade into your debt You see I'm insane but you haven't left Tasted our madness...
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    4 Responses Jan 27, 2015

    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
    2 Responses Dec 8, 2014

    I used to write so much

    when I was younger. Poetry was my favorite way to express myself. I still keep a diary, but haven't written in a long time. It makes me sad that I seem to have lost my desire to write. It was very therapeutic for me. I just don't trust that my deepest thoughts are truly...
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    5 Responses Feb 3, 2015

    My stories come from my heart

    and my body is just the pretty shell.
    Cinnamongrl Cinnamongrl
    51-55, F
    2 Responses Oct 1, 2014

    I enjoy writing, creating a story from nothing.

    I enjoy breathing life into yet unknown characters and letting them be discovered through descriptions and activities. They will possess a personality and they will be capable of thought via my own process but transferred to them. The desire to tell stories probably stems from...
    lasergraph lasergraph
    66-70, M
    2 Responses Oct 6, 2015

    EP's DEMISE The shock was felt through digital

    land, And it came as a surprise.. When we heard the announcement, About EP's soon demise. A lot of friendships have been formed, That may not have been another way. And many who have called this home, Will have to go away. So many people are sad and lost, And don't know what...
    lasergraph lasergraph
    66-70, M
    1 Response Mar 24, 2016

    Everything burns... An inferno of pain destroys

    my world as the flames engulf me. Red hot and molten it burns all it touches and causes irrevocable damage. Raging out of all control as the heat from the flames burns the lives of others in its wake. Out of control it sucks the oxygen until you can't breathe, fueling itself...
    Saintlysinner Saintlysinner
    31-35, F
    Dec 30, 2015

    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
    16-17, F
    15 Responses May 14, 2013

    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
    26-30, M
    4 Responses Feb 4, 2014

    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...
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    4 Responses Mar 19, 2013

    All of my books are live on Kindle

    and can be viewed through any Kindle device or on Kindle reading apps for PC, phones and tablets.The Manalapan Connection series I, II, and III are my novels. They follow the characters of David (Police detective and Lieutenant) his wife Eva, his partner Jack. They solve crimes...
    lasergraph lasergraph
    66-70, M
    4 Responses Apr 23, 2015

    I want you , all of you Even your nightmares

    The edge of your fears I want you , all of you , your blood sweat and tears Kiss me In the calm before the storm My heart is torn , and been here before What's wrong is right In black & white Tie the rope and make it tight Bind my wrists & black my eyes Write sonnets...
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    4 Responses Feb 15, 2015

    Dear No One, Lover of tomorrow,

    I wonder who you are? What will we be? In my eyes, I see personality. One that's a shining star. I feel you in my heart, Though we've never met. Can you feel the way that our eyes hold? The way that we connect? I raise my hand in hopes that you'll hold your head high Love...
    djgirl9 djgirl9
    18-21, F
    3 Responses Jan 9, 2015

    What would you say if someone asked you

    why do you write? If someone asked What does writing mean to you?.. What would you say?... I don't know.. I don't know why i write.. It just comes to me .Like fruits in the autumn ... like snows in winter... it all comes to me when i am drowning... it all comes to me and...
    Dovev Dovev
    22-25, M
    3 Responses Jan 12, 2015

    People change. You see,

    that's the thing. They love and taunt and eventually it haunts. You grow together and say forever. Till one day, forever ceases to exist. Pity. Ofcourse, the tragedy in it all isn't that they've left or abandoned you right in mid sentence. It's rather the fact you never had the...
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    4 Responses Jan 28, 2015

    Who am I? I am. Who are you?

    I am. Who is God? I am. Namaste, Holy Spirit!
    JoannaBe JoannaBe
    41-45, F
    3 Responses Jan 11, 2015

    I would like it if you enjoy it,

    but if it sucks tell me in a reasonably constructive manner. "Say, who do you suppose this belongs to?" She asked me, holding up a gold-chained necklace with little glass diamonds and plastic pearls serving as spacers between. "That necklace is yours mom." "Oh," she said...
    MeadowLark4 MeadowLark4
    18-21
    2 Responses Aug 5, 2015

    I am not sure I can pick

    such a flower. Trace her petals and slide down her stalk. Wrap selfish fingers around her and pull. I am not sure I can pick such a flower.
    HomelessWind HomelessWind
    46-50, M
    2 Responses Sep 17, 2015

    http://myverydarkside.

    tumblr.com/post/133936194082/giving-thanks
    andie2007 andie2007
    46-50, F
    2 Responses Nov 25, 2015

    I died a thousand painful deaths

    when you said goodbye. My heart bled all the colours of happiness until it was devoid of emotion. A massacre of good feelings stained the air around. I was left with the painful void of emptiness and despair, nothing to fill it but broken dreams and the ghost of a smile that...
    Saintlysinner Saintlysinner
    31-35, F
    1 Response Dec 30, 2015

    WRITING I have written down the words I’ve

    thought, And arranged them on the page. I have created characters to write about, And described their looks and age. I have created lives for them to live. And words for them to say. And created choices for them to make, All while they work and play. I gave them a heart, not...
    lasergraph lasergraph
    66-70, M
    1 Response Aug 11, 2015

    Attraction- it takes many forms,

    with many definitions of these forms. One single point remains. Attraction is like two forces coming together. You and I attracting to each other like two waves travelling at high speed. Crashing into each other and melding into one body of water. Magnetised- we are two poles...
    Saintlysinner Saintlysinner
    31-35, F
    2 Responses Jan 9, 2016

    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
    46-50, F
    5 Responses Jun 19, 2007

    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

    ... 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

    In the beginning there was chaos.

    And out of the chaos patterns emerged. And they recognized eachother and intertwined. Until finally they formed God. And God looked at the world and saw that it was good. And because he was a pattern building creator, he turned around, and created the world. And he made it as...
    JoannaBe JoannaBe
    41-45, F
    3 Responses Nov 24, 2014

    In my mind is a murder scene The sound of my

    heels hitting concrete The fear in your eyes Like your trapped in a dream Echoing from the sound of your scream It's your blood Spilled my trust Temptation and lust I'll use the knife in my back And sew myself up With this edge , seeing red Isn't that what you said...
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    5 Responses Nov 3, 2014

    Just a reflection , a glimpse ,

    a little reminder That every where you look You find her When all the doors close the shadows remain Embrace the ache Savor the pain She's written on walls surrounding your heart The bitter end won't taste like the start The need inside , remains alive But your...
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    2 Responses Sep 26, 2014

    Trace marks along my collar bone Down my

    shoulder I'm alone Fingertips then biting my lip Dig my nails Tighten my grip You were the closest thing to me Have you noticed You Are Killing Me Bruises on my back that fade Dig my nails To make them stay Oblivious to the depth of this Dismantled me With every...
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    3 Responses Apr 16, 2015

    "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...
    ItsJustBryce ItsJustBryce
    16-17, M
    3 Responses Jan 7, 2014
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