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    The unseen writes... A sharp blade in his one

    hand, searing flame in the other. ( No His, oh, no His) Cut, burned, no pain can relieve my desolation. What am I? Why can't I just be done? I love you. The unseen writes...
    Seanonymous Seanonymous
    41-45, M
    Oct 30, 2015

    The unseen writes... A sharp blade in his one

    hand, searing flame in the other. ( No His, oh, no His) Cut, burned, no pain can relieve my desolation. What am I? Why can't I just be done? I love you. The unseen writes...
    Seanonymous Seanonymous
    41-45, M
    Oct 30, 2015

    The unseen writes... A sharp blade in his one

    hand, searing flame in the other. ( No His, oh, no His) Cut, burned, no pain can relieve my desolation. What am I? Why can't I just be done? I love you. The unseen writes...
    Seanonymous Seanonymous
    41-45, M
    Oct 30, 2015

    The unseen writes... A sharp blade in his one

    hand, searing flame in the other. ( No His, oh, no His) Cut, burned, no pain can relieve my desolation. What am I? Why can't I just be done? I love you. The unseen writes...
    Seanonymous Seanonymous
    41-45, M
    Oct 30, 2015

    The unseen writes... A sharp blade in his one

    hand, searing flame in the other. ( No His, oh, no His) Cut, burned, no pain can relieve my desolation. What am I? Why can't I just be done? I love you. The unseen writes...
    Seanonymous Seanonymous
    41-45, M
    Oct 30, 2015

    The stench fills my nose slowly

    and stays intact in bounds of rough knives. It is cutting deep within my nose and in sequence, my stomach's response was to stir and churn at the repulsive odor. I tell my brain to halt the stupidity and build a bridge and happily get over it. It is merely the scent of stale...
    jaexlonaexmuah jaexlonaexmuah
    18-21, F
    Sep 20, 2014

    Finish My Story ...

    There once was a dinosaur named livi. She wasn't like the other dinosaurs she liked to sit and day dream all day while the others went out and played. She was made fun of all the time but she didn't care. One day she decided that she was going to go on an adventure. She didn't go...
    lovelylivi lovelylivi
    18-21, F
    Jun 25, 2012

    The unseen writes... A sharp blade in his one

    hand, searing flame in the other. ( No His, oh, no His) Cut, burned, no pain can relieve my desolation. What am I? Why can't I just be done? I love you. The unseen writes...
    Seanonymous Seanonymous
    41-45, M
    Oct 30, 2015

    I've only been writing on ep,

    and just a bit on wattpad but that's all for now. I've been focused on school, and haven't really taken the time to write anything recently.
    RandomExistence RandomExistence
    16-17, M
    1 Response Oct 30, 2015

    The unseen writes... A sharp blade in his one

    hand, searing flame in the other. ( No His, oh, no His ) Cut, burned, no pain can relieve my desolation. What am I? Why can't I just be done? I love you. The unseen writes...
    Seanonymous Seanonymous
    41-45, M
    Oct 30, 2015

    The unseen writes... A sharp blade in his one

    hand, searing flame in the other. ( No His, oh, no His) Cut, burned, no pain can relieve my desolation. What am I? Why can't I just be done? I love you. The unseen writes...
    Seanonymous Seanonymous
    41-45, M
    Oct 30, 2015

    So Much For That Idea

    My relationship with writing is a bit confusing. When I was younger, the one thing I hated more than anything was having to write something for school. Well, things changed a bit as I got older. I had always loved to read, and I started to have a few ideas of my own. One day...
    Slotheye Slotheye
    16-17
    1 Response Jul 25, 2009

    Unimpressed

    As much as I enjoy writing on occasion, I can't ever bring myself to say that I'm impressed with a piece of work I've done. Hell, I usually think it's so bad I delete it as soon as I'm done (this is usually referring to short stories). I have all the ideas that I like, but I...
    Discard92 Discard92
    22-25, M
    Jul 14, 2012

    The unseen writes... A sharp blade in his one

    hand, searing flame in the other. ( No His, oh, no His) Cut, burned, no pain can relieve my desolation. What am I? Why can't I just be done? I love you. The unseen writes...
    Seanonymous Seanonymous
    41-45, M
    Oct 30, 2015

    The unseen writes... A sharp blade in his one

    hand, searing flame in the other. ( No His, oh, no His) Cut, burned, no pain can relieve my desolation. What am I? Why can't I just be done? I love you. The unseen writes...
    Seanonymous Seanonymous
    41-45, M
    Oct 30, 2015

    Key Word Try

     I would love to be able to write like a pro ... but i guess its your own perception and we are all our own worst critics ...I like criticism though and for people to tell me what i need to fix ... I would love to write an autobiography ... but i wouldnt ever be able to do...
    starstruck2xtrme starstruck2xtrme
    26-30, F
    1 Response Jan 26, 2008

    You And I

    Here we are, similar yet so different. I would like to talk with you more, adversity builds character, I've heard... What shall we make?
    Seanonymous Seanonymous
    41-45, M
    Sep 18, 2013

    The unseen writes... A sharp blade in his one

    hand, searing flame in the other. ( No His, oh, no His) Cut, burned, no pain can relieve my desolation. What am I? Why can't I just be done? I love you. The unseen writes...
    Seanonymous Seanonymous
    41-45, M
    Oct 30, 2015

    Tattoo On My Heart.

    Every breath. Each sensation. There isn't any explanation. This feeling I'm feeling is beyond imagination. Every stroke. Every touch. I can feel you loving me so much. I trace the plains of your face. Filling the warmth of your sweet embrace. I listen to the sound of your...
    MPDGirl MPDGirl
    36-40, F
    1 Response Apr 11, 2013

    The unseen writes... A sharp blade in his one

    hand, searing flame in the other. ( No His, oh, no His) Cut, burned, no pain can relieve my desolation. What am I? Why can't I just be done? I love you. The unseen writes...
    Seanonymous Seanonymous
    41-45, M
    Oct 30, 2015

    The unseen writes... A sharp blade in his one

    hand, searing flame in the other. ( No His, oh, no His) Cut, burned, no pain can relieve my desolation. What am I? Why can't I just be done? I love you. The unseen writes...
    Seanonymous Seanonymous
    41-45, M
    Oct 30, 2015

    Hey there. I passed you in the grocery store

    yesterday. I was so surprised when I looked up from my list and saw you walking towards me. You're even prettier in real life than in your pictures. I was the guy who smiled at you, started to say something, then walked right into that display of canned vegetables. I was so...
    Seanonymous Seanonymous
    41-45, M
    2 Responses Jul 24, 2014

    The unseen writes... A sharp blade in his one

    hand, searing flame in the other. ( No His, oh, no His) Cut, burned, no pain can relieve my desolation. What am I? Why can't I just be done? I love you. The unseen writes...
    Seanonymous Seanonymous
    41-45, M
    Oct 30, 2015

    Dear Harvard,

    Mathematical anomaly answer undefined, artististic rendering, blurring all the lines. scholastic sharpening, the mind, once mine. Photoshoping blemishes, with passing of the time. Linear progressive strategy, inflexible, invariable, irate, unbearable, Tumultuous voyage...
    Invest2CentsSomeRworthMORE Invest2CentsSomeRworthMORE
    22-25, M
    Jan 9, 2013

    The unseen writes... A sharp blade in his one

    hand, searing flame in the other. ( No His, oh, no His) Cut, burned, no pain can relieve my desolation. What am I? Why can't I just be done? I love you. The unseen writes...
    Seanonymous Seanonymous
    41-45, M
    Oct 30, 2015

    The unseen writes... A sharp blade in his one

    hand, searing flame in the other. ( No His, oh, no His) Cut, burned, no pain can relieve my desolation. What am I? Why can't I just be done? I love you. The unseen writes...
    Seanonymous Seanonymous
    41-45, M
    Oct 30, 2015

    I write a lot but I never share anything

    because I don't think it's good enough in the end. It's like I know in my head what I want it to say and how I want it to make my audience feel, but I can't quite reach it.
    reddwolf reddwolf
    22-25, F
    Jan 12, 2014

    Do you know how much you mean to me?

    You give me a haven from stormy seas, a sheltered cove all my own. It's so nice talking with you, laughing with you, crying with you, dreaming with you. When we're together I know everything will be okay. I love you.
    Seanonymous Seanonymous
    41-45, M
    4 Responses Dec 15, 2014

    The barren, desolate dunes roll on

    and on. The sun sears, the night wind chills my bones. How many times can I be burnt and frozen without cracking and falling apart? Mirages come and go, like dreams, offerring false hopes, to be be dashed upon awakening. So be it. Will the desert last longer, or will I? We'll...
    Seanonymous Seanonymous
    41-45, M
    Dec 18, 2015

    The unseen writes... A sharp blade in his one

    hand, searing flame in the other. ( No His, oh, no His) Cut, burned, no pain can relieve my desolation. What am I? Why can't I just be done? I love you. The unseen writes...
    Seanonymous Seanonymous
    41-45, M
    Oct 30, 2015

    Unload the Baggage!!

    Over the years I have written many short stories, poems and songs for personal interest.  After one was completed I could not believe I wrote it.  I would write  just about anything to include how my day was going.  Whether  good or bad I would write...
    Jazzin Jazzin
    46-50, F
    1 Response Oct 22, 2007
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