Drifting away to a far off place I once knew,
Where truth and honesty stood the test of time,
Where substance and integrity mattered,
A place where every man tried to stand for...
H O P E
There once was a women
Who was filled with hope and hate
Although she had hate in her broken crystal heart, she still had
Because she had an angle on the way...
The next drop
I can only see
What I am not
I can't do it
It will go wrong
Living is hard
Just can't go on
I'm tired of this
Too much pain
I can't endure this
Count your blessings...not your troubles...
Was tired of being sad,can barely stand
Tired of getting mad
of hiding my deppression as I forced smiles and pretend to laugh
behide torn skin wore my scars as a protective mask...
You are away random thoughts keep coming to my mind but one thought that overshadows all is Void,emptiness. All I feel is deafening silence .
“Silence “is the sound of missing...
I'm standing here, just in the shadows, watching you. It's funny. I never would have considered myself to be a stalker but there's just something about you that compels me to...
If there's a gun and a bullet laying near your feet would you pick them up, load the gun and pull the trigger?
On this beating heart would you want to see this bleeding heart with...
Do you Remember?
Do you remember the day we said goodbye?
It was a cold New York morning.
You sat me down in that smokey cafe and told me that you didn't like how I had become...
There's a ghost inside the mirror
staring back into your eyes.
What exactly brought you here?
It's a wonder how time flies.
Have you ever traveled back in time
to the day...
it's really just this one story that I have had in my head for a long time now. it's a kind of dramatic sci .fi ordeal. I have the characters, the plot, and even how I want it to...
The best way is to write, fragile screaming tortured soul, withering away deep inside yet alive on paper, hoping yet life fleeting by. Slowly dying. Inside and Out.
This one is of a pretty personal topic. It's about my best friend who acts like she has a perfect, happy life on the outside but is internally messed up. I want to let her know...
Suicide What It's Really Like For Us You Left Behind
You say you don't care
You say you've had enough
You think how can this be fair
How can you be stuck in this ugly rut
These are the lyrics of a song I wrote about my relationship with a woman I met here on EP. She wrote many many stories on EP and it was only through those stories and a lot of...
Gargoyles Can't Bleed - She wasn't always this - not really. Like all great creatures, she had evolved. What felt like eons had molded, tempered, and wore her down to this... This...
You're so far away,yet close to my heartMiles separate us from being togetherDistance is an obstacle that stands in our wayMay my kisses I blow into the windFind a place upon your...
Contrivances and conventions
..what and when
We are hypnotized by destiny
Media distortions saturate
We think we know
Only to find
It was all
I see an ant scurrying away on the floor below and I get worried about its errands... I see a leaf twiddling down aimlessly to the ground and I hunt to know about its past... I see...
I once upon a time, when I gave a **** about school (kidding because no matter how much I try I can't be badass), I use to write. And write. And write. And write. Notebooks after...
The world is cold. People are mean. I hide away inside myself. Alone. Withering away.
Riddle me this , there once was a boy , he looked at the sky and wondered what the clouds were made of . He asked his mother , she said , son there is nothing but hopes and...
I love creative writing and want to share short stories with everyone- if you want to read them, they are not novels just short pieces :) This story starts quite sad, and isn't my...
I must have had my eyes shut blind
Until you set your eyes on mine
Watercolor paintings of perfection I was craving
The pictures we were saving , the things that we were saying...
This is what me an hubby wrote for people who like to throw pity parties for themselves ;)
I'm just a crumpled piece of paper
Lying on the dirty floor
They tried to throw me...
I started writing when I was 10. I've written on and off since then. And even when I'm not writing, the plots drift in and out of my thoughts. I've only finished a few books. Only...