There were once a pair of robins (yes the bird) and they were the very best of friends. They were always huddled together for warmth. Until one day some arsehole hunters shot one...
Time marches on slowly but surely,
America heads down it's deep and dark decline,
Truth is merely a word now,
To be twisted into gruesome and sick ever changing "realities...
Ok i suck at poetry -_- look
Friendship is a bond
That holds together tight
The mysteries of love
When things never go right -.-
Its understanding unsaid words
Its first putting...
I'm currently writing a story about a woman who died but still thinks she lives in her house. So when someone else moves in. Well, **** hits the pan.
But seriously right now i...
I took a creative writing class in college. I can't remember now if I took it because I thought it would be a "bunny" class or if it was required for my Early Childhood Education...
I haven't written a full novel yet, but I have many short stories that with time, can turn into beautiful books.
There was once an ugly duck. The duck was SOOO ugly that everyone died. Fin.
You remind me of the time when in
Called me a freak-face
And stabbed me in the arm with a pencil,
'Cause kissing you is kinda like that:
Many times I've tried
None were successful
I'm ignorant to this but still knew more than the dead man
Nothing compares to what I've seen
The beauty is surreal
The feeling I felt...
I happen to be writing a novel called "The Cost of a Memory." It's a romance/realistic fiction/drama novel about teenagers who fall in love. I'm attempting to make the entire theme...
rainbows of gray
children are greater than adults
all they know is what they have
that being said they will always take what they have
and make rainbows
adults dont have the...
The more and more I live, It is the simple things I appreciate,
A glass of water with lemon, a warm bath, a blue sky,
A moment without worrying,
A good song, a nice film, an...
To live in a place where darkness envelops the soul,
Where the light may flicker but will never burn brightly,
To go on in an existence lacking hope,
Moving forward but always...
This was written 15 years ago... if you will, please forgive the nonsense...
Alone I sit / Alone I stand
Fleeing from all / Fleeing from nothing
Silence to comfort...
Witch Hunt circa 1998?
As I sit among strangers /
Their stares I cannot stand /
Calloused hands roughly move me /
Scrapping against my paled skin /
Fistfulls of once silken...
lack of understanding; uncertainty.
But you'll never understand and I'll always be uncertain maybe this love was just meant...
An old man sits upon a well,
Reminiscing days of hell.
And in the sun that starts to rise,
He leaves the world in great surprise.
As he slips into the deep,
Starting with his own...
The empty indigo of the evening falls on the wet green
earth and my heart sighs.
The blinding white day was filled with feverish red
activity and nothing was finished.
The navy of...
cold obsidian sky
rustle the dead leaves
I’m stuck somehow
isolation wraps around
compacting the crowd
I’m stuck somewhere
in the middle.
I don't write much poetry. I have just never really found the creative edge needed to write good poetry, but I do appreciate good poetry. Right now I am reading Pale Fire by...
I usually don't like poetry because people who write it sounds stupid to me sometimes. Saying **** like "the wind was just an echo from my soul" that kinda poetry ****** me off...
but I don't know where to start, I want it to be a book version of poetic justice: Staring Janet Jackson and tupac/Brown sugar: Staring sanaa lathan
it's going to be a split...
I had a depression before, i stopped my pills since this Mar. I want to be a normal person, want to have the ability of a 25 yrs old girl: independent, self-care, working,etc. I do...
Smile at the crying day
Look at the sky and remember her.
Your past will remain in this little town,
So go off and brighten tomorrow.
Hold his hands and never let go
Our life’s events are written down
In the Journals of our mind.
We write about the loves we’ve lost
And those we hope to find.
We write about our hopes and fears
the special Case
Death tolls in our quest for love
in every character, a beautified spring, i trail over the finger tips, your ribs and hips, and i crush wave after wave of...
That girl hurts in vain,
that girl screams and cries,
in a world engulfed in rain.
Rain that traps and drags her in. Reminding her that there's nowhere to...
~The Golden Age Of Suicide~
All the depression and sadness roams through the Earth like a car in a crash! The devil himself or God's witness is all who'll see, it's a sad little...
-What Have I Become?-
I could've give you dozen fresh, love in the morning. I can be the one who will tell you the bright side. But sadly, everything what I've done isn't...