Happy Writing :d - i always wondered if there was a way that i could inspire others with my thoughts & learned that i can do just that through my writing. i write when im lost...
Some Time To Get Out Of My Thoughts . I Write To Be Free - Some time at night .
I will write to get free.
Of my thoughts and get them out of my head .
And then can sleep with out...
And I Write Often - I often wonder, is writing just jotting down ideas that seem great or is it writing yourself to another world where you can change what happens with a few...
Escape From Life - It may be just me but this world is very demanding. We have to think, act, eat,dress and walk a certain way or everyone thinks we're weird. Life gets crazy too...
Lets Me Be Free - I love that writing lets me to be free. I can write about any thing that I would like to write. No one can tell me what to write at all. I love...
Is it me. Or ep? I click on something that interests me. And see no one has written a word ? Is it because they block everything we want to write? Freedom of expression ?
Dream for nightmares
Broken window shows each dream
Shattered lie you can't redeem
A wish upon a twisted heart
Diamond lie that ripped apart
Shards of truth a pane of glass
Be like a wild horse and run free
as wind blow,turn wild,turn free,
and run like the wind to the fields
where the wild flowers grows,
in spring time,and find the source...
It's easy to write a successful Hollywood script. I believe most of our talents are earned prior to birth. If you implement 2 important factors all you need to be able to do is...
I write poetry quite allot. Each unique and different from the first. Some expressing my inner thoughts some merely questioning my own sanity or reflecting my own over all well...
Hard to believe, a year's gone past. Time stood still, I fell too fast. December last year, I walked into a dream. August this year, apart at the seams. I found you, you healed my...
A thousand cuts
I was created, then invaded
Humiliated and degraded
I was shown the dark, but found the light
I was given blade but would not fight
I was cut so deep, I never...
You said to me
As if there were nothing wrong
With hooking fingers through my rib cage
Splaying open my chest
Setting quiet spirits free
Into a forest I can...
I freeze every time I face a blank page. I'm afraid. afraid I will plunge so hard into writing something so profound, so strange..well I'm never the same after I finish a few pages...
As another year goes by, time does not stand still
To achieve our goals, requires renewed dedication and will
Can a man be happy and truly be free?
If the thought of everyday life...
This one is one of my favorite and it was published in our school paper. I know it doesn't sound that good and I'm still working on it but I meant every word in it. So what do you...
My names tristan i was born on july 2 of 1999 im full blooded native american plains cree. Born in saskatchewan canada (real land of the free)
I have 2 step sisters and 1 brother...
words what meanings do they have if we dont believe them...
thoughts what visions do they present if we dont have them...........
its coming something big what is in store for me...
I know I'm not
But can't help but feel trapped.
Can't help but not try getting sick
Because I cannot deal with the fact I feel a little fat...
My dear snowman, run for your life.
The sun is coming and it will be bright.
you long to see the sun,
the beautiful sunrise,
the leaves that realign,
Wanted to write more, this is my second book, different series, and I wanted input, don't be afraid to leave a comment. This book is titled 'Wings of a Fallen Angel'
I wrote this:
Sometimes the lone rose is so stuck in the thornbush that others outside with shears can't help them break free. Other lone roses also stuck in the thornbushes find a...
"she is poetry"
the trials of the free mind in gilded cage
reflected in the ever changing cityscape of this hovel
but even unadorned ramshackle house
has the beauty of heaven in...
Glowing in the light of darkness
The skin resonates its beautiful luster
Shadows fade her true flaws
Quietness accentuates her beauty
Moonlight dancer,is her...
Lost the spark
Will we get it back
What we lack
Why do I need you
The laugh, the sex
The words you say
Such fun we have
When my day is free
I do not...
Remembering Wednesday (March 3, 2010)
She dials the familiar seven numbers and grasps the phone tightly in the dainty hands that used to fit perfectly in his. She impatiently...
The sound of her voice echoed in my dreams.. Nor had I heard it but it was so sweet..
Her laughter developed a smile on my lips.. Her face reflected what my heart...
To sleep the sleep of others who have gone before me.
That is a comfort I long to know.
The pain I suffer is due, to the pain I have forced others to endure.
Sing me a song like the whispering wind, the way the sun dances through calm peaceful glen. Sing me a song of the slow swaying seas, the wisp of a cloud or the murmur of bees. Sing...
this is a song I wrote about 3 friends of mine, they were great people that were misunderstood by everyone who chose not to know them.
3 hot messians
My 3 hot messians
The River’s End
Most would say the river’s end is peaceful,
But of this I firmly doubt,
For at its end the river’s foulness comes to an increased lull,
As the river’s...
My love flows freely from my heart to your heart.
I wake up in the morning and where is my mind dwelling?
Nothing else but you, my universe surrounding.
Nothing else but you, is the place nearby,
Nothing else but you is all the...
I was told to "never play with fire;"
Still I know the warmth of its flame.
Sweet can be the taste of strong desire;
But sour in the heart that it may claim.
I have so tried to...
disappear into the nothingness,
face the fears of hope,
fall for life's beauty,
yet welcome death's touch.
we are in despair,
a tragedy untold,
a history unfound...
When I forget what was lost,
And don't relive my mistakes
And don't count the cost.
That day I may smile and
Not think it too odd.
Yes someday I will...
I remember feeling him fade away,
Little by little, day by day.
Nothing I could say to make him stay,
Until a slice of my soul grew gray.
I'd lost the old me, that charismatic kid...
Mainly free verse/no rhyme/romance/melancholy.
My laptop recently broke and i had written all my poetry on it.
"in the brisk sun"
fragments of that lifetime ago
the sun low to the end day horizon
and my childhood companions shouting
the intense feel scent of fresh cut grass...
Background Info: This poem is about my current dorm mate and how she moved in this semester. Last semester I didn't have one and got so used to being alone until she came. On the...
Soldier boy come running home
to see your family,
we missed you don’t you know
the time has come for us to be.
I wish I’d spent more time with you
I wish we’d had more fun...
A mind that is not capable of keeping up with itself, as it runs.
As time progresses; ideas that are free as droplets cascade into heavy burdens.
Burdens that are carried on...
This house is no longer a home
No it is a steel death trap and I'm the unsuspecting prey
To truly be myself I am deemed guilty as sin
Bedrooms are not meant for sleeping...
....EP week at a glance....Monday.....gesture, ...fondle profile, fanTuesday...log in to to the euphoria of a new friend....exchange pleasantries with ep mail....learn all about...
My lover calls to me,
his dark voice,
trying to stir my desire.
I am hungry,
but not for his bed.
If only we were free
To act on our true feelings.
Again the venom is sinking in,
Under my skin, in my head.
There's a monster under my bed.
I feel like dark press against me,
I'm a bird trapped, I'll never be free.
1. My name is Mia :)
2. I am from Indonesia
3. I was born in 1992
4. I'm straight but I don't have any problem with LGBT
5. I won't judge people
6. I don't have any fetish, but I...
Yet another lonely soul in the city
torn between his dreams and their reality
fighting battles that are not his own
allowed not to let out a groan
his is a...
I love sailing it's control and freedom a way to touch nature and share with friends
this is my first attempt in writing poems.. so don't judge me.. feel free to criticise... yes it'll hurt.. but thats life.
The Darkest of Depths.
It was grim,
the sea was filled...
When will I know your truth
The truth that lies beneath your skin that beats
Will I ever see your truth
The truth that lies beneath those eyes that seek
Will I ever feel the...
"fairest maidens tired in the sun"
she gives nothing to the night
just waits quiet for its passing
here by the light of her candle
she waits as nights heavy feet slowly tread...
The black water trickles through the tendrils of her auburn hair. The effect is bewitching, as if a jest at her immobility; a reminder of her mortality. Her hair dances...