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    Eyes as big as saucers

    and as green as emeralds, watch the passersby. The old man as he takes his wife's hand strolling through the park. A woman talking animatedly on the phone as her toddler chases the birds. The man in a suit walking with fierce purposeful steps. Teenage boys on skateboards...
    akmackg akmackg 26-30, F 3 Responses Aug 25

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    I would totally love to help people engineer

    and create the bones of a story for their book, and get credits not as a writer, but co-creator or co-author, you know, like a how a script has a person who writes the main story line and another person who writes the actual script. I write novels myself, but sometimes I get...
    DoctrineDark DoctrineDark 26-30, M Aug 22

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    The purple flowers fell softly,

    floating down from the trees. They covered the ground like snow. The sun peeking through the branches as it began it's descent. Painting the sky with orange and pink. The green grass soft under her feet, slowly covered in a purple blanket of flowers. Her hands out stretched to...
    akmackg akmackg 26-30, F 1 Response Aug 28

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    She is fragile. But she does not want you to

    see that. Outside she covers herself in thorn and thistle. Tough and strong. Without need. It protects the fragile truth within, Just beyond the hard exterior lies a thin glass-blown heart covered with delicate cracks, long ago sealed and forever forgotten in a fortress of...
    BlackCatBoy BlackCatBoy 41-45, M Sep 9

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    Hold Me Over...

    Love on one side, hate on the other, how is that, which to choose..Like a magnet i'm pulled to your negative, always playing the positive fool.Can't do it but I want to win, you make me crazy, putting bullet's through friend's.What's funny to you makes me want to die, so feed me...
    deleted deleted 26-30 8 Responses May 5, 2011

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    I write books. I tried to write a cheesy

    romance novel to see if I could and guess what I can but I'm awful at it! Haha it is so sappy I'm getting diabetes from it. So badly done I could poop my pants from laughter. Delete. Well I'll show my friends and then delete. I'm not a very romantic or erotic person so yeah the...
    NotApplicable NotApplicable 22-25, F 1 Response Aug 28

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    FLY CHAPTER ONE Disoriented,

    Shia tried to open the eyes. But she couldn't. She sat up, and with an automatic movement, she rose her arm to start rubbing her face, and found that that too was absolutely coveret in what seemed to be hardened mud. ”Here!” She heard a girls voice say. Next second, ice cold...
    Fable Fable 22-25, F Sep 5

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    Midnight SecretsWandering through the

    sunsplashed dayAll reverie and anticipation tracing the descent of the sunSenses drawn, seductively the dusk calls to meMy desire leads me into the night, into you.I surrender to your darkness..
    Mirages Mirages 41-45, F 4 Responses 19 hrs ago

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    Baby Soldier

    Someone tell me where we are not all that close, not all that far Marching feet and distant drums but I can't see where they come from...
    puck61 puck61 51-55, M 4 Responses Jun 30, 2008

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    An Escape

    I love to write, to let my feelings out in my poems to escape into my stories to forget I'm me for even just a little while
    TwistedAngel TwistedAngel 18-21, F 2 Responses Sep 1, 2007

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    Writers And Witches

    If you are like me, you want your life to mean something more than an accumulation of days and nights passing in a melancholy blur of mundane tasks that include nothing more meaningful than the biological performance of breathing in and out. If you are like me, you want more, you...
    hillbillycrone hillbillycrone 56-60, F 3 Responses Jan 24, 2012

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    Cobalt blue stained eyelids wrinkle,

    her cheek blurred as salt filled tears fall soaking one spot on her silky blouse that made her a lady. Her neck and chest flushed by the heat of emotion as desperation bellows from her core. Slouched like a child in a large brown arm chair, she gazes off lost in a familiar...
    soulrunher soulrunher 41-45, F 10 Responses Mar 27

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    Green eyes painted red.

    Arms empty and cold. Surrounded by darkness. Auburn hair wild and tossed by the biting wind. Shoulders tight and aching. Head heavy and full of questions. Mouth dry and thirsty. Legs weak and shaky. Lips down turned. Cheeks wet with tears. Clothes covered in dirt and stained...
    akmackg akmackg 26-30, F 2 Responses Sep 9

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    Miserére Nos Dominus

    The weary sun this day does not rise  as the earth is rent in twain by a booming blare spawned from a sickly horn. Ragged hands wrapped in beads of Rosary scrape their way up the fleshy earth.   A man near the opened earth, of no religion does he ascribe who days ago did laugh...
    SilenceEvermore SilenceEvermore 22-25 5 Responses Oct 18, 2012

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    I've been working on my Masters in Creative

    Writing. Every week, I sit down Monday, write 10 pages, and submit them Monday night, and do no writing during the week. I've been getting lukewarm evaluations. It just occurred to me that maybe if I write over the course of the entire week, I'll be able to crank out a...
    ACraigNewman ACraigNewman 36-40, M 1 Response Sep 2

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    Two weeks or so ago, I got drunk.

    Really drunk, field trip-style drunk. Mixing vodka and wine drunk. I came home and cried to my mother about you for the first time in years. I told her how you gave me a kind look the other day and it reduced me to crying and singing along to Barry Manilow. I told her how you...
    LipstickShield LipstickShield 18-21, F 2 Responses Sep 4

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    Whenever I Get the Chance

    I love to write ... anywhere ... anytime ... I have even gone as far as to ask if anyone has a pen whilst being in a Queue. Post it notes... receipts ... envelopes. Crayons... charcoal ... anything. When the mood strikes .... I like to write.
    caroli9 caroli9 36-40, F 6 Responses Jul 20, 2007

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    "kitty kat naughty" a sunshine fighter by

    nature his shallow grave face with its half buried flickers of fury gives way to the lesser demon's like smiles while he suffers the hopeless romance of a cute girl who wants to lick his carved biceps like a neo-glitter kitty kat naughty naughty he cringes all over with the...
    mudmen mudmen 46-50 Sep 8

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    Tell Me How You Like It (and Be Honest!).

      An unnatural light hung over the familiar town of Lowur’s Valley. My skin prickled   with the strange feeling of a thousand eyes resting upon me. There was not a whisper to be heard, even the blacksmith’s shop was silent, a rare occurrence...
    daltrunner daltrunner 16-18, M 8 Responses Apr 6, 2007

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    I've been into writing

    and literature since I was young. I needed something to pass the time so I sat at my desk one day and just wrote. It turned into a long term hobby and is something I'll always hold close to my heart. Writing is something I do for myself but also for other people because I know...
    cottonqueen12 cottonqueen12 13-15, F 1 Response Sep 2

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    Coming Back

    The forest is so mysterious at night, particularly this time of year, when the mists roll in. It crawls through the shadows, like a living portal to places unknown – even seeming to breathe, as she flows with the still-cool currents of early spring. She is whispering to me...
    deleted deleted 26-30 3 Responses Nov 18, 2011

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    I write tons and tons

    or stuff, if written books. They aren't that good but they are ok I guess. I've written songs which are also not that great but whatever ya know
    MaryHammond MaryHammond 13-15, F 2 Responses Aug 26

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    I'm living on borrowed time I've cheated death

    My entire life -disaster land
    disasterland disasterland 18-21, F 1 Response Sep 9

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    I need you, don't want to leave you tonight,

    I just want to be close and hold tight All you do, is all I need and if it's good for you its good for me, so hold tight Don't turn away in fear, in this time and in this space, keep us here and hold tight A tender moment lost in bunches of passionate kisses and light touches...
    soulrunher soulrunher 41-45, F 9 Responses Apr 20

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    Your name is written on my past,

    I can’t deny the things we had, It was amazing while it last, But I’ve moved on and yes it’s sad.
    Wewerethereinthattime Wewerethereinthattime 18-21, F Aug 21

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    Scars I have them in my mind I have them in

    my heart But only when they're on my skin do people care that I'm falling apart
    HoldingOnToAir HoldingOnToAir 16-17, T Aug 21

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    Lost and found

    I came out of the milk-house wearing a old coat with strips of bright red material pinned (with big, yellow ducky diaper pins) to the hand-me-down, mismatched buttoned coat.  The red is to protect me from deer hunters should I get out near the big woods...
    Freestanding Freestanding 51-55, F 20 Responses Aug 11, 2009

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    A Bad Night, or a Thousand Here's what you

    don't get: I'm a ******* mess. You'll tell me I'm beautiful, I'll dedicate my life to proving you blind. I'll cry my eyes out on the toilet seat Talking to an imaginary therapist I ******* talk to myself, man! And then laugh at a joke from two years ago. I'm obsessed with...
    LipstickShield LipstickShield 18-21, F 4 Responses Aug 20

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    Dora's Summer Day.

    Dora swallowed whole, by spoonfuls her horrid bowl of gelatinous oatmeal.  She gave herself a canker sore by poking the roof of her mouth with a dry, blackened piece of toast and further aggravated it by slamming her glass of acidic orange juice...
    Freestanding Freestanding 51-55, F 18 Responses May 9, 2008

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    -You must know why- To old friends,

    
I’m sorry I left you behind but I grow and grow. So quick my hands cannot keep up, they drag behind. My palms collect dust and my nails leave trails in the dirt.
Long zig-zagged memories embedded in the ground I tread each day. for I have not forgotten the tools they once...
    Dinorat Dinorat 18-21, F a week ago

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    What I Want..............................

    **** I wanna see you. and hug you. and kiss you. and make you smile. and make you laugh. and just lie on the sofa next to you. and then just fall asleep beside you. it’d be nice.
    gypsysub gypsysub 41-45, F 4 Responses Nov 25, 2013

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    Hey check out my blog I have some good writings

    it wouldn't hurt for you to check, also if your on Wordpress follow me thanks. ☺️ www.natashalov.wordpress.com
    natashaxxs natashaxxs 31-35, F Aug 31

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    Her feet drag across the concrete.

    she pushes forcefully, fracturing her soles with the momentous friction. Her strength is not hers. Naught but a psuedo-strength manufactured by the concrete below her. 
I watch her as she attempts to walk a few steps from my front porch to the car. I look away, 
my tears are...
    Dinorat Dinorat 18-21, F a week ago

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    Hey fellow writers, so I'm currently working on

    a book. I've been looking for people that have a passion for writing and that are just starting—like me. The goal would be to work with a group of awesome writers in which the object would be to get a good promotion, recognition. I don't mean necessarily working on the same...
    BasicWritingInc BasicWritingInc 16-17, M Sep 1

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    Blurred lines He was brought up a good

    christian boy. Always taught to treat women like the princesses they are. He knew he was lucky. Dad was a powerful, imposing man, but he was confident in himself, so much so that he allowed his vulnerability to be seen. He danced with his little girl at Father Daughter dances...
    harveyspecter harveyspecter 41-45, M 11 Responses Jun 12

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    Anna

    Standing on the hilltop Anna could see all the way down to the tiny black shack.  Dark smoke chugged from the chimney.  Someone was there.  Anna crouched down in the tall weeds and waited until there was a sign that the little cabin was empty. ...
    Freestanding Freestanding 51-55, F 31 Responses May 20, 2008

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    Quote: If I'll be Clyde will you be Bonnie?

    Will live a life of crime that not even the law can end. Will spend the rest of our life's in the road,running from this dark world. Our journey will bring a burden to the people who don't want to let reality go but joy to the people who do.Ill show you a life without reality...
    JJpsp123 JJpsp123 16-17, M 1 Response Mar 17

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    The stars are brighter tonight.

    The air feels calm. The gentle breeze like a caress on her cheek. Water tastes more refreshing. Music sounds better. Words have more meaning. The sunrise is welcoming and beautiful. Food tastes better. A heart so full it's about to burst. A smile so big it hurts. Eyes sparkle...
    akmackg akmackg 26-30, F 1 Response Sep 3

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    [pseudo-artsy mix between prose

    and poetry. again. in my defence, I've never claimed to be an artist.] There aren't a lot of ways to say what I want to say. (Possibly because it's been said so many times.) But my heart is an almost broken lamp, flickering through the night. Allow me this mad dance once again...
    LipstickShield LipstickShield 18-21, F 6 days ago

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    I Do Write.

    I write, certainly. The problem is that what I write disgusts me. Disgust is not a strong enough word, actually, more like I loathe the words on the page with every fiber of my being. I look down at a poem I have written and there are a thousand tiny little voices telling me...
    SilenceEvermore SilenceEvermore 22-25 4 Responses Jun 27, 2012

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    Blurred Lines: Part 2 She turned around to

    face him. Her pretty face was regaining its normal look of defiance. She sat on the bed and crossed her legs. "I didn't tell you to sit", he said quietly. She began a retort, but looked at his face and thought better of it. Something was there that she hadn't seen before. She...
    harveyspecter harveyspecter 41-45, M 7 Responses Jul 23

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    Writing Is My Stress Relief

    I use writing as my stress relief. I write poems according to how I fell especially when I'm upset about something. It's how I get stuff off my chest that I can't say out loud. It's easier for me to lay my feelings on paper then it is for me to speak them. Honestly I think that's...
    mak314 mak314 26-30, F 1 Response Jun 27, 2007

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    I Do All the Time... ...

    I do all the time... I love to write, and my friends all call me crazy, haha. (They're right!) I'm currently writing a book, but I'm not sure if I'll ever finish it, the way things are going now.
    indiexchick indiexchick 16-18, F 1 Response Jun 21, 2007

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    Reasons to stay-tuned Whenever I feel bad about

    something, what makes me feel better about it is making a plan to fix the problem. It’s all I need to feel completely better. Landon needs, rather than a logical response, an emotional one. When he’s upset it is important-not to come up with a solution, but to affirm his...
    Dinorat Dinorat 18-21, F a week ago

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    "unfeel true beauty's smile'' my hungry heart

    came looking but my foolish head had me thinkin' so round and round i did flow trying to hide my heart from my head playin hide and seek with my soul trying to find a way to have both these loves trying to give all the love my heart dreams trying to be the best man i can be...
    mudmen mudmen 46-50 Sep 8

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    If you ripped me open you would find only

    numbers The book weighs me down.
It presses against my stomach till my ribs show through my paper skin. 
The book takes my mind.
My consciousness is never here, it is forever occupied.
The book makes me hollow.
My eyes are dull and busy, there is no life-no sign. The...
    Dinorat Dinorat 18-21, F a week ago

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    More than a Dance

    Who watched them? Only the birds glanced upon them not knowing what they saw. On the soft morning air music drifted quietly into the peace of their still place. Their place, a spot by his river. Trees stood  like still sentinels, surrounding the lovers. Sunshine, gentle, not...
    Tgilly Tgilly 51-55, F 19 Responses Jun 28, 2012

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    The Mariner's Wife

     The Mariner's Wife Each time they met was like the first Although far from unfamiliar Beginning a little shy, glancing away, unsure But soon returning to bold certainty While away, his dreams were filled with her The smile, the laughter and the sigh The memory of her...
    womaninbliss womaninbliss 51-55, F 5 Responses Jan 1, 2013

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    Mental Ilness

    How could I ever begin to explain the spontaneous laughter or when the tears fall like rain What else could you do but just walk away when I want to tell you but there's nothing to say * so I cry or I laugh with no reason or rhyme I spend thoughtless silence...
    puck61 puck61 51-55, M 4 Responses May 4, 2010

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    I had just been through hell.

    I needed to get away. So I started walking. I did not know where I was going. Several days later, I was hopelessly lost. I saw a man at a booth marked 'INFORMATION'. I said, "I am a lost soul" He pointed to the ground and said, "Down there is where you belong." "But I've just...
    BlackCatBoy BlackCatBoy 41-45, M 2 Responses Aug 24

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    FLY CHAPTER TWO She wasn't sure what she had

    actually been expecting. That they all lived together in a house, earning money by flying dragons in contests? That would might have been a ridicolous thought, but at least, she had not expected this either. In Shia's hometown they had a small school, with a few people, but this...
    Fable Fable 22-25, F 1 Response Sep 6

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    Harmony

    I have loved you; it seems, since the beginning of time – so deeply it feels impossible to have begun with my relatively insignificant life. My longing burns when we are apart and consumes when we are together. The more I have of you, the more I want of you, until all that is...
    deleted deleted 26-30 3 Responses Nov 23, 2011

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    One

    Like many other late night prose, this story ends with me sitting propped up against my headboard illuminated by only the artificial glow of my IPad. However, it began with the glow of a different light. This day passed along much like all the rest of the days in my world. As I...