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...
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...
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...
I made a mistake
That tears me apart
I am unable to protect myself
I don't know where to hide
Where the next blow will strike
I cover my head
And curl in a ball
Trying to hide
Pain comes from within
It is unavoidable
In darkness no blood can be seen
In fear no pain will be...
my cerebrum began pouring the sweat out of my entire body. The embracement of pain caused tempory blindness.
"Take your time Paul." The blurriness of her figure made my heart begin to race.
"I can't... I'm sorry I can't." I cried out.
"Hey," she massaged my back with a smile...
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...
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...
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...
because I needed to write. I had not done it in so long and I had so much pent up emotion and it was perfect. I think I wrote over a hundred stories in a month. Then the social aspect of this place took over and the writing stopped.
I need to writing now. I am not in the bad...
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My Secret Garden
The scribe peers intently through an intricately woven wrought iron gate. On the other side is the most beautiful secret garden that she has ever experienced, even in her wildest dreams. Herein lay a special place of solitude where her spirit awakens as ideas...
..all the time
Does she know i dream about her
Does she know how much i miss her
Does she think i hate her
Does she know how much i want her back
Does she know how much my heart hurts
Does she know she crushed my spirit
Does she know im still here
Does she know i love her...?
Lay yourself on a bed of euphoria ,let it flush ur soul of all the bad u have commited let it take u away like the coming shore let it take u out to sea to drown in ur ever lasting happiness you are nothing without her
I have always written down my thoughts for as long as I can remember it makes me feel calm and helps me in my life I suppose it is all to do with letting of steam and letting go of things. One thing is for certain it is one of the things in my life that I could not imagine not...
they were loosing to meny men to Artemis and his team. 'Retreat!' Shouted the man in charge. 'No, it's advancing in reverse' said Keyck hitting him around the face with a flaming fist. The satanics soon got out of the cave. 'Dala, Saracen, put up a shield to keep them out, the...
It's strange how that smile on my face could immediately vanish by the sight of you with someone else. I valued you, and I regret not sharing the present with you enough, and now it lies in me as a tattooed memory. I knew that every time I looked back on those cries we shared, I...
learning to read all over again
-to read and not understand
Questions swim like dolphins
Jumping in and out of my mind
In nothing but darkness direction is lost
I'm afraid to open my eyes
Where do I turn with questions in hand
Who do I look to when no one gives a damn
Who do I...
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...
spread your wings and fly
Fly so high and far
Fly away little dove fly away
Be gone from all the pain and suffering
The hurt and angry
The tears and sadness
Fly away little dove fly away
Leave and never come back
Dont look back there
Search upon the horizen
like to make a joke when your scared. Take a seat please' said the head man, he was bald and dressed in blood red robes. 'Oh I bet you speak to all the girls like that?' Said Bruina pretending to blush. 'Yes actually' he said with a evil smile.'your life must be like a romantic...
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...
Those who took hot lunch and those of us who took cold lunch apparently required segregation. The furthest table from the hot lunch service counter, the one under the drafty old basement windows, the table that was older and ...
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...
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.
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...
and I haven't slept all night so I'm just gonna write what's on my mind.
I feel so upset right now. I'm am at a cross road and it sucks. I just found out some stuff a few hours ago and it made me so upset.
Not only that, but I'm so unhappy with my life I don't know what to do...
.. I Had No place to go, I took the car and some money and drove to a grocery store, I bought some cigarets but they weren't enough , I stopped again for some razor blades ... I wasn't interested in going out in first place ... My dads look haunts me, he says it hurts him to see...
because ur gone
Im angry when im hurt
Im annoyed when im made a joke of
Im depressed when im used
Im excited when i see u
Im smiling because i love u
Im joyful when im around u
Im down to see u go
Im snarky when im confused
Im distant when im lonely
Im pushing u away so u dont...
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. ...
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...
If you want to live, you must succeed
Money is the glory of all
Without it you will fall
To get ahead you must knock them down
The business face is my favorite frown
You exist to please those you don't know
Insults fall like a blizzard of snow
To empathize is to become...
I think what hurts the most ..
Is when you give your all ..
To someone ..
Through thick ..
Through thin ..
Through big ..
Thought small ..
Thought hard ..
Through easy ..
Through the day ..
Through the night ..
You're there for them ..
You stick with them ..
No matter what...
Even with the life support systems, the air remains somewhat chilled. I find it makes me feel more… connected to the body upon which I’ve made my home. The dome is so clear, and the lighting exactly right. Standing here in the cool air, I can almost convince myself I walk...
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...
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...
and close my eyes and your there in my mind
Sometimes i wish you hadnt lefted me
Sometimes i wish you had stayed,stayed with me
Sometimes i miss you more than usual
Sometimes i mutter your name and cry
Sometimes i wonder what your doing at this moment
Sometimes i would kill...
I did this because I was bored, so yeah, it is pretty bad XD! Gets weirder along the way!
It was another normal day in Elocan. Nothing interesting ever happend. Maybe a car or two would go bye every hour or so, but other than that you were watching reruns of an old 60s show...
with people. I'm so eager to gain someone's opinion and work off of that. Easily I am also afraid that in this vast world someone may take my work and pawn it off as their own. The thought frightens me into writers block.
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...
Both end up following
The same twisted path
One young and gentle
Holds pain in her heart
The other slightly older
Wealthy parents with no love
They both ended up
With needles in their veins
Too high to notice
Each other's pain
Love fled from them
Both lost and alone
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...
and was nearly in tears. It was burned, ruined. It was his birthday and she couldn’t even bake a simple cake. She couldn't believe she destroyed her cake. “Bella?” he asked as he walked in the door. “Where are you, babe?” “In the kitchen.” He walked toward it...
that i wasn't ready, you caught me fast, you caught me slow, now I'm steady for a while, you life me up from where i came, cast some light across this face, having been in the dark for, too long.
Lend me your, Fire.
Send me a, Flame.
Be my desire, give me your name.
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...