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    Dear Strictly Devout,

    You believe I am a sin, That your heaven is a place I don't belong in Well here is news to share, Honestly, anymore, I don't care So walk your paved road, the one you built so well I'll watch your descent into your heaven, looking down from your hell
    HoldingOnToAir HoldingOnToAir 16-17, F 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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    Mostly about my own feelings

    and thoughts. And when I do, I feel like there's someone else guiding my hand into writing things, writing answers to the questions I have been asking. It's the most simplest solution to my problems: writing.
    kalila37 kalila37 18-21, F Aug 7

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    If emotions are just chemical reactions,

    can we reverse the structure and erase them all? and if people were figments of, our imagination, will it help us understand? days past by and waste our time, wake eat sleep no reason why, till death knocks on our front door, laid to rest we'll be no more, what if every...
    LifeAfterBlake LifeAfterBlake 18-21, M 2 Responses Jul 28

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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 3 days ago

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    Hey everyone! I write a lot of poetry,

    check out some of my posts :) I would really appreciate it if I could get some feedback via comments :) thanks
    HoldingOnToAir HoldingOnToAir 16-17, F Aug 19

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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 3 Responses Aug 20

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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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    Mad Max always stayed in his garage.

    It was safe in there, the door was made of three inch steel, no one could hurt him in there. But once in while Mad Max would be forced to leave his garage when he ran out of food or water or sanity. Whenever he left his safe zone of a garage he was attacked by people waiting...
    shadowman22 shadowman22 18-21, M 2 Responses Aug 8

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    -we can't say much more- I sit on the porch

    smoking a cigarette as he plays poker upstairs with his mom and sister. Tahoe is cold, dark and beautiful. The cicadas call out “it is night time” “yes, indeed it is night”. Do they say much more as they converse amongst the moon? A chirp in opposition "is it night...
    Dinorat Dinorat 18-21, F Aug 7

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    I write anything from songs to poetry

    and stories/books (working process on stories/books).
    Matchitehew Matchitehew 18-21, M Aug 7

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    She woke up to the alarm

    but resisted the urge to hit the snooze button. Instead she crawled out of bed, threw on sweats and sneakers and tied her hair in a ponytail. Headphones in her ears she blasts her favorite song as her feet hit the pavement in the cold pre-dawn morning. Running to forget...
    akmackg akmackg 26-30, F Aug 12

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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, F Aug 21

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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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    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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    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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    People say "you should write a book"

    but they never say why. Scratching my head I always wonder. Sometimes I even wonder if they just mean I ramble, nothing else. Just because someone can wield words to convey ideas doesn't mean they should write, right? For example: What if their rambles spill out 'cause of...
    WelcomeToEP WelcomeToEP 22-25 1 Response 1 day ago

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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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    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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    It'S Just Sad ...

    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...
    Hope1001 Hope1001 18-21, F 3 Responses Mar 14, 2013

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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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    Mirrors. They show us the truth,

    slightly distorted so they say That I see myself 10% prettier than I am I don't believe them because if that's true I must be pretty damn ugly because I look in the mirror and I hate The reflection staring back at me is not who I'd like to see, yet at least she is...
    HoldingOnToAir HoldingOnToAir 16-17, F Aug 11

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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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    Today I am in a sullen mood,

    as I have lost a funny man Or maybe is that I am at my deathbed I am waiting for the man to come in rapidly, like the hardest cup of coffee. To come in Yoo Hoo. Speaking rapidly in a Irish accent as he shows you his tie, not wearing a shirt, gives you a hug, dances a...
    Ifixedtheclock Ifixedtheclock 16-17, M Aug 12

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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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    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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    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 5 Responses May 4, 2010

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    This one is an oldie !

    ! Those beautiful times we were together . Have past somehow and I don't know how to make things better. They say you used me, but I felt your love. Maybe I liked the abuse, any attention from you is better then none. I though I moved on, but I can't let go. I heard your laugh...
    ddeexoxo ddeexoxo 22-25, F Jul 26

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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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    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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    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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    She's so easy to fall

    for Yet so hard to get back up I walked right, I did, yup Now I'm head over heels and it's pain I can't go back to my old self again The only right I'm doin is write with a pen She's too easy to fall for and I guess we'll see if she catches me or if I land in the floor...
    HoldingOnToAir HoldingOnToAir 16-17, F 2 Responses Aug 19

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    She's holding court. Her very presence brings

    people to her. Such a positive and happy soul. Surrounded by the lonely hearts and those needing some of her sunshine. She answers their questions and smiles. She makes them laugh with her stories and quick wit. She gives advice but doesn't expect them to take it. She doesn't...
    akmackg akmackg 26-30, F Aug 14

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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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    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 6 days ago

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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...
    deleted deleted 26-30 5 Responses Jun 14, 2012

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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 see you through haunted eyes full of

    dishonesty and in disarray, drowning in the sorrow of all the lies you fabricate to get your way, I see you through hallowed eyes into your soul are three shades of gray, so alone and empty as you apply your deceptive thoughts so cruel to portray, are you destined to rot then...
    whupdeedo whupdeedo 41-45, M Jul 26

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    What if ?............

    ............
    DrowningInPain2 DrowningInPain2 13-15, F 1 Response Aug 9

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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 3 days ago

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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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    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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    A Good Therapy

    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...
    gelroller gelroller 46-50, M 5 Responses Apr 5, 2013

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    Lunch, assigned seat pods, little girl tears, nuns and Mick Jagger.

    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 ...
    Freestanding Freestanding 51-55, F 14 Responses Sep 16, 2009

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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 22 hrs ago

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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 23 hrs ago

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    Sleep Wake up from my nightmare,

    but I'm not 3 No more getting to run to my Mom I'm 16, gotta defend myself From my dreams So I scream I scare it all away I don't know what I say Night or day Only me in the fray Can't run it leap In the danger seeps And crawls and creeps And so I weep But I...
    HoldingOnToAir HoldingOnToAir 16-17, F Aug 11

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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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    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 1 Response 5 days ago

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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 51-55, F 3 Responses Jan 24, 2012

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    Alright I wanna write something

    but I don't know what to write about and I am super bored out of my mind and it feels to have the flow of words within my grasp so somebody help me lol :D :D :D
    CheeseBomb500 CheeseBomb500 13-15, M 1 Response Jul 29

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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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    Coming To Terms With A Facet Of Human Nature.

    It’s so very odd hearing the people in the room next to me chatt