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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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    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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    Still having that "lost

    for words " feeling It's an empty feeling...lost...confused. She's vulnerable... she's emotional... and shes hurting.Shes angry and annoyed...pointless and worthless.Day by day she wants to hide... she's tired of planting that smile on her face just to get through the day. She...
    irreelevance irreelevance 16-17, F 3 days ago

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    I write. It's like saying I breathe.

    Its something in that is a necessity. Though at some moments it seems much more vital than others. Like an asthmatic having an attack and the air cant break through. Its a lot like that. Lately it's been the only means of keeping sanity. I don't share much. I do wish to...
    TheShadowedGirl TheShadowedGirl 31-35 1 Response Oct 26

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    To sleep To dream To smile To sing What to do

    with the life were in? To have To hold To love To lust Of all the things that we must To work To play To come To escape Stay alive in a lovely state
    canabian33 canabian33 31-35, F 4 days ago

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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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    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 2 Responses Jun 27, 2007

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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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    Please feel free to search Rebirth 1: On

    wattpad. Or my user name MyScribeName_Kirito
    Connorhelquist Connorhelquist 13-15, M a week ago

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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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    I want to post a bit of my story

    for you guys and see what ya'll think. The street is cold and empty. Glistening from freshly fallen rain, I pull my eyes off of the cobblestone road long enough to pull out my phone and check the time; 2:41 am. I sigh, rolling my eyes and pushing my phone back into my coat...
    Ginkofishin Ginkofishin 18-21, F 1 Response Oct 19

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    Au Revoir I say goodbye to all at EP today It

    is just I have been thinking all day yesterday People are not responsible whether friend or foe My last words will have to be "Well, I gotta go"
    deleted deleted 26-30 1 Response 3 days ago

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    I remember my creator Told me that I am 'THE

    FLOWER' And I am here to BLOSSOM And The more ORIGINAL I am, the more BEAUTIFUL I am going to be And Guided me that I can only be original When Untouched by others perceptions And Very content at the heart And Also warned me that NEVER COMPARE to others
    masu3 masu3 31-35, F Nov 8

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    Ronald McDonald socks.

    A couple of weeks ago my daughter went to a Charity event for the Ronald McDonald House.When she came back, she told me she had a present for me.It was a pair of Ronald McDonald socks.Today, as I was getting ready to take the dogs to the vet, she asked me why I havent worn the...
    RobertCarlos RobertCarlos 46-50, M 2 Responses Oct 17

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    The silence is deafening.

    The darkness surrounds me. Alone. Scared. Anxious. Empty. Where are you? You disappeared. Hands reaching for you. Arms empty. Nothing to give... Nothing but me. My world is empty without you. I Love You
    akmackg akmackg 31-35, F 4 days ago

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    I'll love you for eternity And spend it

    crawling on my knees Like something inside Breaks & shatters All the broken pieces scattered "Hold me now I need to matter " Tearing Slicing Needing Bleeding Every breath tastes defeating How many times can I say That I'm afraid The things you've done Mistakes I've...
    Angelofthesilencess Angelofthesilencess 31-35, F 3 Responses Oct 19

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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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    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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    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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    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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    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 12 Responses Jun 12

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    There are songs, I like,

    I cant listen to, when Im thinking about you. Im afraid your name will attach to them forever. When you are gone but the songs are not.
    RobertCarlos RobertCarlos 46-50, M 1 Response Nov 5

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    All this exhausting ceaseless chatter A

    thousand voices all screaming to be heard Sometimes she wished the world would just be silent And simply enjoy and appreciate the nuances of a delightful poem. Simply sit in quietude and absorb the beauty All the colors spread across the canvas of life Art, in all it's forms...
    Mirages Mirages 41-45, F 5 Responses Nov 13

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    I sat on a park bench today.

    It was perfect out; cool and clean, with red and gold leaves. So perfect, in fact, I brought my book. It's a lovely book. It's a love story of two young lovers who part, go their separate ways, grow old, and meet and fall in love again. I begin to read. I hear a throat...
    TheBareFootedTruth TheBareFootedTruth 18-21, F Nov 8

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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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    Don't sit there like some lost little pup Don't

    act as if your innocent Don't try and play ignorant with me Don't insult my intelligence Don't get all self righteous Don't lie to yourself as you have to me Don't try and control me Don't con yourself into thinking it's done Don't forget Two can play this game Don't be...
    zanyzoey zanyzoey 36-40, F Oct 31

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    You are mistaken.. You are mistaken

    if you think that I try to fail You are mistaken You are mistaken if you think I want to be like you, or anyone else for that matter. The truth is my biggest goal in life is to be nothing like my parents. The truth is I think I already am, but I think I can do better. The truth...
    mstv1112 mstv1112 13-15, F Oct 22

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    In my night In your darkness Senses aching to

    feast Pleas escape my gasping throat My body screams your name As it bursts forth savagely Drenched in fluid bliss..
    Mirages Mirages 41-45, F 6 Responses Oct 2

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    Conflict "I wish I'd never met you" screams

    the agony in her heart. "I am glad I did" reply the smiles in her memory. "I wish I could hate you" says her mind. "I will always love you" whispers her heart.
    diablesse34 diablesse34 46-50, F 13 Responses Nov 10

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    For L. If I could write pretty,

    I would write songs for you. I would get my guitar, and I would write you a song every day. I would sing them myself, and record them, Then I would send them to you when I had a thousand.
    RobertCarlos RobertCarlos 46-50, M 1 Response Oct 22

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    Where has all the brandy-wine gone?

    The cups been tipped a little too much... And now the cup is empty So empty..... And all the wine is gone....
    canabian33 canabian33 31-35, F Oct 27

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    How exquisitely beautiful is the autumn treeIn

    it's dying..Like a love that seems to endYet, perhaps only fading into dormancy.Just as that tree shall burst forth into lifeon some warm spring day.Perhaps that love also never quite dies,But is lying in quietude, stillness..Waiting to be reignited in some brilliant ray of...
    Mirages Mirages 41-45, F 12 Responses Oct 28

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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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    Struggling with this I lay here curious With A

    perplexing mystery My memories of love looking back all seem poetical grand and Romantically charged As I'm quit sure they all were Yet somewhere from there to hear my belief in love has been shattered enough times to leave this permanent stain for which Ive carry around...
    rainyraven rainyraven 31-35, T 1 Response a week ago

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    I walk in the shadow of a dream

    that never was. she never held my hand talking sweetly as we walked along the woodland trail in spring. her voice never moved me in a magical way as i felt the warmth of her closeness. I never looked into her eyes and knew she would be with me forever......... the shadows...
    onestarrynight onestarrynight 51-55, M 3 Responses Oct 23

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    polite conversations are like frozen pizza,

    ok if you are hungry, but hardly memorable.
    RobertCarlos RobertCarlos 46-50, M 1 Response 4 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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    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 9 Responses Mar 27

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    L. Is it possible to care

    and not be concerned? What if you are told not to worry, does that release you from caring? or do you ignore the uneasiness. and hope.
    RobertCarlos RobertCarlos 46-50, M 1 Response Oct 28

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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 2 Responses Nov 23, 2011

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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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    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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    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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    Angry Dogs Ripping and Tearing into me,

    and my possessions. I shout at them and try to pry their Jaws off... to no avail. they just keep coming. Bystanders all stand watching the scene.... Some horrified... Some worried... Some uncaring..... All doing nothing. I plead with them to call off their dogs. They shrug...
    SKiesterly SKiesterly 41-45, F 3 Responses 22 hrs ago

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    For B. (Thank you for coming onto my

    screen) I like it when you come, and when you dont, I worry. you pour in me like rum, subtle like a giant drum, revealing me drunk and blurry. all the thou hast, I shun, all of my longings, are sprung, tell me your confessions dirty. The I do's, and dont's, undone, like...
    RobertCarlos RobertCarlos 46-50, M 1 Response Oct 19

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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 wish i knew how to break free of this

    existence. Its been this way for years. I know im not the only one here. But it sure feels that way. I can talk to people, but its not really talking. Its more like echo location so i dont hit another wall.Ill say hey how are you? And they say oh ok let me move out of your way...
    shinjorai shinjorai 36-40, M Oct 30

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    Should I grow thorns

    or expect you to grow flowers?
    erikaninetyseven erikaninetyseven 16-17, F 7 Responses Nov 10

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    The sun was beginning it's descent.

    Shadows danced across the valley as the echo of laughter drifted on the cool autumn breeze. Just reflections and memories of what would never be again. A myriad of familiar scents pulled her back into another time. She stood swaying softly, her eyes closed, breathing them...
    ABitOfConversation ABitOfConversation 46-50, F 3 Responses 20 hrs ago

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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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    the sun rises dim and cold in a grey

    sky shadows fall across a barren landscape devoid of hope scatter shards of broken dreams lay glimmering in the fitful light my heart rent asunder, it`s contents fall away bleeding into the parched earth no dreamer wakes this day, no light beckons this weary soul alone in...
    onestarrynight onestarrynight 51-55, M 2 Responses Oct 22

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    Her scars, though hidden well Are

    as real to her As the loss of a limb Is to a proud military vet Her pain, though suffered in silence Is as excruciating to her As the death of