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    Hello I have a blog that I already started.

    Check it, also if your on Wordpress follow me please and thank you www.natashalov.wordpress.com
    natashaxxs natashaxxs 31-35, F 2 days ago

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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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    My Secret Garden:

    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...
    JLynn23 JLynn23 22-25, F 5 Responses Mar 10, 2012

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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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    As i turned myself around

    and noticed you. I saw a flame. You had a certain fire in your eyes. I understand now, the fire i saw came from your soul. Never had I seen such a lighting burning fire in someones eyes. They captivated my heart in an instant. I lost my heart. It's still drowning in your soul...
    lukekas lukekas 26-30, M Jun 28

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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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    The Gang

    Breakup ------------------------------------- A call at 2:30 am in the morning man **** it do you know any place where I can get some booze. I am startled , First abuse some then He abused me back I just checked the number then it is my friend I ask him what happened da...
    akhilsnath akhilsnath 22-25, M Jul 2

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    I am just contemplating

    as usual have i expressed myself have i ever come out of my comfort zone. Yes I have been beaten down but by whom. Myself no one else has it in them to do it to me. No don't worry it is not something filled with regret or remorse. I just felt I can change myself a little bit. A...
    akhilsnath akhilsnath 22-25, M Jul 2

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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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    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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    She walks Her head held high And a smile

    painted on But that's all it is It's just paint Covering up tears Blood Burns Pain Yet she still walks on
    Angelfromhell17 Angelfromhell17 13-15, F 1 Response Jun 16

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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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    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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    Life After Death A string of memories penned On

    the sands Erased by the waves of time. Still these memories shine upon us illuminating the black sky above Time ticks on Erasing the memories of some rearranging to accommodate some more.
    akhilsnath akhilsnath 22-25, M May 21

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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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    Hi all my ep friends,

    I have observed that there are so many wounded hearts in this world which scream to be heard. Stories of love which have failed to blossom for any reason. If there is someone you love and they dont love you back, or if you lost your loved one to death, or any such catastrophe...
    anuragch11 anuragch11 18-21, M Jul 14

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    And when I say I know the names of (all) my

    friends, I count only those I know (that)I can trust, I can show you that number on (just) one of my hands, all others are now ashes or bones in the dust. I have stared at their names written upon many stones, my brothers in unrest with their sins upon (their) souls, all lives...
    whupdeedo whupdeedo 41-45, M Jun 30

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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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    In cursive, I taught myself ftom some old

    handwriting books that my dad had from when he was a kid
    pardax pardax 13-15, M Jun 1

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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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    Lol this is kind of a rant

    but here goes my perfect fantasy life I wake up in the morning and text my boyfriend. He texts me back and says "morning cupcake see u at school😍". I smile to myself and look in the mirror. I walk put for breakfast and my mom says "You look beautiful". I say thanks and get...
    RiverRachel RiverRachel 13-15, F 2 Responses 2 days ago

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    Don't suffocate me now

    because you didn't protect me then I'm growing up and I can handle it on my own I don't need you on my back or holding my hand  It's to late to treat me like a baby, I'm almost grown  Now you want to know how I feel and what's on my mind It's to late now I just want to be left...
    iamj iamj 16-17, F Jun 6

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    I am not fat but I feel like it I know I should,

    but I don't eat A grumble in my stomach but I feel fine I could only be beautiful once I see my spine Self-harm is my addiction and I know I should not Hide in the bathroom and bleed from my cut I cut my wrists, my hips, my chest But I know I should be fair, so I also cut the...
    januaryX januaryX 13-15 1 Response Apr 30

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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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    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 11 Responses Mar 27

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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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    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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    Let me write you something,

    I love to write.
    delema2000 delema2000 26-30, M 2 Responses Apr 29

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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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    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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    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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    I can see some light.

      It is just barely getting bright.  A glimer of hope inside.  In my heart, love always abides.  Life is meant to be a journey.  Too many times I was left yearning.  Wherever my road leads, I have the strength to succeed.
    QuietlyQuesting QuietlyQuesting 31-35, F 1 Response Jul 2

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    He watched her Every move she made He watched

    her And he made it obvious He watched how she moved The way she laughed Her walk Her talking He watched her. "I'm sorry we should be just friends" are the words he said At 9:15pm on April 26th Since then he watched her But the way he did It's was like he was a snake...
    lostwonders1221 lostwonders1221 16-17, F May 1

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    Ok this may sound insane

    but it's true. I love reading (lol that's not the weird part) but I think that I read so much that I'm mentally writing my life in my head (here we go...). I will be doing something and find myself mentally telling about what I am doing in the first person like I am writing...
    username1230 username1230 13-15, F 1 Response Jun 15

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    For the first time he fell asleep

    before I had. I sat up and took out my ear plugs for they made an eerie quiet which made me feel stuck within my own head. Once I took them out I realized that was just me. I listened to the nerds in the apartment complex next door watch Star Wars and tried to imagine life...
    Dinorat Dinorat 18-21, F 1 Response a week ago

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    The Gang Breakup

    -2 _________________________ I managed my eluding friend to stay back with me and made sure he didn't go away and came with me. I took him with me to meet the others. I asked with whom does he have a problem. He said none of us and Our Gang's heart and Soul or you could call...
    akhilsnath akhilsnath 22-25, M Jul 2

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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 chattering. These strangers speaking as if they were old friends, as if a connection of some odd kind actually existed between them. They chortle and chuckle, smile and smirk, how very odd indeed! They offer up the...
    SilenceEvermore SilenceEvermore 22-25 7 Responses Aug 27, 2013

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    So I've always wanted to write a book.

    Not sure if I'm good enough so I started a blog to see what people think. Check it out.. it is a bit dark.... let me know what you think. http://akmackg83.blogspot.com/
    akmackg akmackg 26-30, F 3 days ago

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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 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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    "Life can be a price of glass" He told me.

    I was confused, "a piece of glass? That's how you describe life?" With those words he picked up a small glass jar and said "Throw this on the ground" So I did as he told me. "Is it broken?" I respond "yes" Can u fix it and make it perfect again?" I shake my head. "There...
    InvisiableToAll InvisiableToAll 13-15, F 1 Response Jun 18

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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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    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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    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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    Wounds exist that no one can see.

    Deep and more painful than those that bleed. Constant tears behind these eyes, constantly flowing on my insides. There is struggle in this life beyond what you've imagined lays mine. Thoughts in my mind I fear to share. So don't you dare ask what's wrong because it's ALL beyond...
    ddeexoxo ddeexoxo 22-25, F Jun 18

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    the door slams in his face.

    her heart fell out of place. he doesn't know how to cope. all she can do now is hope. the razors wait for her blood. his depression ends with a hateful flood. she wants it all to be over. but he still is her lover.
    thefandomthief thefandomthief 13-15, M 2 Responses Jun 16

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    My smile laughs at me from across the room.

    my bare footsteps make hollow sounds against the pavement, as I run to meet you; what is my lot in life? Why the tears? you ask. only you, my love. bringing out the best... the bravest... the (oh my god) romantic, in me If it is a dream, I pray it never ends.
    SweetKiester SweetKiester 36-40, F 2 Responses Jul 13

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    Anonymous' Poem Winging Across The Internet.

    When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value. Later, when the nurses were going through his meagre possessions, They found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the...
    trilo2 trilo2 18-21, M 2 Responses Jul 20, 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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    Have you ever stopped to think about how silly

    humans really are? We will alter every aspect of our appearances to feel something different. We will do anything to either stand out or blend in. Sometimes we drink coffee or smoke cigarettes. When we are sad salty water drips from two spheres in our skulls that act as our...
    forlornflower forlornflower 18-21, F 1 Response Jun 10

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    ART. It all begins when you feel a calling,

    a desire, from inside, to create something beautiful. That desire, a flame, burns in your heart and soul. you HAVE to create, you feel that you HAVE to use that something, waiting silently, inside of you. So, you create. Over time, you grow more skilled as an artist. Then, one...
    LifeAfterBlake LifeAfterBlake 18-21, M May 27

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    Shadows filled with darkness Light made of

    glass Braking down the walls Only to be free Hearts of black Souls stained with red A life worth living Is all she begged
    Angelfromhell17 Angelfromhell17 13-15, F Jun 18

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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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