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    I have fought so long So many battles are

    gone I have cried many tears over the years I have fought so long So many battles are gone I have my freedom now I might as while have nothing I have fought so long So many battles are gone
    Broken6172000 Broken6172000 13-15, F 2 days ago

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    Paco was a crass and rude man.

    He was a misogynist and always had to belittle those around him, and worst of all, he visited often and stayed long. I understood little about what was going on, but I watched my mother make a broom out of completely natural material. Wild straw, a maple branch, and strands of...
    puck61 puck61 51-55, M 2 Responses Jan 28

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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 5 Responses Sep 19, 2014

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    I'm taking a class in fiction writing,

    and I have an assignment due in one week - the first draft of a short story. . Most of the story is already in my head - I just need to write it down. It's about the same characters who are in the novel I'm writing. (The novel is about how my life should have turned out, as...
    SmartKat SmartKat 46-50, F 14 Responses Jun 23, 2015

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    Off to work. Off to make money.

    Off of my mind are our things my sweet honey. I'll carve a path and a tree to your liking. I'll scale the mountain and scale your walls knowing well, I may fall. "All the better" I foolishly think. "Falling off just means falling further." I build a place for us to stay and fire...
    deleted deleted 26-30 Jan 29

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    I lay alone On the brink of death Leave me

    here I have no desire to leave I lay alone On the brink of death Leave me here I have no place left to go I lay here I lay here alone
    Broken6172000 Broken6172000 13-15, F 2 days ago

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    The Beautiful Things In the quiet hush of a

    lonely night Ticking clock and candlelight The cold company of despair hovers in the flickering shadows "I'm always here," it whispers "I'll never leave you" "Embrace me, let me in" A siren's song for the unwanted heart To wallow in the sorrow Let go and let the pain flow...
    justNIK justNIK 41-45, F 8 Responses Jul 29, 2015

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      my heart is burning hot

    as ice freezing vapors steaming dry.. my eyes pour out mysterious tears.. I don't know why I feel like this..
    PastelLime PastelLime 31-35 Jan 27

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    For anybody who even cares: a status update on

    my fiction writing project ---------------------- Last night I did pretty well. I get ideas for this project in snippets - usually at inconvenient times, like in the shower or driving to work. So as soon as I can while it's fresh in my mind, I scribble it down on a piece of...
    SmartKat SmartKat 46-50, F 17 Responses May 14, 2015

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    I have an idea for a fiction project.

    With a beginning, middle, and end. Usually it's missing a timeline, but not this one. . Now if I can keep my adult-onset ADD in check...and summon up the self-discipline to actually *work on it* and *finish* it....this could be cool!
    SmartKat SmartKat 46-50, F 14 Responses Apr 1, 2015

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    The broken and the battered,

    in me you have a friend. We can share our secrets, bad dreams that never end. The broken see the broken with eyes so crystal clear. We can share our secrets, what strikes us full of fear. The battered feel the battered, with hearts so full of pain. We can share our secrets...
    BellaLocura BellaLocura 41-45, F 11 Responses Dec 22, 2015

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    I love screaming you late nights,

    now Hold me down do you like it when you I fight, now Warning. You might need some chains on me right now We **** over night, morning and did it again, now I'm more sore, like how you gave me no signs, ow Gave doors to a whole new life, wow Discipline me I like it when...
    LeahLovee LeahLovee 70+, F 3 Responses Feb 1

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    My feelings are trueThey are my life's blood

    springbut irrelevant.Couplets and quatrainsor free form self indulgenceIt's my time to wasteFive- seven- five linesstacked to challenge my egopoor pedestrian.Here I go againmy ink is not innocentmy soul is taintedWhy do we do it?What is there to gain from this?What is the damn...
    puck61 puck61 51-55, M Jan 31

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    As a thunder rising out of the mists.

    .The echo of clinking metal resounds and vibrates along the hillsPulsing, pounding like a heartbeatYou, mounted on your trusted steedYou, wrapped in your armorNoble man of strength and honorMany battles have thou fought and wonRough and worn and torn asunderThou hast returned to...
    Mirages Mirages 41-45, F 10 Responses Mar 18, 2015

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    The Other Side You show to me a winning

    smile A seeking mind A heart worthwhile A beautiful soul that speaks to mine Surely a treasure found But why then do you hide from me The other side The basic beast With his dirty paws And sordid dreams You turn to me with innocent eyes Deny deny deny I know he's there and with...
    justNIK justNIK 41-45, F 8 Responses Dec 17, 2015

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    Not as often as I'd like,

    but the muse does give me a nudge every now and again.
    DaughterOfRain DaughterOfRain 31-35, F 2 Responses 3 days ago

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    Trying to hang onto, prolong time,

    so elusiveAs continually, it ticks and drifts and fades away.Like dew fades off the petal with the sunAs a dream evaporates with wakingPrecious minutes, withering.Sweet momentsGraspingTrying to inhale Taste Savor Relish itLet it take rootBut alas, it loosens from...
    Mirages Mirages 41-45, F 14 Responses Jan 11

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    "Resolve (One day) Determination

    strides chest out stomach in. The objective is in sight. Obstacles on notice. Impervious to doubt or timid reservation. Resolve Resolve intestinal fortitude Chin to the bar. Rock on. Now get some sleep!
    puck61 puck61 51-55, M 1 Response Jan 29

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    She played, laughed and frolicked in the

    shallowsSplashing around with all the little creatures and inhabitantsBut her deep end wasn't seen but hiddenThe depths were protected, obscured..For that knowing swimmer who could navigate the waters
    Mirages Mirages 41-45, F 14 Responses Nov 24, 2015

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    I think I've got the makings of a great country

    song because my chorus rhymes "horse" with "divorce". Now I just need a catchy tune...
    1gr8guy 1gr8guy 46-50, M Jan 30

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    Sultry August stretches lazily outspreading

    hazy shadowsand fiery warmthalong fields and foliageand seeping thrillingly into skinLanguishing like it owns summerSweet Autumn crooks it's fingerbeckoning seductively as if to say....Soon you shall swoon and fall into meAnd I shall burst into brilliance.
    Mirages Mirages 41-45, F 8 Responses Aug 17, 2015

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    I miss you Can you come tonight I miss you I

    know its wrong but I miss you Your touch Your whisper I know its wrong but I miss you I miss you Can you come tonight
    Broken6172000 Broken6172000 13-15, F 1 Response a week ago

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    PastelLime PastelLime 31-35 Jan 27

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    It's not the dancing

    and billowing swirling expressive clouds and tumultuous passionate thunder that is the storm.. It is the quiet, seemingly reticent that is the storm within her tenderly vulnerable heart.
    Mirages Mirages 41-45, F 9 Responses Nov 5, 2015

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    You run through my veins Like a child set free

    on a sunny afternoon The ringing laughter The warmth of wonder The innocence of simplicity The hopes and dreams that trail in your wake Bittersweet kisses in my mind You take the happiness I would give The sweetness I would share The softness I would feel With an open heart A...
    justNIK justNIK 41-45, F 5 Responses May 4, 2015

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    As a child he would face two large mirrors

    towards each other by leaning them against chairs. He would lay on that scary part of the floor and stare down the optic tunnel created by the reflection of the reflection of the reflection of the reflection. He would swear that the seventh reflection of his face in that tunnel...
    puck61 puck61 51-55, M 4 Responses Jan 27

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    There was a time I had laughter constantly

    bubbling beneath the surface. There was a time I was mischievous, flirty and funny. There was a time I had so much to give, a time when I could constantly be there for those I love. There was a time when I had hope and dreams. There was a time I knew what passion was. There...
    Diablessse Diablessse 46-50, F 10 Responses Dec 16, 2015

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    The universe loves you or it would not have

    used your eyes to see itself with.
    puck61 puck61 51-55, M 7 Responses Jan 30

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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.
    Diablessse Diablessse 46-50, F 9 Responses Nov 10, 2014

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    She was just a weed. Sidestepped.

    Shunned. undesired. Imperfect in every way. She had no color to attract. No thorn to protect. Such things matter little when one is a weed. But every few months she mustered a bloom. A bloom not of fireworks and sunsets, the weed bloomed with a hushed beauty. A quiet pretty...
    BlackCatBoy BlackCatBoy 46-50, M 6 Responses Oct 8, 2015

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    So I have many ups and downs with writing

    and often I get sidetracked when I'm not updating a piece constantly. So I've decided I'm going to upload five prologues for five completely different books to wordpress and the most popular I'll continue as a kind of web novel and update every two or so days. It's mainly to...
    Freedgorgan Freedgorgan 16-17, M 3 days ago

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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 9 Responses Jun 12, 2014

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    "The Nine" Clio, you are part of me.

    Euterpe, you are too. Thalia, you lift me up when I am feeling blue. Melpomene, you are close to me Terpsichore, you were my youth Erato, touch me secretly Polymnia, you are truth. Ourania, comes to me at night and my soul she does enthrall . Calliope, I love you most, but see...
    puck61 puck61 51-55, M Jan 29

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    It is because it needs day light Structured,

    but formless and cold. Alone, it is nothing. Daylight is the eye that sees, the mind that processes, the soul that absorbs. alone it is nothing.
    puck61 puck61 51-55, M 1 Response Jan 27

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    We know it's light shining through the natural

    prism of raindrops; revealing the spectrum of primary colors, but why do you feel the need to remind us and spoil the moment? We know it is the sound of air filling a complete vacuum created by intense heat ten times hotter than the sun. when negative charged electrons are...
    puck61 puck61 51-55, M 9 Responses Jan 30

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    The misty sprites in speckled shadows dance

    among the ferns on the forest floor. Hemlock and western red cedar giants tower above the fungus jungle on the rotting leaves. The sun alters the smell of rain, and a light wind coaxes the wet from the branches. I think as quietly as I can because I am an intruder.
    puck61 puck61 51-55, M 3 Responses Jan 28

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    In the south central Sierra Madre in Mexico,

    in the state of Michoacan at just the right elevation, there is a small town called Ziracuaretiro. In the Tarascan Indian language it means, "The place where the hot ends and the cold begins." which simply means the weather is perfect. Banana's, sugar cane, and pine pitch for...
    puck61 puck61 51-55, M 1 Response Jan 31

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    How soft the hand no one holds?

    How warm the love left to the cold? How reaching the words no one reads? How full the glass no one drinks? How blue the sky in which nothing flies? How dark the day when gone is light? How moving the song no one will sing? How hale beats the heart which bleeds? How quiet the...
    BlackCatBoy BlackCatBoy 46-50, M 2 Responses Oct 11, 2015

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    Peace On the slippery slope of a life void of

    courage This one sweet gift I seek All the longing I feel The regrets I contend Wind themselves round my heart Blind my eyes Clutter my mind Buzz in my ears like angry bees For this is how they perpetuate Resist eradication Steal the senses for their own survival And so the war...
    justNIK justNIK 41-45, F 3 Responses May 11, 2015

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    Settle into me asthe night settles into the

    skymoon in perfect balanceAs pale stars bloom over the pinesBlend into intimacycurves molding rough edgesSkin kissing skinIn languid warmthMy fingers painting whisperson your chestYour strong rhythm throbbing to my earThe rough undressedThe submission sweetConnected with...
    Mirages Mirages 41-45, F 13 Responses Nov 14, 2015

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    A string inside my soul unravelled,

    traveling to yours. Pulling, tugging, gently, slowly, landing on your shore. There you stand before me now, your eyes connect with mine. I am certain that I know you from some other life or time. No words are spoken as we gaze, time is standing still. I could stay forever here...
    BellaLocura BellaLocura 41-45, F 6 Responses Feb 1

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    I Knew He loves me! Oh,

    the wonder of it... The odd texture of certainty My mind strokes it hesitantly Aware of its fragility Before my eyes flash vignettes Proof We always seek proof... He's looking into my eyes and laughing Enjoying me He's enjoying me There is no hollow ring of falsehood I feel the...
    justNIK justNIK 41-45, F 7 Responses May 14, 2015

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    Here she lays Alone tonight Although she'd

    never want it any other way than to be alone She misses the good times Here she lays Alone tonight
    Broken6172000 Broken6172000 13-15, F a week ago

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    I enjoy writing but have found very little

    inspiration to write about anything significant lately. Ups and downs, ebbs and flows, writing is indeed an art which reflects life...As the Carpenters tune goes, Trying To Get That Feeling Again... Have a great day Epers.
    Johnny050 Johnny050 46-50, M 1 Response 3 days ago

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    How I write is....I just go with it If a

    thought pops into my head as I'm writing, I just think Well it appeared for a reason. And I'm grateful for it because I have had writers block for over half a year. I use to think I'd want to be a writer but I don't know anymore. I enjoy writing but if it was my passion...
    Mars000 Mars000 18-21, F Jan 31

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