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    Reasons to stay-tuned Whenever I feel bad about

    something, what makes me feel better about it is making a plan to fix the problem. It’s all I need to feel completely better. Landon needs, rather than a logical response, an emotional one. When he’s upset it is important-not to come up with a solution, but to affirm his...
    Dinorat Dinorat 18-21, F Sep 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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    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 8 Responses Sep 19

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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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    -You must know why- To old friends,

    
I’m sorry I left you behind but I grow and grow. So quick my hands cannot keep up, they drag behind. My palms collect dust and my nails leave trails in the dirt.
Long zig-zagged memories embedded in the ground I tread each day. for I have not forgotten the tools they once...
    Dinorat Dinorat 18-21, F Sep 12

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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 1 Response Aug 28

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    She is fragile. But she does not want you to

    see that. Outside she covers herself in thorn and thistle. Tough and strong. Without need. It protects the fragile truth within, Just beyond the hard exterior lies a thin glass-blown heart covered with delicate cracks, long ago sealed and forever forgotten in a fortress of...
    BlackCatBoy BlackCatBoy 41-45, M Sep 9

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    "kitty kat naughty" a sunshine fighter by

    nature his shallow grave face with its half buried flickers of fury gives way to the lesser demon's like smiles while he suffers the hopeless romance of a cute girl who wants to lick his carved biceps like a neo-glitter kitty kat naughty naughty he cringes all over with the...
    mudmen mudmen 46-50 Sep 8

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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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    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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    Her feet drag across the concrete.

    she pushes forcefully, fracturing her soles with the momentous friction. Her strength is not hers. Naught but a psuedo-strength manufactured by the concrete below her. 
I watch her as she attempts to walk a few steps from my front porch to the car. I look away, 
my tears are...
    Dinorat Dinorat 18-21, F Sep 12

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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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    If you ripped me open you would find only

    numbers The book weighs me down.
It presses against my stomach till my ribs show through my paper skin. 
The book takes my mind.
My consciousness is never here, it is forever occupied.
The book makes me hollow.
My eyes are dull and busy, there is no life-no sign. The...
    Dinorat Dinorat 18-21, F Sep 12

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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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    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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    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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    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 Aug 28

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    A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X

    Y Z. Thoughts? Feedback? It's my latest piece.
    LittleStain LittleStain 18-21, F Sep 23

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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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    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 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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    Hey check out my blog I have some good writings

    it wouldn't hurt for you to check, also if your on Wordpress follow me thanks. ☺️ www.natashalov.wordpress.com
    natashaxxs natashaxxs 31-35, F Aug 31

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    Salty air infused my lungs

    and tantalized my spirit well before I arrived at the majestic beach. As I strolled along the sea my senses heightened and a vast array of experiences came to pass over me. A steady refreshing ocean breeze helped to cool my blazing flesh from the sun’s rays. The sand was...
    JoeGogg JoeGogg 36-40, M 3 Responses Sep 20

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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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    I'm living on borrowed time I've cheated death

    My entire life -disaster land
    disasterland disasterland 18-21, F 1 Response Sep 9

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    Two weeks or so ago, I got drunk.

    Really drunk, field trip-style drunk. Mixing vodka and wine drunk. I came home and cried to my mother about you for the first time in years. I told her how you gave me a kind look the other day and it reduced me to crying and singing along to Barry Manilow. I told her how you...
    CinnamonCat CinnamonCat 18-21, F 2 Responses Sep 4

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    I've been into writing

    and literature since I was young. I needed something to pass the time so I sat at my desk one day and just wrote. It turned into a long term hobby and is something I'll always hold close to my heart. Writing is something I do for myself but also for other people because I know...
    cottonqueen12 cottonqueen12 13-15, F 1 Response Sep 2

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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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    "Limited Travel"I sojourned today

    and it took my breath awayAs far as my eyes could see I saw everything but meAlone in this vast sweeping zephyrFrom the air pressure I severedMy essence and physical bodyFreely roaming at light speedInto the void I did proceedIt was not long before I almost collidedWith a star...
    JoeGogg JoeGogg 36-40, M a week 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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    Hey fellow writers, so I'm currently working on

    a book. I've been looking for people that have a passion for writing and that are just starting—like me. The goal would be to work with a group of awesome writers in which the object would be to get a good promotion, recognition. I don't mean necessarily working on the same...
    BasicWritingInc BasicWritingInc 18-21, M Sep 1

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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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    It can not be helped It is what it is I am what

    I am There's so many things You may never understand Ink in the blood Running black Running red Words and thoughts Bleeding from the head I am ... I am... She read And she was Though for a moment She felt dead Permission to exist She dared not ask They can not give What they...
    TheShadowedGirl TheShadowedGirl 31-35 1 Response Sep 20

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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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    [pseudo-artsy mix between prose

    and poetry. again. in my defence, I've never claimed to be an artist.] There aren't a lot of ways to say what I want to say. (Possibly because it's been said so many times.) But my heart is an almost broken lamp, flickering through the night. Allow me this mad dance once again...
    CinnamonCat CinnamonCat 18-21, F Sep 13

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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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    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 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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    Surrounded by thousands of faces.

    Bodies passing by in a rush. Standing still, her softly curled red hair tossed by the wind. Her green eyes watching as everyone passes by in a blur. Some may notice her, but she only sees a passing blur of color and pays no mind. Thoughts of her childhood and that corridor she...
    akmackg akmackg 26-30, F 1 Response Sep 17

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    "unfeel true beauty's smile'' my hungry heart

    came looking but my foolish head had me thinkin' so round and round i did flow trying to hide my heart from my head playin hide and seek with my soul trying to find a way to have both these loves trying to give all the love my heart dreams trying to be the best man i can be...
    mudmen mudmen 46-50 Sep 8

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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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    Like a jigsaw puzzle

    where you don’t have all the pieces and struggling in vain to push that one odd piece into a slot that doesn’t quite fit. Until the cardboard edges start to bend, curve with wrinkles growing and altering the lone puzzle piece until it finally compressed itself to fancy the...
    SomethingNew88 SomethingNew88 18-21, M 6 days ago

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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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    I've been working on my Masters in Creative

    Writing. Every week, I sit down Monday, write 10 pages, and submit them Monday night, and do no writing during the week. I've been getting lukewarm evaluations. It just occurred to me that maybe if I write over the course of the entire week, I'll be able to crank out a...
    ACraigNewman ACraigNewman 36-40, M 1 Response Sep 2

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    It was an ordinary day.

    One like any other. Listening to her favorite music blasting in her ears as she goes for her morning run. As the sun begins to rise she's back in her apartment, where she soaks her sore muscles in a hot shower and sips on hot tea as she puts on her make-up. Her work cell phone...
    akmackg akmackg 26-30, F 2 Responses Sep 23

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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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    Have you placed a spell on me?

    I can't seem to say no to you. Words that have never come so easily before and still, I can't say no to you. Should I let you entice me so charmingly? You're deep in my thoughts, you are my focus. I dream breathtakingly beautiful things so vivid I can't breathe..but i feel you...
    lavioletta lavioletta 31-35, F 4 Responses 4 days ago

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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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    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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    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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    Green eyes painted red.

    Arms empty and cold. Surrounded by darkness. Auburn hair wild and tossed by the biting wind. Shoulders tight and aching. Head heavy and full of questions. Mouth dry and thirsty. Legs weak and shaky. Lips down turned. Cheeks wet with tears. Clothes covered in dirt and stained...
    akmackg akmackg 26-30, F 2 Responses Sep 9

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    Not one of my best, but please tell me what you

    think! Once we were happy! When first we met You were so different Today you seem to stay so angry At me, at life, at the world as a whole I must wonder if I am the culprit that brought this change Where once beat a heart of strength and patience Now seems only to beat from...
    zanyzoey zanyzoey 36-40, F 1 Response 2 days ago

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