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  • Nonfiction > All Nonfiction
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    I don't just write. I am an artist. Honestly. Some people think that the term is for people who have become famous for their art, their music, their acting... But no, that's not it. An artist is anyone that is passionate about what they are doing. For me, it does happen to be in visual art...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Feather light. Pure. In the truest sense. We seek to find The meaning of Eternity. Weight. Running out Of time to tell you How you came to be. Cry. Follow me. So that I may Show you how to Fly. Featherlight....
  • Poetry > Haiku
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    Sweet wet nectar, dew- Wind,Bees buzz-birds singing,calm- Fun-dancing, laughter...
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    Walk into a museum and you will see history created in thousands of forms by the hands of people you will never know. Walk into a store and you will see products being pulled from shelves by the hands of people you see day after day. Walk into a school and you will see walls covered in art cr...
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    "Ashes, Ashes, We all fall down!" The last note was strongly emphasised as the group of preschoolers drifted to the ground like the autumn leaves that surrounded them. The crimson and gold flying into the air on impact, and landed in the hair of the giggling group. I listened to their ...
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    We would run through the field The smooth silk of grass between Our toes. You would let out a laugh that Would sift through the air like Bubbles. And we would dance without rhythm Or care. Then fall to the ground in a heap Of giggles and youth, so free ,and Innocent too. And as the s...
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    This is a poem for those who need love. For the babies with out mothers, and the kids without covers to sleep under at night. For the fathers, mothers, sisters, and brothers that have gone to fight. This is a song for those who need hope. To put the light back in their eyes, to make it all right...
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    Perfection. A word, a standard, a common goal, a curse, a blessing, an idea. I guess it's all in the way we look at it. I tend to think though that it is what we make it. Really, no one has ever actually sat down and decided what perfection is. There are no rules as to who gets to...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
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    I sat and I cried and the tears would not stop. They fell and they fell, but I didn't understand. I knew why they came but not why he left, he was my hero, my rock and my land. He held me tight when I thought I would fall, my heart hung heavy, my will and hope shady. But as he walked out ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    What,you ask me, do I see in you. I don't know. Your way of being that draws me in. Eyes that can flame brighter than the Eternal Flame,yet can be as cold as a broken heart. A will as strong as crystal. Love that will last longer than forever. What, you ask me, do I see in you. I don...
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    Ice and snow, wind and rain. Cold and heat, tears and pain. We go together like black and white. We fit the puzzle wrong and right. A piece gone missing, we would fall apart. A sliver a slice a part of you Fire and ice, dark and light wet and dry, flee and fight You and me, are only a hal...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    I talk, you listen. It was as simple as that. If I needed you, you were there, no questions asked. Only it wasn't that simple. It was more of an, I talk, you spread the word, situation. Maybe you were thinking I wouldn't find out, but I did. And you knew it. You told my secrets, t...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    I strain to hear the whispered words, the secrets behind closed doors. Then the voices get louder and the bits of conversation become full sentences. I know I shouldn't listen, Mamma wouldn't like it much. She would come in and see me under the covers. She would yell at me, and pull t...

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