Writing

Very inspiring! "Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond meas

She felt a strong Inward Revelation. At times it seems difficult to describe these feelings as the period of time sh

Children conquering boulders; Smiling, achievement in their eyes. Processed from an insignificant act of LOVE, Placed

Perception vanishing into abyss. Sight obscured by maliciousness. Projecting a void of mysteries, lies of the unknown.

Chosen to play an unwanted role By an uncontrollable balance Born from tainted soil To be a part of the ongoing battl

So my poet/writing friends, what to who is your muse? Talk to me.

I hear you right now Its about time, you say twenty years is too long you should have given up on me years ago ev

Love will always be The tears I still bear even after the many years we weren't meant to be in truth you're still

I’ve got this feeling. Right there in my chest. This beating pulsing burning love. Once I was dead, weeping and wiltin

I was thinking about poetry recently and it hit me that when a poet is writing, they are working things out in a similar

Debbie doesn’t do God, She gave him up when her mother Left and hasn’t called since But that didn’t stop her fr

it's alarming how the dreaming mind fills in the gaps and voids of what it's never known and experienced, how a tantal

Where have the artists and philosophers gone? Where amid the distractions and hype are the small voices of reason and

People look but can never know what goes on in a person's soul they see themselves as judges deciding who's "good" or

I come to you with palms outstretched To tell a tell so tumultuous, involving a wretch! A letch! So I hope for no tet

The air pierced by a woman’s screams of humiliated despair A mother a wife wronged by her service Wronged by her bod

I lay at night wondering what you’re going through, I cannot close my eyes without thinking of you, With every tear

To my Y generation, millenials. We‘re forever entangled in our own reveries. Capture a minute in hand and strip off

Tangible distractions replaced by intangible illusions. everyday, i felt like i reached a saturation point in my underst

The Harvard writers presents to students or who do work but didn’t time to write there thesis ,we are here to help you

Truth would be a lie if it was ever grey, And a lie if it was grey would be relatively true. So how far is the truth

Walk with me.. I want to shyly slip my hand into yours and tell you what I cannot say without worrying about stepping

Ah, the trusted one.. no one suspected your dark nature only I was to experience the real you or have others seen you

I used to write poetry everyday. ...that was like a year ago and only lasted a couple weeks. However, I remember it t

To my Y generation, millenials. We‘re forever entangled in our own reveries. Capture a minute in hand and strip off

a landscape whips past the side of her face. a grand escape at an intimidating pace she's curled up around this figure