Writing Article: The struggle

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posted by Free_Spirit

Me: Wow i feel in a poetic mood today. anyway um yes here is my poem. RATE and COMMENT. lol, yes if people wouldn't mind i would love to have feedback critisism is always welcome and praise is aswell. Anyway......

The Struggle

My eyes search the darkness before me,
And perceive the two roads.
One of which I know I must take.
Each holds a different path,
With the two people I love.
Both holding me with an overwhelming power,
That was crushing me as it grew.
To please my family,
Or fulfil my own desires.
They were so different,
They are fire and water as
Light is to dark,
Yet still, they both complete me.

Why is God punishing me?
Why choose between these important people.
How do I live in this dream of a world?
Life was openly full of pain,
Make it stop.
I took a deep breath and pulled out my end.
I closed my eyes and with hands of unacquainted certainty,
I plunged the knife into my heart.
I cried out in pain and fell to the ground.
Embodied within the pain, I was happy,
Struggle over.

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prettystar nice!ver pretty!Job well-done!

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Free_Spirit YAY

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Diem Mirabilis

posted by Dearheart

If you're wondering, "Diem Mirabilis" is Latin for "Day of Wonders". (At least it's SUPPOSED to be. My Latin isn't what it used to be, hehe.) This was just a little something I whipped up for a story I'm writing. I wanted to put something at the beginning of each chapter that roughly follows the times of day, and I couldn't find anything good. So I made my own. =) Hope you enjoy it!

Diem Mirabilis

Morning:

for Morning is made
of mysteries and uncertainties
the hopes of beginnings
the risks of unknowns
the potential for greatness
or failure

Midday:

for Midday is the height
of the glory of the sun
the climax of twenty-four hours
the brightness that blinds and clarifies
the answers once hidden
now unveiled

Sunset:

for Sunset arrives
with the final shift of the sky
the afterglow of the triumph
the sweetness of the last drop
the closing chapter of a story
and the beginning...

of a new one.

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Is Poetry A Dying Art?

posted by Cinders

I've been slowly but steadily coming to the conclusion that poetry as an art form is quickly losing its flavor amongst the iPod generation. And I'm not talking about contemporary poets who don't get read by the masses, because as Gertrude Stein would say, "Those who are creating the modern composition authentically are naturally only of importance when they are dead because by that time the modern composition having become past is classified and the description of it is classical. That is the reason why the creator of the new composition in the arts is an outlaw until he is a classic." Or,...

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Broken Dreams Chapter 9

posted by BellaSwan636

Serena

Tia had told me that he obviously liked black, so she'd chosen the scary halter top and skinny jeans with black peep-toed heels. Tia had gone overboard. I looked like a freaking goth.

I thought I was dressed way out of my league, but Tia said I wasn't. It was difficult to believe her.

Still, I dropped a plate when I was in the kitchen on Saturday evening when he knocked on the door. I almost twisted my ankle in my hurry to open the door. I threw it open, and I almost cried in relief when it was him and I hadn't almost injured myself for nothing.

He looked stunned when he saw what I was...

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you are all i desire, a poem

posted by whitelion

your smile, your eyes, your voice
as if you gave me a choice
everything about you i loved
all other feelings aside i shoved

on your every word i hung
and even among
a crowd, only you i see
nowhere else i would rather be

these feelings for you, that are kept inside
i can no longer hide
everything about you i admire
you are all i desire

so kind, so sweet, so passionate
everytime our eyes met
my heart would race
while looking at your smiling face

full of buety, life, and joy
with my emotions you play like a toy
like a wild beast, my emotions cannot be tame
and i don't even know your name

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Spirit Of Stone part 5

posted by TDIlover226

Eddie just sat there in the plain dark room, looking at the many tubes coming from the floor to the ceiling. He wondered how far away he was from home, he wondered what his parents thought, and if they'd already called the police, trying to look got him. He estimated that it had been about 3 day's sence he'd been taken. Now he could tell that it was getting dark, he wasn't sure how though, the room was dark, had no windows and was cold and damp. He thought that he might starve down there, sence the mutants hadn't been down there for some time now. He really thought that they were just messing...

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Overlooked

posted by spikes_girl

There are things in your every day life that you never take a second glance at. They're just there, noting to ponder over or to think about. Here are two short tribute poems to some overlooked objects in life.

Fountain

The ultramarine colored water
Dances down through a maze of marble obstacles
Creating clear rainbows across the sheer water's surface.

A carpet of copper and silver glints at the bottom
Coins
Lost with memory of young children
Wishing for new puppies
Ice cream cones
Hot dogs for dinner
For bedtime stories to become flesh
A cat in a hat to come skipping off the pages.

Everything is in this...

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Let Me Save You (Winry's Song)

posted by Dearheart

A/N: I finished writing this about five minutes ago, lol. It's actually a song, but I figured it would fit as a poem as well.

This poem/song was inspired by two things: 1) A few of my favorite anime couples, namely Ed x Winry from Fullmetal Alchemist and Hoshino x Tanabe from Planetes (AWESOME series). And 2) while my dad was in Iraq, he heard "My Immortal" for the first time and said he loved the idea behind it...but it was too sad/depressing because "the chorus was in past tense instead of present tense." So he asked me if maybe I could take the same concept and do my own thing with it. I...

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Just One of Those Days (part 2)

posted by tvluva49

Sorry this is so long and confusing! I promise the next part will be more exciting! :)

I never realized how much it hurt to be shot. Who would believe that that was the least of my worries? I certainly didn’t, so as I was screaming my head off, all people from around the school came into the band hall to see who was screaming. I suppose they would be a bit disappointed that someone was just shot and no one had gone crazy, which would have been equally entertaining, but there was tension in the room. Kids stood awkwardly around, not knowing what to do. People that had crowded around me earlier...

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the writer

added by whitelion

Sounds

posted by mrs-mindfreak

Meredith sat up in the middle of the night screaming. Again. She felt tears wet her eyes at another miserable attempt at sleep. She wanted to pull her sore eyes from her sockets. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stay asleep. She wasn’t going to get any more sleep tonight, and Meredith knew that. She pulled off the sheets and slowly stood up. She wobbled slightly and held her head. These nightmares were going to be the death of her.
Meredith crept down the hall and into the kitchen for a little snack. Maybe some warm milk would put her to sleep. She reached...

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idk the title 4 this story yet

posted by Kut3Yumi

    "I love you. Will you be my girlfriend?" an unknown boy has ask me. I was struck with shock that I have a dumb look on my face.
    "O-o-of c-course I will. I love you too." Wait. What?! What am I saying! Why the heck do I want to be this boy girlfriend?! Why am I in love with him?! Most importantly, WHO THE HECK IS THIS BOY?!
    Ouch! I open my eyes, gazing up at the bumpy, white ceiling. Oh so all of that was just a dream. I sigh with relief but feeling disappointed at the same time. Awwww and here I thought someone finally confessed...

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Seeking Eden

posted by Cinders

It has been said that those with no words often have the most to say.

New York City, circa 1992.

He was quiet, a secret sort of troubled, his hands buried deep into his pockets as he wandered the slums of a black city, a heavy shadow cast over the sky that was too dark for the stars to penetrate.

She was a bloodnut and she watched him from the shadows, her dead heart rattling inside of her empty chest. She launched herself at him and latched onto his arm like a leech, beginning to beg, offering services in exchange for the substance she craved so much. Just a taste, she said, she promised that...

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Clichés: How To Embrace Them

posted by Cinders

Courtesy of the cartoonist, Clangnuts

Ah, the dreaded cliché! The worst feedback a writer can get is, "Well, it sounds sort of cliché, doesn't it?"

All authors want to be original. If someone even mentions that a writer's work reminds them of someone else's, the writer tenses up. "No, no, no, I'm nothing like him," he says swiftly. "I've never even read him."

"Yeah, but it's kinda like him," the reader persists, believing she is giving a compliment rather than an insult. "He's incredible, you should read him!"

The thing is-- it should be a compliment when a reader compares your work to...

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What i hate about you

posted by mars15

I hate when you walk away from me
because I'm always scared that you won't be come back
I hate every time i see you
because i always melt like ice scream on sun
I hate every time when I'm not seeing you
because i always think where are you
I hate that you're always in my head
because i can't think about anything else but you
I hate when you don't talk with me
because i always think that i did something wrong
I hate that i always try to impress you
but it's like you don't see that
I hate every time you touch me instinctively
because you always make me want to hold you,to kiss you
I hate every time you talk...

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All he wanted...

posted by thirteen_times

He didn’t want money or fancy cars; all he wanted was to be loved by someone, any one at all. He needed someone to care about him, not his wealth, not his ties to the rich and famous, someone that actually cared about him, the boy with bright blue eyes that sparkled in the sunlight, curly raven black hair and a boyish grin permanently plastered on his face hiding the pain of being alone. Yet no one did, all they saw was the heir to the Jeffrey Empire, the boy that was going to inherited it all. The boy, who was the prefect son living up to the Jeffrey name. They never saw the boy’s who’s arms were covered in cuts, the knife against his skin, the blood dripping down staining the carpet, his eyes closing never to open again. No one read the note tucked into his pocket cause no one cared.

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A new world-chapter one: Gone draft

posted by liissaaxx

The only sound that could be heard in the large hospital of Melbourne was the continuous beeps from the room in which Jamie's daughter lay.

The white walls and the bright yellow lights were too much for Jamie too take and the question which he dreaded to ask himself filled his head. First of all why is my precious Stephanie in here? Nothings wrong with her she stayed at Ashley's all weekend. What could have happened? and secondly why hasn't that receptionist stopped staring at me. She hasn't looked away since i sat down.
Jamie looked down at his watch, it was eight in the morning. He had been...

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Huntress

posted by Cutebutcrazy--

My name is Gennive Mason.
I am 13 years old.
And oh yeah. I'm the last vampirehunter alive.
You pobally think it's so cool. " Oh yeah she's the last vampire hunter alve. You must be everyones hero." Wrong. No one and I repeat no one can know about me or vampires or warer wolves or shape- shifters or witches. You see it goes against code. The sacred code of all night creatures even I have to fallow it or I'm dead. By law it says if a vampire hunter tells anyone about the night creatuures they send some one then it's bye-bye hunter. Lovley isn't it. I find it kinda ironic. My job is to find and...

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Dogs

posted by Spotty_Vision21

I shouldn’t have shot the dog. I definitely shouldn’t have shot the dog. Even if he did chew upon my prized drumsticks, and feast upon my freshly-baked brownies. The little white-and-brown terror, Mickey, belonged to my neighbor. My neighbor, an 87-year-old chain-smoker named Mary, rarely left the confines of her living room. She sat, day in and day out, as her precious mutts wreaked havoc about the neighborhood.
You can see it! My house, the little beasts have chewed upon everything their gnashing, tiny, sharp little teeth could find. I did my best to keep them out, but the little bastards...

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Heartbreak

posted by thirteen_times

There he is just standing there, starring at you with puppy dog eyes. He smiles briefly at you breaking your heart. It’s all too much so you so you slam the door. Before the door shuts he sticks his foot in the door way stopping it.
“I just want to talk.”
“There’s nothing to talk about.” You lie. You don’t want to hear him apologize or even see him. What he did hurt you like nothing else could, still you knew that you loved him and you heart ached for him. You wish you could turn back time to when you both were happy but you know that what’s done is done.
“How about us…”...

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Gods: Chapter 8: Games

posted by gossipgirlxoxo

At lunch I went over and sat next to Liz, she looked up at me and smiled. “So, you’re talking to me” I said, I opened my can and took a sip out. “Yeah, I forgive you” she said, and then she turned and looked at Adam. “Is that why?” I said nodding at Adam. She smiled at me, and giggled. “He’s happy” The word shocked me as they came out of her mouth; I had forgotten that Adam was as Liz tells me ‘unhappy’. I gave her a light smile, I had made him happy. When the bell went it frightened me I was too lost in my thoughts to even care about being late, so for a while I just...