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    awwww. thank you! glad you enjoyed.

    nyckei: i know girl....we gotta do that. lol.


    k, I wrote this last month and I wonder what you think about it.


    I REALLY wanna sit down & read, but it'll open up a whole can of worms and I still have a chapter to glaze over tonight

    I swear...assignments & readings are really messin up my college experience lol!


    Hi Everyone....I love that there's a writing section...Im going to take some time tomorrow at work...since I dont have much to do anyways...to read the things that you guys have posted so far

    I am a poet....at least I consider myself one...Ive been writing since I was 14....Im 27 now. I have finished one book of poems...about 90-100 poems entitled Blues of a Sister. I just got the copyrights in March. Its some of my early writings. I am working on organizing the poems for my second book entitled Life's Journey. And I have a few pieces maybe about 10-15 to start my third book of poems entitled Her Reality...

    I would love to be able to share my thoughts/work with the world but I know getting a book of poems published can be very hard.

    I plan to eventually write a poetic novel centered around 4 girlfriends or maybe 4 sisters....not sure what the title of the book will be but that will definitely be a challenge for me

    I dont really do short stories or anything...

    Poetry and Acting are two of my passions....I know I can make a living from acting....but to be able to make a living NOW as a writer would be AWESOME....no more CORPORATE AMERICA!!! Anyhoo HAPPY WRITING!!


    that's a really good poem masoesa! and very true.



    Not by the smile on her face could you tell she cried herself to sleep. I couldnàƒ¢â‚¬â„¢t tell by her appearance that she had secrets to keep. I would have never</a> known that she stayed depressed a lot. You would have never known that happiness is something she rarely got. By the friends she hang with, who would have known she had sleepless nights. By talking to her I would have never guessed her future wasnàƒ¢â‚¬â„¢t bright. I would have argued you down, if you told me she wasnàƒ¢â‚¬â„¢t pleased with herself. I probably would have slapped you silly if I heard that she would rather live the life of someone else. Thatàƒ¢â‚¬â„¢s just it. You never know the pain the next person hides. I wasnàƒ¢â‚¬â„¢t able to read her mind to know she was thinking of suicide. I know she had her faith that things would get better. Why didnàƒ¢â‚¬â„¢t she hang on, her and God couldàƒ¢â‚¬â„¢ve worked it out together? Give her pity for all the pain and troubles she went through. Of course not, she shouldàƒ¢â‚¬â„¢ve believed that God wouldnàƒ¢â‚¬â„¢t forsake me nor you. No matter all the hard times, you pray for strength and you shall receive. Do not give in to the world, be patient and believe. Strive for the best no matter how difficult it is. Let everyone see that you are determined to live. Live life to the fullest, trying to be all you can possibly be. Let us so endeavor to live that even the undertaker is sorry.


    His heavy locs swayed against his back with each footstep,...

    Love it girlie good job!!![color=#CC33CC]


    ^^ thanks lady.


    I haven't read all of the story entries, but the poems are bomb!!! I poetry.

    To masoesa chemical manipulations are really destroying the nation! Ruining otherwise healthy manes, burning off layers of skin for a clearer complexion, and altering the body's biochemistry in the name of weight loss. It's scary what we do to ourselves and it comes so naturally; we don't think to change our ways until damage is done.

    To toriq I'm feeling it! Sad how actions can exert such an effect long after they've been enacted. The sentiments your poem seems to generate are all too familiar for so many people; you'd think a worldwide intervention would be erect.


    Unfinished Thought

    He just looks at her
    Amazed at how she loves him
    He loves the fact that sheàƒ¢â‚¬â„¢s with him
    The way she smiles with her eyes
    He just looks at her
    Thinking of her sweet breath
    And her soft full lips
    He loves the way her smile brighten his days
    He yearns to tell her about his love
    About his admiration and his desires
    He wants to speak about how beautiful she is
    And to tell her that he cares deeply
    But he canàƒ¢â‚¬â„¢t express himself to her
    He can only think about his feelings
    When he tries to talk to her
    The words canàƒ¢â‚¬â„¢t come out
    They just hang in his voice
    Like an unfinished thought


    lol do you all mind if I join in too?


    ^Feel free .

    I have thoroughly enjoyed every piece in this thread. Great story ideas, writing and use of imagery. I am posting a poem although I wouldn't consider myself a poet so I have no idea where it came from. I'm working on my first novel and am in a creative zone right now so I'ma just ride it out.

    àƒ¢â‚¬à…Down to Nothingàƒ¢â‚¬à‚

    Revelations have pierced my heart,
    Dumbing down my silly notions,
    Unearthing hidden desires,
    And unfounded emotions,

    Have I been chasing shadows and distant dreams?
    It pains me to say goodbye to them.
    To face the reality that there is no way out this time,
    No retreat to àƒ¢â‚¬à…Mad Illusionsàƒ¢â‚¬à‚ street,

    Those persuasive nudgings in my head,
    I speak the words,
    "I have to remove myself to replace myself,
    I have to be rebirthed into a new being",

    Recognizing when escapism is my foe,
    Freeing myself from its clutches like the falling star in the night sky,
    Then the first breath, with its eyes wide open,
    Innocent in spirit,
    Untainted with purpose,

    I know that this will happen when I am down to nothing,
    The dumbing down to nothing,
    Iàƒ¢â‚¬â„¢m on my way.


    I read this in a cafe on halloween...

    My Heartàƒ¢â‚¬â„¢s Emancipation

    A computer love blossomed
    With the emergence of Grandmaàƒ¢â‚¬â„¢s crocuses.
    The brisk winter blues
    Slowly transitioned into springtime hues
    Of greenàƒ¢â‚¬à‚¦
    A friendship formed
    A bond so strongàƒ¢â‚¬à‚¦

    Through time we traveled in separate portals,
    Yet I never forgot you.
    The years held you captive
    Your mind chained, your heart frozen
    Your gaze as blankàƒ¢â‚¬à‚¦
    As a fresh page.
    And my heart lay wounded & cracked,
    Yet hoped for and set on your rescue.

    Two thousand and seven.
    A return home from a place
    That treated me so warmlyàƒ¢â‚¬à‚¦ how I miss
    that great peach stateàƒ¢â‚¬â„¢s embrace.
    That cannot be retracted.
    That cannot be undone.
    A heart, making a mindàƒ¢â‚¬â„¢s decisions.
    Wounded, I hoped our souls would be one.

    As timeàƒ¢â‚¬â„¢s elusive habits
    Fool me once again,
    That sweet scent of honeysuckle
    And fresh kiss of morning sun,
    Turns to quick pecks of daylight
    And warm nightly hugs.
    The moonàƒ¢â‚¬â„¢s glow becomes brighter
    Each time I inhale and she leaves me
    The bitterness of her milk
    Resting there on my lipsàƒ¢â‚¬à‚¦

    The golden embers
    Of autumnàƒ¢â‚¬â„¢s amber embrace
    Hold me captive
    As my childhood, springtime 1999
    Red-breasted Robin
    Flies away.


    Just my little contribution

    Love's Resurrection

    Out of the ashes like the mighty phoenix

    I am reborn


    Brought back to life by this warrior spirit

    Mind invigorated

    Body elevated to pleasure

    Transcending all comprehension

    Waiting with baited breath

    I weave mental mosaics of this new twosome

    Stuck in a love-induced haze

    Reawakening thoughts of creating a new life force

    Generations of him from seeds of love planted in my womb

    With him, my tears are no longer my own

    The word stress holds no meaning

    My ear rests above his heart

    His hands in my locs

    Soothed by a rhythm meant just for me

    Because he isàƒ¢â‚¬à‚¦

    My protection in every storm

    A renewed strength to carry on

    Love's resurrection

    He is...

    He just is

    © 2007


    OMG, I didn't know this was here! Been looking for y'all and if I didn't have to get up and take the GRE tomorrow, I would sit here and read everything. Dang.

    I've been writing since--forever (I know that sounds really American Idol-ish, but it's true), one of my short stories got picked up and will be published in January. I'm very excited. The thing is, the school I go to is majority white, there are probably less than 10 of us in the English department, so it's kinda hard to get honest critiques on stuff that is more...ethnic, for lack of a better word. So far, everybody's been cool, but censoring myself has gotten a little old. I'd love to get some critique that didn't knock me for my use of "dialect."


    Hey you all. Here is my contribution. I am going to put a link for you to read it because its a little racy and I dont want to cause this great topic to shut down. So let me know what you think.

    PW is words

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