Creative Outlet Article: P.O.W.

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P.O.W.

posted by mk136207

i'm a prisoner
of word's unsaid
just lonely feelings
locked away in my head
i trap myself further
everytime i stay quiet
i should start to speak
but istop and stay silent
and now i have made my own hard bed
inside a prisoner of words unsaid

i am a P.O.W.
not a prisoner of war
a prisoner of words
like a soldier
i'm a fighter

yet only a puppet
mostly i only say
what anda wanna hear
could anda take it if i came clear?
atau would yourather see me
stoned on a drug of the M.I.A.
i guess that's what i am
scraping this cold earth
for a piece of myself
For Peace in myself

TheExcorcist, Kay_doll143 and 25 others like this

kaitlinndnathan this is really good :)

topazEYEs91 great =)

123moo123 that is really good. were'd u come up with the idea?

Jakeluvr101 that's totally awsm and i luvd it. is it hw u really feel?

HaleyDewit That's a great poem,very intense

annalia wow, that's great!

onaotaku AMAZING!!!

oth-rocks OMFG, thats AMAZING, so intense, i love it

greengirl8 That's a great poem! I'm not even good at writing poems, so more power to u! :) U need to write more of them!

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Drowning (Working Title)

posted by Cinders

I need help with this short story. I'm thinking of turning it in for one of my projects for my short story class, but it needs heavy refining, and a better title. Can anda guys help me out?

Drowning

It was 2:45 and the bartender slid Ryan’s sixth tequila shot in an jam across the bar.

“You sure anda don’t want to slow down there, partner?” asked the bartender warily.

Ryan downed the shot and slammed the glass back down on the bar, staring at the ceiling as he swayed on the bar stool. But he nodded. “Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, I’m just gonna… sit here for a while.”

The tender shrugged...

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The dinding

posted by Cinders

The Wall

Wilson gazed up at The dinding in front of him in awe. It seemed to stretch up for miles into the blue sky. Every hari he sat there against that dinding with his inhaler hanging around his neck and his faithful golden retriever, Macaroni, panting loudly selanjutnya to him. Sometimes he would stare at the sky and watch them float lazily and arrogantly over The dinding while Macaroni frolicked in the field and barked at butterflies. He would listen to the children, laughing and playing, and he would close his eyes really tight and wish for a way to gabung them.

Today was different, though. Today, he was...

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My Life

posted by greekthegeek

My Life

Eat
Sleep
Repeat
Don't feel
Don’t love
Those bring pain
Don’t feel, don’t cinta they say
Pain comes, and pain is feared
But I already feel pain

cinta is Like a Butterfly

I heard a saying once.
That cinta is like a butterfly.
Hold it too close and you'll crush it.
Hold it too lose and it'll fly away.

I have lost my cinta this way.
If only I knew about it before.
But things happen for a reason.
That philosophy will never change.

My cinta is still out there.
So I will take my net and catch him.
Even if it takes,
One hundred years.

Empty

Can't Feel
Can't Love
Can't Cry
Can't Sing
Can't Speak
Can't Touch
When You've Been Hurt So Bad,
anda don't feel at all.

Blackness

What eats away space?
What makes anda think of pain?
What takes place of light?
What always takes place of fights?
What makes people cry?
What is a mark of death?
Dark I say.
Blackness