Tag: writing
member name: Kate Keeley
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January 20, 2008 11:11 PM EST --
I didn't think I wanted you
Didn't think I needed to
What makes me hold back,
What makes me afraid--
I might fall for you--
And then what would I do,
If one day . . .
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January 31, 2008 09:11 PM EST --
If inside me were a city
With buildings made of words
Then love would be the lava
That buries them unheard
I know you want an answer
When you ask me how I feel
. . .
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January 28, 2008 09:20 PM EST --
Hello All, This is an informal post based on questions from new members wondering how to navigate gather and make connections that will increase their enjoyment of the site. I know there . . .
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August 15, 2007 10:46 AM EDT --
One thing in common
What do writers have in common? My guess is that we could come up with any number of unique responses to that question.
Writers read.
Writers write.
Writers observe.
Writers dream . . .
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January 19, 2008 11:12 AM EST --
Two wide
This bed of mine
Half empty without you
Warm side, my side, cold side, your side
Can I forgive you leaving me alone?
Strong one, mine was, weak one, yours . . .
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January 23, 2008 11:57 AM EST --
Woke up
Distant, dreamy
Dark blended illusion
Creamy low fat café latte
Decaf
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January 27, 2008 03:27 PM EST --
Dew drops
Waking on grass
Reflect daybreak rising
Night surrenders dreams lost in light
Wind whispers and leaves bare limbs uncovered
She lifts her hands above her head
. . .
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January 29, 2008 10:27 PM EST --
Restless
Fingers fidget
Up and down, walk around
Sit and stare while click-clack keys write
Rubbish
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January 10, 2008 11:01 PM EST --
She is eating dirt, and all she wants to do is die. Five minutes ago, in the bar, drinking rum maybe she didn't want to die. Tomorrow, head throbbing, lips bloody, safe in her bed, maybe she won't . . .
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January 10, 2008 09:51 PM EST --
The voice, coming as it did from behind, startled me.
"You shouldn't hate your hands," he said.
. . .
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January 18, 2008 10:47 PM EST --
Never
Mind the other
Wise words will win at last
Time comes too late to hinder death
Bed soft and welcome warm against the cold
Blooded killer wind weathered . . .
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January 20, 2008 02:23 PM EST --
Promises
Broken before
You meant to keep your word
Hidden in illusion and hope
Silent
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January 06, 2008 12:04 PM EST --
In 2004, with the New Year beginning, I sat down to contemplate possible resolutions. Every year I came up with at least one way to improve myself--eat more fruits and vegetables, exercise more, watch . . .
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January 15, 2008 11:33 PM EST --
For a penny Gerald Dean would let me look, and I wanted to see that bright, swollen thing. We were standing on his back porch, and the moon peered down at us through a v-shape in . . .
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January 17, 2008 07:44 PM EST --
The following is an excerpt from merlore. Do you believe that merpeople (aka mermaids and mermen) exist or once existed?
My Love, the Sea
What do I love, I love the sea
The sea, . . .
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January 20, 2008 04:11 PM EST --
Halfway between San Francisco and Hawaii, a mother scours a mass of garbage twice the size of the state of Texas for treats to take home to her child. A bright yellow Lego block catches her attention. . . .
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January 26, 2008 09:27 PM EST --
Only adéile and Emperor penguins are considered true Antarctic species. On the peninsula we saw adéiles, gentoos, and chinstraps. Occasionally someone sighted a King or Emperor, . . .
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January 30, 2008 02:33 AM EST --
Once upon a time, in a faraway kingdom, there was a very lovely princess (as princesses always are in faraway kingdoms), and because she was
A princess
Very lovely
Sweet and
Kind not to . . .
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January 19, 2008 12:31 AM EST --
The ship rocks beneath my feet, as unnoticed as the beating of my heart. The ice stretches out between our ship and the cliffs rising in the distance, and I understand the power of the ice, . . .
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August 31, 2007 10:39 AM EDT --
Hello All,
I'm working on a story that uses flashbacks. In The Snows of Kilimanjaro, Hemingway uses a couple of different techniques. He breaks the page with asterisks, uses italics, and starts the . . .
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