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My Dear Old Pen

Here I sit, all alone once again

Just me and my faithful dear old pen

It always seems to help me figure things out

No matter what I'm thinking about

As I scribble my words on this writing pad

No matter what I'm feeling, happy or sad

I think it may just be my dearest friend

It never lets me down, my dear old pen

When I was just a very young girl

My biggest problem was the way my hair curled

My pen was already there for me

Helping me to express what others couldn't see

When love decided to shatter my heart

It was there for me when my world fell apart

It was always there helping me charter my courses

It helped me get thru two divorces

And when I was ready to let new love in

It was faithfully there for me once again

When nobody else understands how I feel

I know that my pen always will

Yes, we do live in a new age of computers and such

But staring at a keyboard just isn't enough

Staring at that blank computer screen

Just isn't the same if you know what I mean

But when I pick up my pen and put it to my pad

It all seems to pour out, the good and the bad

No matter if I'm going thru happy or difficult times

The words just pour out and they all seem to rhyme

And when the words pour, I feel a release

And all of my anguish seems to cease

Loving, Hurting, Lonely, or Mad

The feelings can be amazing or terribly bad

Either way, I can always count on my truest friend

I'm so happy I have my dear old pen

And there's another way that it always helps me too

When a loved one is hurting and there's nothing I can do

I just put my pen on my paper and let it go

And it always seems to help me to let them know

That I feel their pain and that I really care

And that I will always try to be there

I know that everyone has ups and downs, struggling and strife

My dear old pen helps me deal with this thing called life

© Written by Jeannie Marie Baisden 2013All Rights Reserved

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My Poetry Escape by Someone_Invisible15

I may just be a girl. No one special. Nothing compared to others. In the eyes of the universe, I am just a little speck of dust. My light may not shine very bright, and it may not be of any use, but I am me. Writing is my only escape out of this world. I cry rivers of ink and climb mountains of words. I may not write as well as others, but my writing is just a different style. They're my feelings. I really do hope you can connect to some of the work in here. Please, do not copy any of this work without informing me first. Thank you! "My Escape" I have a supply, In the closet near my bed, Of past memories, Hanging by a thread. A thread, Connected to my mind, That thread, Just follows me around. I have a hole, In the middle of my heart, That hole fills up, When someone's torn apart. I have a tear, Accompanying my lonely eye, Knowing, whenever I'm alone, I can sit in a corner and cry. Even though, These things are there, I still have ink, a notebook, and a pen, To care. I write and write, To my heart's desire, New feelings erupt, By the hour. Writing is, My one escape, In this cruel and careless world, I have the power, to awake. "A Story Without Words" A story told, In a little tune, A golden smile, And a shining tear, Rolling down my cheek. A little breeze, The nice sun, A marvelous day, Turned into a wet one. The memories dripped, Down on my cotton white shirt, Leaving stains, On my malicious heart. Your smile, Worth a thousand words, Can't cheer up This depressive mind. A storm bewildered, Your indecisive mind, Drowning me, In my reckless thoughts. A rainy day, A gleaming lie, A story not told, With words Nor sounds. This story is, But a mere thought, In this universe We share, Every night. This story is, A withering storm, Drifting off, In this careless soul. This story is, Not told with sounds, But a never ending blow, Of swirling emotions, Bottled up inside.

Secret Mind ✓ by sadlyish

"She's right! She's right! I don't cut in the right spot." My hold tightens on my wrist. The red blood oozes out of my wrist. I slide up and grab my bag and run out of the bathroom. I don't care if people can see the blood I just want to get out. I race for the doors and shove through people. I earn a lot of glares and glances that read "weirdo." I ignore and push. I run to my house and lock myself in my bathroom. I don't bother closing the front door cause I don't care if people come in to kill me. I grab my razor and cut deep cuts into my arm and wrists falling into a pool of my own blood. • • • Evangeline has a great life. Friends? Check! Good grades? Check! Loving family? Check! But what if she has secrets that nobody knows of? What if the only thing she can trust is her secret diary? What if slowly but surly she's dying inside? How can an innocent twelve year old deal with these problems? Will she keep on facing these problem till the day she breaks. Her school burns down forcing her into a different school to meet different people and she has to fit into a different lifestyle as well. Meet Evangeline. Now at 17 years of age in a new high school. Not all girls anymore. No uniform. Meet Drake. Your classic bad-boy. He just moved to Saint Abigail high school. He is assigned partners with the quiet, calm, unnoticed Evangeline. As time progresses he finds that she isn't as happy on the inside as she is on the outside. Can he save her? Or is it too late? • • • Some rude language. Depression and cutting. Don't say I didn't warn you. Okay, I wrote this at the start of this year (may 2016) and I had very poor writing skills. This book hasn't been edited and the whole idea is cliche so I wouldn't recommend you read it but I'm not stopping you, either. Read at your own risk. • • • Copyright © 2017 by -moonlust. All rights reserved.

HIS REGRET (1st BOOK) 18+ by manifestingfictional

1st BOOK OF GROVELLING MEN SERIES. ALL BOOKS ARE STANDALONE. ARROGANT BAKER AND RICH KIND HEARTED GIRL. "TO ALL THE GIRLS OUT THERE WHO LOVE WHEN MEN GROVEL FOR HIS GIRL"😌❤ LOVE IS LIKE A BUTTERFLY THE MORE YOU TRY TO HOLD IT,THE MORE IT WOULD WANT TO ESCAPE, BUT WHEN YOU FINALLY LET GO OF THAT LOVE,WILL THAT PERSON BE ABLE TO BARE? "This is my first book that I'm trying to write,I hope the people who are reading this will enjoy it and thank you for reading"❤ NEA LEXINGTON : I never had to beg anything or anyone in my life,I always had everything I need and when I entered HIS shop,my heart felt like it would burst,he is handsome but beautiful,as time passed I found myself being in love with him,but he is stubborn and arrogant towards me,but that only made me want him more,but HE NEVER said he loved me,and THAT DAY I got to know why and for the first time in my life,i felt so broken,I CRIED,I never cried before not that I'm aware of,because I never had to,but he made me CRY,he broke me,I never thought I would beg god to make me forget him,will I ever be able to STOP LOVING HIM? QUADE RIGBY : I love my job more than anything,I like to bake because my mom used to love too,expect that if I like something then it's Cleo,but she likes someone else,when I confessed she said she doesn't think in that way,at the same time,NEA LEXINGTON the famous jewelry shop owner's daughter entered my Bakery,MY LIFE,I date her but with a purpose and she is not aware,but when she does will she love me the way she does,but I never thought she would love me so much that I would end up hurting her,And I NEVER thought that I WOULD LOVE NEA MORE THAN I EVER LOVED ANYONE,SO MUCH THAT I WAS READY TO LOSE MYSELF FOR HER,but when she finds out about my purpose,my lies,will she stay or WOULD I LOSE HER FOREVER.....

The X File by ashberry_undefined

It's weird that I'm starting this way late in my life when I could've done this at the beginning but better late than never, right? So I got this idea to wrote out my thoughts about life from "After 3" and I thought it would be good to write out everything in my head. Maybe that will help clear my head from all the sticking memories, bad moments, funny conversations, dirty thoughts, etc. So, um, here goes nothing. Welcome to THE X FILES...try not to judge.

Words that speak from the heart by Cryan1983

I have trouble speaking my emotions or talking to others so I write Poems and short stories from my heart

Catastrophically Carla (Lesbian Story) by xpaaulettex

Ages 14+ (lesbian concepts and some profanity) This is not your everyday love story, okay? It's not a chick flick either. The events and themes within my pages have meaning, depth, truth-and most of all, reality. You are about to be taken on an adventure about a girl who's life is not like everybody else's. I look like a normal teen girl, I mean, I have hair and two eyes and two hands and feet like everybody else, but I couldn't feel more different. I have two moms, yes. Let's just get that out there before you start reading and close my diary like everyone in my life has shut me out of theirs. All I want is a normal life with normal friends who don't judge me because of my home situation. I don't even remember the last time I went on a sleepover or called somebody my age. I don't mean to be a downer, because it does get better. Life gets better. Struggles are only temporary, I know that now. And by my last words reach your eyes, I've come a long way, and have grown to see potential in myself. I'm sharing this with you because I want to make a difference. I know now that I'm not the only one in the world that feels alone. I've been there, done that, and there's more loneliness to come, but for now, I feel more prepared for it. I know how it feels to sit by yourself at lunch every day and how it feels to watch others go to prom with dates and feel like shit because you don't think you'd even have any friends to go with. Please ready my diary. I am much older now, and much more wiser, and I can't wait for you to realize the potential in yourself, too.

ALONE ... by AviXplorex

#72 in short story (highest rank till now) What you do NOW will affect your FUTURE. So, enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the BIG things. If she would have accepted the truth at the right time and stopped wasting time on wrong people, then this might not have happened. Now, there's no way other than repenting. ---------------------------------------------- "I need to stop thinking that one day they are going to come back, because life is not a movie and sometimes there is no closure with endings. So, I need to hop over the bridge and let it go. Let it go and move on, for life is not always a fairy tale. Moreover, the fault was mine!", she said to herself. "But how can I???? ", she added ... and then she broke down into tears ..... As the first tear broke free, the rest followed in an unbroken stream..... ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• This is a short love story revolving around the life of a girl named Katherine Jamison who is all alone and finds herself miserable without any one to love her, to help her, to protect her or to care for her. Will she ever find the love of her life ? To know about her past, the reason of her being alone, her journey, her life ~ read the story 'ALONE...' ~ by AviXplorex.

A Self-love Story by Kirsten_Sharp

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Who I Was by akaweirdgirl

This is a story about my life and why I wanted to help people in the first place. And why I think there are no such thing as bad people but people that didn't have the good influence they needed to be great. Hope u like it.

A Strange Kind of Beautiful by -taraxacum-

Trapped in pages are words I've never spoken. An overwhelming happiness, grief, and love. A walking poem and the hidden poet. To admire from afar and to be loved silently. Surrender my sorrows and bleed on paper and since then I kept this story sacred. A reminder how I made it. A chapter where I stumbled, how crushed and crumbled but still survived. Only with a pen and a heart to mend. I lived.

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My Poetry Escape

I may just be a girl. No one special. Nothing compared to others. In the eyes of the universe, I am just a little speck of dust. My light may not shine very bright, and it may not be of any use, but I am me. Writing is my only escape out of this world. I cry rivers of ink and climb mountains of words. I may not write as well as others, but my writing is just a different style. They're my feelings. I really do hope you can connect to some of the work in here. Please, do not copy any of this work without informing me first. Thank you! "My Escape" I have a supply, In the closet near my bed, Of past memories, Hanging by a thread. A thread, Connected to my mind, That thread, Just follows me around. I have a hole, In the middle of my heart, That hole fills up, When someone's torn apart. I have a tear, Accompanying my lonely eye, Knowing, whenever I'm alone, I can sit in a corner and cry. Even though, These things are there, I still have ink, a notebook, and a pen, To care. I write and write, To my heart's desire, New feelings erupt, By the hour. Writing is, My one escape, In this cruel and careless world, I have the power, to awake. "A Story Without Words" A story told, In a little tune, A golden smile, And a shining tear, Rolling down my cheek. A little breeze, The nice sun, A marvelous day, Turned into a wet one. The memories dripped, Down on my cotton white shirt, Leaving stains, On my malicious heart. Your smile, Worth a thousand words, Can't cheer up This depressive mind. A storm bewildered, Your indecisive mind, Drowning me, In my reckless thoughts. A rainy day, A gleaming lie, A story not told, With words Nor sounds. This story is, But a mere thought, In this universe We share, Every night. This story is, A withering storm, Drifting off, In this careless soul. This story is, Not told with sounds, But a never ending blow, Of swirling emotions, Bottled up inside.