Tag: writing
group name: myguild
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November 17, 2006 06:06 AM EST --
It was the hardest winter in his memory. He shivered heavily in the piercing winter wind as the full Moon peeped through the pale yellow sheath of snow. The view of the village in the yellow moonlight . . . more
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November 28, 2006 06:53 AM EST --
Yesterday she had a dream about him. He was seen injured and lain unconscious on the stone bench of a park that was seemed familiar to her. He was her classmate in high school. He was always kind . . . more
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August 27, 2007 04:51 PM EDT --
The woman stretched her hand into the blackness in search of something to keep her warm but found nothing. Cold and vacant air and the shadowed earth long forgotten by stars and light. Her fingers . . . more
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December 06, 2006 10:26 AM EST --
Death is always an interesting subject of poetry. A lot of beautiful poems, that depicts the philosophical beauty of death, are here in our gather community also. My memories go back to the college . . . more
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December 13, 2006 03:56 AM EST --
The Anesthetist signaled okay. The patient was shifted to the operating table from the amphitheatre. The Junior Doctors waited for the crash-landing of Prof. (Dr.) Narendran, their Department . . . more
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December 05, 2006 06:23 AM EST --
IT was raining heavily out side. An unexpected thunderbolt banged. Power went out. Mad winds pounded the doors and windows.
Normally he liked the untamed forces . . . more
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December 19, 2006 11:03 AM EST --
Don't understand why at times I say the nasty things I say,
your guess is as good as mine, as to why I get this way.
"Don't Say It!" screams a voice to me at the back of my mind,
but . . . more
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November 29, 2006 01:56 AM EST --
He sat in the Metro train to the airport with a swollen heart. His mind hesitated to give up hope and his eyes scanned each metro station for her.
She was his childhood friend. He met her again . . . more
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December 06, 2006 11:01 PM EST --
Everything consists of different shades of grey. There is no colour in anything but myself. There is no noise, no smell, no movement in the air. Somehow, it is both day and night, like when the . . . more
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December 12, 2006 08:59 AM EST --
Always there within my sight, it dances with me by the fire,
And it follows me every night, times short then reaches higher.
Leads me on those sunny days, times strong then it fades,
And for . . . more
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December 17, 2006 11:01 PM EST --
Here, I am sitting here, all alone once more,
Give breath to my fears, unforseen doom will come.
Though I cannot place a name, I feel deep down it's there,
Vertigo's driving me insane, falling . . . more
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December 17, 2006 11:49 PM EST --
I have very little left to give,
for I have little left to spare.
I'm worn from the things I've tried to do,
no material thing for me to share.
There's an emptiness lurks in my . . . more
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May 09, 2007 12:53 PM EDT --
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October 10, 2007 09:39 AM EDT --
In the neighborhood lived a lion and an antelope and the two fell in love. They were both young and bored and thought themselves misunderstood and took comfort in the other's company. Their love, . . . more
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October 11, 2007 04:10 PM EDT --
The early morning now and you wake in bed and there, scrawled on the ceiling in black paint or motor oil, is a choice. Sleep all day, it reads. The words light and airy within your head. You notice the . . . more
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January 05, 2007 01:47 AM EST --
I am sadness, I am joy.
I feel filled, I feel void.
I am going, I have been.
I am innocent, I have sinned.
I am common, I am rare.
I am covered, I am bare.
I was early, I was late. . . . more
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January 09, 2007 12:04 AM EST --
The times that I have sat there and I've heard him release a sigh,
for all the pain and torment that he keeps all pent-up inside.
The times that I have sat there and watched his anguished cries, . . . more
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January 09, 2007 12:14 AM EST --
I've watched you sitting there when you've cried,
and I can't help but ask the heavens, "Why?"
It isn't right, 50% of our lives is a fight.
I've watched you sitting . . . more
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January 12, 2007 08:35 PM EST --
Sitting high upon this world,
Walking blindly with the sheep,
A nomad wondering the lands,
Who am I?
Selling myself way too short,
Promising more than I can meet, . . . more
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May 02, 2008 05:08 AM EDT --
Neither editor nor expert, the reader reviewer occupies an ambiguous position in the food chain of the creative process. Uncertain of their own qualifications and abilities, the temptation exists . . . more
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