OceanBreeze
When one tears down the walls that plague their existence, they find insight into what makes them real. My reality is based solely on how I feel; Where I go, what I do -- I find myself with them, with you.
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Poetry: Let Go in Creative Writing
Let Go Let go of the past Move yourself into the future. S’okay to remember the good things But don’t let it linger. Passing memories of times had Stick firmly in your being. Keep in mind that th...
Poem: Do Not Go Gentle Into That Goodnight (Famous) in Creative Writing
This is one of my all-time favorite poems. – Do Not Go Gentle Into That Goodnight by Dylan Thomas Do Not Go Gentle Into That Goodnight, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage ag...
Poetry: When I Sleep in Creative Writing
When I Sleep When I Sleep I won’t cry. I will hold you Deep inside. When you run, I will find What you’re hiding from In the night. When I Sleep, I don’t dream. I just need something From you a...
Poem: A Heart's Embrace in Creative Writing
A Heart’s Embrace When two hearts hold hands, They open to life. They fold into one And release all their strife. When two hearts embrace, They fill up inside; With love and happiness That canno...
Poetry: Alone In Heart in Creative Writing
Alone in Heart I. am. alone. Alone in Heart. When it stops beating, I’ll be alone again. Along a narrow line I’m fleeing; As I will not ever be full again. When my heart is full, I know I won’t b...
Poetry: Now is the time in Creative Writing
Now is the Time Now is the time To open up my eyes. Now is the time For my heart to cut it’s ties. Now is the time For me to disappear. Now is the time To swallow my fear. © 2001, Joe Jenkins S...
Poetry: Memories Ahead in Creative Writing
Memories Ahead By: Joe Jenkins I dream about the times gone by And all the things beyond my eye. I ponder meaning until it’s dead But close my eyes to what’s ahead. Why must I be so cut and drie...
Poem: Why in Creative Writing
Why ~~~ Why must I live With thoughts such as these? Why must I try When pushed to my knees? Why can’t I cry Life’s pleasant tears? Why can’t I confront Life’s intense fears? Falling from the he...
