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Liberation Through Creative Expression

Group to meet other people interested in creative output whether it is writing music, stories,poems,doing films,photography,painting, ANYTHING,you are welcome. Promotion of your own material is HIGHLY ENCOURAGED!

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Songs, Poems, Verbal, Written And Lyrical Spot 4 Replies

Started by sean harper. Last reply by sean harper Sep 16, 2011.

Visual Art - Drawing, Photoshop, Abstract, etc 10 Replies

Started by Sonic Architect. Last reply by sean harper Nov 30, 2009.

late night crap fiction (forgive shit spelling & grammer) 1 Reply

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Comment by spook on October 17, 2008 at 11:39pm
I would like to say that these are not real people but unfortunately I have known them all and with Zorica I was holding her hand when she passed :( such an incideous thing cancer , not only does it eat away at the patient but it slowly eats away at the family and each members insecurities .
Comment by questionauthority on October 17, 2008 at 2:37am
you write of others pain, you do care,, yet you write of losing them...if this is about somone really you knew what an honor you give with your beautifulwords in there memory,, lov how u write i feel it
Comment by spook on October 16, 2008 at 8:43am
Zorica

It’s over now take your last breath
Close your eyes and welcome death
The pain is gone your tears they dry
I’ll dry my eyes and say goodbye

The family gathers they say their prayer
God doesn’t listen it isn’t fair
Let go of it now let go your life
You’ve done your best you mother and wife

Two years ago that dreadful test
That found the lump in your right breast
They cut it off they take it all
Then there’s the chemo your hair it fall’s

Your husband stands there by your side
How many tears has he silently cried
He holds your hand like the day you wed
Now he will sleep in an empty bed

I think of you still you brighten my day
I think of the things that you wanted to say
Those talks in the kitchen over a coffee or tea
How You took the time to talk to me

We shared some laugh’s I was there when you cried
I’ve shed some tears I was there when you died
I count myself lucky one of the privileged few
I was touched by an angel that angel was you
Comment by spook on October 16, 2008 at 8:36am
The Light In Her Eyes

She was always so happy and quick with a smile
She lived next door and had been there a while

Her name it was Paula , no brother as rival
They came in a U-haul a night time arrival

The very next day there was a knock at my door
I opened to find a girl crying on the floor

She’d locked herself out and had nowhere to go
I invited her in cause I wanted to know

Where is your mother at this time of day
Down at the pub I heard her say

So we talked for a while the time went fast
We heard a car door slam she was home at last

Her clear blue eyes they welled up with tears
I told her it was alright there was nothing to fear

I walked her over and she went inside
There was the sound of raised voices and then she cried

That night in my bed as I turned out the light
Was there something I could say to make it all right

Two weeks went passed without a trace
Then over the fence popped her cute little face

Hi my name is Paula she quietly said
And my name is Derek and I’m glad that we met

She grew real fast and was always polite
A teenager now who knew all her rights

I came home from work I knew right away
Her dad kissed a shotgun and blew himself away

She was never the same and we barely talked
But she was never real far from my prayers and thoughts

A downward spiral now a troubled youth
Tattoos and drinking and substance abuse

Who could I tell my fears they were real
This poor little girl the pain she must feel

In her darkest of hours her family weren’t there
Nobody would hear nobody would care

The police found her body her clothes were all torn
She was beaten to death her innocence gone

I could of done more but I chose to stand by
Forever is lost the light in her eyes
Comment by questionauthority on October 11, 2008 at 6:30am
i am so damb bad at computers,, i typed in poem on wrong thing and could not even get it to space right instead of puting all tgether like a paragraph.,so i went in and put comas all thru,, its called yesterdays trash,, hope you like it,,, i love all your artwork and beautiful fucking words... thanks for sharing
Comment by spook on October 4, 2008 at 7:10am

Comment by spook on October 4, 2008 at 7:09am
ok back to my latest photoshop artworks , in fact I put it together today in about 15 minutes so it's a rush job for me .
Comment by spook on October 2, 2008 at 9:53pm

Comment by spook on October 2, 2008 at 9:52pm

Comment by spook on October 2, 2008 at 9:52pm

 

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