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Raised in the wildneress of Borneo by wild yaks, Sarah Terzo entered civilization after being found by two Hari Krishnas on sabbatical. After a lenghty stay at Bellvue Mental Hospital, she moved to New Jersey where she keeps busy collecting ceramic chinchillas,

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Struggle: 4 of 215
At five, my fingers dancedover yellowed keys.There I escaped my father's snarlsthe voices hissing in my head(what the hell is wrong with you now?)I savored the soundsthe notes curlingmelody unfurlinglike black-petaled rosesreaching for idealistic suns.(my daytime silence echoed by a choir of thousands)As pale candles driponto... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Success: 1 of 33
Birds the smell of grass, my dog's disgruntled whimper The impatient click click of his claws on the hard kennel floor. The mailbox gapes open the paper in my shaking hand. The single word leaps out at me Like lightning, like ice water like a bullet to my twelve-year-old brain. In one word every birthday cake every Christm... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life & death: 1 of 29
"Rush Hour" The amber glare of the street lamps reflected off the shiny police tape set up to protect the scene from the wandering curious. The bright flares so carefully placed by policemen were indifferent to the man who lay, one hand on yellow lines, still now, as the twisted taxi smoked and filled the heavy ai... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The muse: 4 of 55
Dark days in my dusty studiomy vision cobweb-choked,rank reek of smoke.Amber leaking bottles tippedon the stained thin rug.I could drownin these broken dreamsthis chaos-ridden lifethese stained memoriesthat slouch in corners likerat's shadows.But when I touch canvasshe is therefiery red and phoenix wildHer form, like flamesca... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Insomnia: 12 of 164
Bottles tipped on the stained rug While sleep's kiss lingers out of reach Hollow glasses, ringed with whisky Discarded here and there, they preach Excess, wanton waste and ruin. The moon that touches windows like a lover The moon, my sister yellow lights my sin. Pale shadow of the sun's fierce glory Waxes and wanes, incons... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Desire: 27 of 361
FireworksAbove the pool, confetti skySparks dart left and rightI feel his handsLift me highWith red and blue aboveHis touch intoxicates.Cool water presses inAs the sky shakes,Hands-explosions danceThrough bodysky More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Grief: 9 of 120
I rememberFrench fries in all night dinersbefore the blank spacein my address book.Brightly colored dubbed CDstossed about in your messy carbefore the final tick soundedtime frozen behind your delicate iris.Then- tongue with worm, beetled lipsold earth over new grave.Such lack of soundminute hand stuckfrozen in the space betw... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Fantasy poems for children: 3 of 39
Set out from town at dawn's first light. Come to the fork in the road and take a right. Walk through the woods and make your way towards the sound of water, it'll take a day to reach the bridge where you'll find a troll with warty skin- he'll expect a toll. He's looking for a bit of gold but can be fooled, so I've been... More..
Religion & Spirituality > Christian Beliefs & Culture Is Jesus the only way of salvation?: 2 of 23
Is salvation through Jesus alone? This is a question that many religious people struggle with. There are verses in the Bible that seem to state unequivocally that there is no salvation for atheists, Jews, and others. I remember when I was first told that my non-Christian friends were going to hell. I was in Sunday school. My ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Mythology: 4 of 44
Anubis In the shadows, catlike Bast hands him human hearts letting their red stickiness baptize her hands. Bathed in the blood of mortals, she holds council with the great jackal-headed god as he weighs each soul on a set of golden scales. Somewhat like the ones Zeus held, when, looking down from Olympus He weighed each army... More..