hey this is awesome! you guys have a whole board for creative writing!!! Well, I am a writer (have been since I was about 12 or 13) and have been published a few times and won a few crappy awards... have a look if you like 
A song I wrote of Autumn
--
I wrote a song just yesterday;
Moved by the time of year,
The words they set the president;
But nothing's what it seems,
For I wrote a song just yesterday;
About the falling leaves.
Spring is not as much as those;
Mark it up to be,
With a stiring in the budding trees-
And flowers start to grow,
Spring tends to be too happy;
For my longing to repose.
When winter winds are blowing;
And outside it's bitter cold,
The weather bites your fingers,
And it tends to freeze your toes-
I'll think about the autumn;
Before the coming of the snow.
Summers always sultry and-
I just don't like the heat,
I must admit the haze is nice;
Upon the dusk-light street,
But Summer's colors aren't as bright-
As Autumn's tend to be.
Each Season Passed
--
Each season passing- passing by,
Each year with quickened pace,
I long so daily for the sky,
To show what once was; now erased,
Each year with quickened pace,
I close my tired eyes,
And pray so daily for the face,
Of peace to- down upon us- shine,
I long so daily for the sky
The sky to once turn dark as night
And never show what it can hide
From those who aren’t upholding right,
To show what once was; now erased,
To give what all would think to take,
Is all I ask each season passed,
To give us bread for all our days.
An Observation Essay
--
As autumn came I walked my horse down to the Providence Hospital field- I let him free, while I laid on my back in a crunchy and sweet smelling bed of golden grass which had not yet been hayed that one last time before the snow came to blanket the earth until spring. I stared up at the sky in silent repose, letting my mind wander- just like my horse wandered freely, here sometimes, and then over there- munching away in rhythmic content somewhat less than the peaceful rapture deeply imbedded within that introverted moment which I will never forget- at that moment the world was gone, it was just me- lying there in the brisk autumn air- warmed by the lazy after sunshine on the hillside across from the river, next to the field.
The Broken Silent Strength
--
And no one knows
This silent strength,
Which slowly grows
Until it breaks,
And then they see
How weak is he;
And forgive his mistakes.
Jonas
--
'Twas in the fall our guest arrived;
My wife and I to see,
A man we found- standing outside-
Beneath the mournful autumn sky;
Entreating board from thee.
'Twas dressed in rags; the soul I found-
And drenched in lonely pain!
'Twas bathed in sadness all around;
A man who's soul had long been down-
My heart was moved to fain.
I let him in and gave him clothes;
My wife prepared a meal-
For reasons I did not yet know-
My heart began this man to loath;
And danger felt so real!
I beckoned him; "Tell me thy name?"-
"'Tis Jonas." He replied.
"Well then, if 'Jonas' be thy name,
"Where is the place from which you came?"-
"From here and there…" he sighed.
That night my heart was ill-at-ease;
For this stranger in my home.
My wife had calmly begged me "please!
"Let him stay- for just one eve."
It chilled me to the bone.
And rightly so, for in the 'morn
We never did arise!
Our lives were taken in the night-
As dark had taken place of light.
And for ones good deed- evil had arrived.
Secrets
--
Not that I care
This secret laid
Within my very hand,
So long I've craved
To have it there
But now I understand,
The reason why my heart said,
"No, you must leave it alone!"
Like sharpened blades
This secret cuts- not that I cared to know!
To Lose and Gain
--
My happiness did die today
'Twas buried in my yard,
In fields of gold it wished to lay
In fields of wild flow'r,
This happiness (or so it seemed)
Wasn't happy at all,
For it fell between the ripping seams
Of sorrows lovely call.
While Others Die
--
A book I've read, by one young girl
Of troubled life indeed!
Of death she wrote
And pain and war,
Of hunger, cold and need!
It makes me sick to know that I
Sit here so warm and well,
While others die and suffer fire
In Satan's earthly hell.
Before the Sunrise
--
Upon the swinging bench I sit,
Before the sun does rise,
Beneath the silent hemlock limbs,
Beneath the waking sky,
A chilling bite upon the breeze,
Does like the waters flow,
Throughout the land of light so dim,
And sounds I do not know,
And all the heavens have to show,
Are stars that slowly fade,
Just as the misty sun does rise,
To start another day.
A song I wrote of Autumn
--
I wrote a song just yesterday;
Moved by the time of year,
The words they set the president;
But nothing's what it seems,
For I wrote a song just yesterday;
About the falling leaves.
Spring is not as much as those;
Mark it up to be,
With a stiring in the budding trees-
And flowers start to grow,
Spring tends to be too happy;
For my longing to repose.
When winter winds are blowing;
And outside it's bitter cold,
The weather bites your fingers,
And it tends to freeze your toes-
I'll think about the autumn;
Before the coming of the snow.
Summers always sultry and-
I just don't like the heat,
I must admit the haze is nice;
Upon the dusk-light street,
But Summer's colors aren't as bright-
As Autumn's tend to be.
Each Season Passed
--
Each season passing- passing by,
Each year with quickened pace,
I long so daily for the sky,
To show what once was; now erased,
Each year with quickened pace,
I close my tired eyes,
And pray so daily for the face,
Of peace to- down upon us- shine,
I long so daily for the sky
The sky to once turn dark as night
And never show what it can hide
From those who aren’t upholding right,
To show what once was; now erased,
To give what all would think to take,
Is all I ask each season passed,
To give us bread for all our days.
An Observation Essay
--
As autumn came I walked my horse down to the Providence Hospital field- I let him free, while I laid on my back in a crunchy and sweet smelling bed of golden grass which had not yet been hayed that one last time before the snow came to blanket the earth until spring. I stared up at the sky in silent repose, letting my mind wander- just like my horse wandered freely, here sometimes, and then over there- munching away in rhythmic content somewhat less than the peaceful rapture deeply imbedded within that introverted moment which I will never forget- at that moment the world was gone, it was just me- lying there in the brisk autumn air- warmed by the lazy after sunshine on the hillside across from the river, next to the field.
The Broken Silent Strength
--
And no one knows
This silent strength,
Which slowly grows
Until it breaks,
And then they see
How weak is he;
And forgive his mistakes.
Jonas
--
'Twas in the fall our guest arrived;
My wife and I to see,
A man we found- standing outside-
Beneath the mournful autumn sky;
Entreating board from thee.
'Twas dressed in rags; the soul I found-
And drenched in lonely pain!
'Twas bathed in sadness all around;
A man who's soul had long been down-
My heart was moved to fain.
I let him in and gave him clothes;
My wife prepared a meal-
For reasons I did not yet know-
My heart began this man to loath;
And danger felt so real!
I beckoned him; "Tell me thy name?"-
"'Tis Jonas." He replied.
"Well then, if 'Jonas' be thy name,
"Where is the place from which you came?"-
"From here and there…" he sighed.
That night my heart was ill-at-ease;
For this stranger in my home.
My wife had calmly begged me "please!
"Let him stay- for just one eve."
It chilled me to the bone.
And rightly so, for in the 'morn
We never did arise!
Our lives were taken in the night-
As dark had taken place of light.
And for ones good deed- evil had arrived.
Secrets
--
Not that I care
This secret laid
Within my very hand,
So long I've craved
To have it there
But now I understand,
The reason why my heart said,
"No, you must leave it alone!"
Like sharpened blades
This secret cuts- not that I cared to know!
To Lose and Gain
--
My happiness did die today
'Twas buried in my yard,
In fields of gold it wished to lay
In fields of wild flow'r,
This happiness (or so it seemed)
Wasn't happy at all,
For it fell between the ripping seams
Of sorrows lovely call.
While Others Die
--
A book I've read, by one young girl
Of troubled life indeed!
Of death she wrote
And pain and war,
Of hunger, cold and need!
It makes me sick to know that I
Sit here so warm and well,
While others die and suffer fire
In Satan's earthly hell.
Before the Sunrise
--
Upon the swinging bench I sit,
Before the sun does rise,
Beneath the silent hemlock limbs,
Beneath the waking sky,
A chilling bite upon the breeze,
Does like the waters flow,
Throughout the land of light so dim,
And sounds I do not know,
And all the heavens have to show,
Are stars that slowly fade,
Just as the misty sun does rise,
To start another day.
