The Writer's Terrace (formerly known as The Written Word) is a haven for writers to come and share the expression of their hearts in our little "terraced garden" of women and friends. We don't have deadlines or assignments, just the opportunity to share the things we write.
We would love to have you join us and share your writing. Feel free to speak and write from the heart in whatever form you desire, but please no offensive language. Stories, poetry, free-write, letters, whimsical - anything that takes your fancy.
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Thursday, August 27, 2009
Deadly Caution in the Rain by Lindamay
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Twilight Zone of Life by Marianne
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Forever Twilight by Stina
casts a magic glow
Enveloped in the promise
a new hope for tomorrow -
a silent interlude
Entwined between two lovers
beneath the still new moon -
while his own does no more
As their souls eclipse the moment
forever they live for -
his touch as cold as ice
As together they surpass the breaking dawn
in love's gentlest lullaby's.
28th July 2009
Time to Say Goodbye by Linda
Monday, June 22, 2009
Time Spent Reminiscing by Linda
From my Window by Linda
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Pensive on Mothers Day by Linda
Monday, May 4, 2009
Mother Nature's Painting by Tootypup
Mists of Autumn by Linda
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Nightmare in Whitechapel by Christina
Leaving others in a flap
I close my eyes all else will keep
Till I have woken from my sleep
Before I could even stop and think
I find myself in a place
So unfamiliar, like outer space
No modern cons in any form
Instead an alley cold and dark
With rats and things and dogs that bark
I stop and take a look around
A scream that chills me to the bone
Like nothing I have ever known
And all at once I'm filled with fear
When suddenly we're face to face
And I didn't even bring my mace!
I dare not even recognise
Blood was dripping from this man
And the knife he held within his hand
So sure that I would meet my death
But then Big Ben resounds his gong
And my looming captor is at once gone
I don't know if I like this place
As I huddle on the cobblestones
Wishing I was safe at home
This dream will then transport me back
Away from here so cold and dark
A chapter of a history past
All those I miss now that they're gone
When suddenly I wake up to
The things I love and smell of food.
Love by Christina
on the radio
That used to tell us what we needed
so many years ago
it hasn't changed a thing
What we needed then we still need now
more than anything!
such terror, hate and fear
The grim statistics on the news
they worsen every year
the echo of those words
For peace and love to bring a hope
is not so absurd.
has always been the same
A promise sought for every year
I guess some things never change -
but yet we refuse to see
While what the world needs is love
that is should start with me.
Independent by Genta (Promise for the New Year)
Independent
Adjective with several different definitions
Choosing one to identify with
Free from the influence, guidance, or control of another or others; self-reliant
Trying to start the New Year with a new attitude
Looking for that individual who has the same desire and drive
Realizing that I need to let go of the hurt and pain
Believing in myself to be who I am not who I was
Setting goals that I know I can reach
Knowing the love that I seek is inside of me
Praying for people in my life to advise me and not to control
Wanting to be dependant on no one
Believing I can step out on that limb
Making things work for me
Rarely asking for assistance
Building a future that is made for me
Surrounding myself with those who look out for me
Knowing that I have a circle of people I look out for
Hoping they truly understand what that means
Everyone wanting to fit a definition that is not them
Independent lady knowing when to change the game
© Genta