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Insomnia

/ Nancy Ann Creed (poem, poetry, paranormal fiction, science fiction and academic writing.) / Leave a comment
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The night is here, yet here I sit
With eyes that would not close,
And thoughts that wander through my head
And will not let me doze.

My mind is tired, my body tired,
And yet I cannot sleep;
I feel as though I've been on guard
For days without a break.

The worries of the day are gone,
But still I cannot rest;
I feel as though there's something more
That I must do, or else.

I know not what it is, but still
It haunts me to the core;
It keeps me from my bed, and keeps
My mind from wandering o'er.

I'll try to sleep, but I know well
That sleep will not come soon;
I'll try to rest, but I know well
That rest will not be won.

So here I sit, with eyes that would
Not close, and thoughts that wander on,
And I will sit until the dawn
And then I'll try again to sleep.

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Done But Not Forgotten

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The day is done, and the darkness
Falls from the wings of Night,
As a feather is wafted downward
From an eagle in his flight.

I see the lights of the village
Gleam through the rain and the mist,
And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me,
That my soul cannot resist:

A feeling of sadness and longing,
That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
As the mist resembles the rain.

Come, read to me some poem,
Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this restless feeling,
And banish the thoughts of day.

Not from the grand old masters,
Not from the bard's sublime,
Whose distant footsteps echo
Through the corridors of Time.

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Poetry

/ Nancy Ann Creed (poem, poetry, paranormal fiction, science fiction and academic writing.) / Leave a comment

I am working on new ways to promote my writing. I saw this on TikTok and I thought I would try it on one of my own poems. This one is short because I made it for Tiktok but I am making them longer. I try to do 30 minutes for writing sprints and then 8 hours to help people sleep or if they are writing all day.

Life is too short by Nancy Ann Creed (Rambling of My Heart)

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Different

/ Nancy Ann Creed (poem, poetry, paranormal fiction, science fiction and academic writing.) / Leave a comment
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The party's started, and the music's loud,
But I'm not really here, I'm just a crowd.
The laughter's ringing, and the drinks are flowing,
But I'm the one who's left, the one who's going.

I'm not sure why I'm here, or why I came,
I guess I thought I'd fit in, but I don't seem the same.
I'm different, I'm strange, I'm not like them,
I'm the one who's left out, the one who's not invited in.

I watch them all, they're laughing, they're talking,
They're having fun, and I'm just sitting here, watching.
I feel like an outsider, like I don't belong,
I'm the one who's left out, the one who's all alone.

I want to join in, I want to be like them,
But I know I can't, I'm not like them, I'm different.
I'm the one who's left out, the one who's not invited in.

So, I'll just sit here, and I'll watch them all,
And I'll try to smile, and I'll try to pretend,
That I'm not the one who's left out,
That I'm not the one who's all alone.

Calming Sounds

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I am creating a series of calming sounds. I use these to help me focus when I am writing. I might use them in the future for writing sprints but for now I am just making them and putting them on Youtube for others to use for their own reading or writing.

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Inspire Someone!

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You are the light that shines through the darkness,
You are the hope that gives us strength,
You are the courage that keeps us going,
You are the inspiration that makes us better.

So never give up on your dreams,
Never give in to fear,
Never stop believing in yourself,
Because you are the one who can change the world.

So go out there and make a difference,
Show the world what you can do,
Be the inspiration that others need,
And change the world for the better.

Poetry Prompt Wednesday #6

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Poetry Prompt Wednesday

CHOOSE ONE OF YOUR FIVE SENSES. WRITE A POEM THAT FOCUSES ON YOUR CHOSEN SENSE.

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Friend Like a Weed

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I once had a friend,
Whose love was like a weed.
It grew and grew,
And choked the life out of me.

I tried to pull it out,
But it was too strong.
It wrapped its roots around my heart,
And I couldn't breathe.

I finally had to give up,
And walk away.
It was the hardest thing I've ever done,
But it was the only way to survive.

I'm still healing,
But I'm starting to feel like myself again.
I'm learning to love myself,
And I'm finding new friends who love me for who I am.

I'm not saying it's easy,
To walk away from a toxic friend.
But it's worth it,
To save yourself.

You deserve to be happy,
And you deserve to be surrounded by people who love you.
So don't be afraid to let go,
Of the people who are holding you back.

You're worth it.

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True Friendship

/ Nancy Ann Creed (poem, poetry, paranormal fiction, science fiction and academic writing.) / Leave a comment
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If you would know true friendship, look within
Your heart, and see if you can find a friend
Whose faith is strong, whose love is deep and true,
Whose friendship is as firm as rock or tree.

True friendship is not born of shallow moods,
Nor of a passing fancy; it is born
Of deep sincerity, of mutual trust,
And of a love that knows no selfish end.

A true friend is one who will not fail
You in your hour of need, who will not fear
To stand by you, though all the world condemns,
And who will help you bear your cross of pain.

A true friend is one who will not boast
Of his own virtues, but will rather seek
To hide his faults, and to magnify yours.
Who will not try to make you feel inferior,
But I will always strive to make you feel superior.

A true friend is one who will never tire
Of helping you, of encouraging you,
Of lifting you up when you are down,
And of cheering you on when you are discouraged.

A true friend is one who will never leave
You, no matter what happens, who will always
Be there for you, through thick and thin,
Through joy and sorrow, through sunshine and rain.

If you have found such a friend, be grateful.
And cherish him as the greatest gift of life.

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How Long?

/ Nancy Ann Creed (poem, poetry, paranormal fiction, science fiction and academic writing.) / Leave a comment
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How long should we wait for our friends,
To come back to us?
Should we wait a year or a day,
Or a moment or less?

If they are true friends, they will come,
No matter how long we wait.
But if they are false friends, they will not come,
Not even if we wait a day.

So let us wait for our friends,
And I hope that they are true.
And if they do not come, then we must know
That they were not true friends to us.

But we must never give up hope,
For there are true friends in the world.
And if we wait long enough,
They will come to us.

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