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- Author Interviews
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- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Personal Experience
- Travel & Culture
- Current Events / Politics
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
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What the Pages Make Of . . .
I am what the pages make of me,
Byproduct of words, whispers carried across the winds,
Saplings rising from the ground and tulips dying with the fall,
Nature taking a breath and then releasing it again,
I have an addiction.
I am ink-stained, steady trails drying through my home,
Darkness coats my fingertips but I don’t bring myself to listen,
Reason quotes at me from all sides, I take my own,
Decisions come easily as they are resolved by others, my duty done in the reading of each sacred poem,
I have a sickness.
I am looking for a partner, in this school I know no one,
Arson myself with the company of protagonists, women in my same situation,
Heart thumping in my chests warms and breaks within hours of each other, once a day, at least,
Love passes me by, but for brief moments I own it, between my two hands it resides,
I have a problem.
I am content with the life I lead, happy in opening the door to an empty apartment,
Imperative, is what the others call it, imperative that I don’t continue on this way,
They do not offer help and without it I will never stop, life will roll on the way it is if you call this a life,
Home, paper-bound stories because it is easier that way, easier to pretend that I am fine,
I need a solution.
Be my solution.