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• Poetry > Free Verse
  The Politician

  

  By CruxClaire, Park Ridge, IL

  He comes and goes leaving tightly clenched fists and picket signs in his wake Change is in his footsteps a change that rattles with the echo of one (million) shouting voices and a gun's report His eyes speak of Time lost and returned He has come to save the world....
• Opinion > Spirituality / Religion
  Just another untrustworthy atheist

  

  By CruxClaire, Park Ridge, IL

  It’s a normal weekday afternoon. I’m kicking back in the computer chair, relaxing after a long day at school. I open up my amazingly speedy internet browser (Firefox, of course) and initiate my daily visit to Facebook. I glance at my news feed long enough to notice someone’s reposted chain mes...
• Poetry > All Poetry
  He Never Came Back Down

  

  By CruxClaire, Las Vegas, NV

  a man who always had his head in the clouds walked down the Street one day thinking of Dreams of great grandeur for himself I Shall Rule Many People Someday And I Will Improve The World he decided as he crossed at a busy Intersection. but he did not look Both Ways b...
• Opinion > Points of View
  Fear Kills

  

  By CruxClaire, Las Vegas, NV

  Ah, fear. It takes most everyone not a minute to recall some instance where he or she felt that horrible, subconscious feeling of dread that all too often manifests itself within our thoughts, words, actions, and impulses. Who doesn’t remember even their earliest fears: the dark, the monsters in t...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Perspective Skies

  

  By CruxClaire, Las Vegas, NV

  In those days, my disposition was most often one of great melancholy; on those long, tedious days of the summer, I sought a meaning and a purpose for myself, and despite my continual searchings, found none. “What is life,” I murmured to myself one day, “if it has but one inevitable ending: d...