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if i were a poet, secrets would spill from deep within me, coating the page like the blanket of night. my words would shine like glistening stars, and my audience would wish upon my metaphors. but alas, i am not a poet and these are just ordinary words... - Poetry > Haiku
- Nonfiction > Personal ExperienceSometimes I walk out into the wood, to fill my senses with the beauty of nature. I breathe in the smell of the ancient oak trees as my feet glide on the cool earth. I let my hand run down the nooks and crannies of their forbidden trunks as I climb up to the top and pretend I am queen of the realm of...
- Poetry > Free VerseOh, how I envy the carfree life of a sparrow. Whose best friend is the wind that echoes beneath his wings. Who knows not hate, nor lies, nor heart break. Whose sole purpose in life is to be. Just, to be. And whenever things don't go his way, all he must do, is spread...
- Poetry > Free VerseTo the world, I am none. My existence is such that it makes absolutely no difference in the grand scheme of things. I am nothing at all. I have no purpose, no reason for being. But do any of us, really? We're living in a world of forgotten memories. Each day that passes is anothe...
- Poetry > Free VerseThe clouds are his palace, the sky, his kingdom. The sun is his subject, but he can't see the light. The Earth is his council, the Heavens, his truth. The universe, his wings but he can't take flight. The night is his bedroom, the moon, his bed. The stars are his dreams, but...
- Poetry > Free VerseI was faceless. A blank page, worth nothing. A mere sillhouette, living in a world of color. Whose name, not even I knew. I was nothing greater than a coarse grain, lost in the deserts of time. The sandstorm carried me where it liked; I had no say. I was nothing. Not even a...
- Poetry > HaikuI watch you take in the words that I say. You hear, but you don't listen....
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- Poetry > HaikuAfter all of this, will we still be standing here, as the flames flicker? Will we still be here, wishing on burning bridges that illume our pain?...
- Poetry > HaikuToday, I threw all of your pictures and letters into the fire. I watched them burn to nothing more than the ashes of our yesterdays. Then the morning breeze blew the ashes far away, bringing a new dawn....
- Reviews > Movie ReviewsFans have been eagerly awaiting the arrival of the first part of the ending of the epic series. Ever since Warner Brothers moved the premiere date from July 2010 to November 19, 2010, fans have been anticipating the movie more than ever. And, needless to say, the majority were not disappointed by th...
- Poetry > Free VerseI was just a bystander. It wasn't me who noticed the pale, gawky boy walking down the hall with his pants too high, his hair too neat. I was just a bystander. It wasn't me who shoved him against the washed-out locker so hard that his nose began to bleed, gushing all ...
- Poetry > Free VerseWhy is it so hard to please the mirror? A cold peice of glass, Staring me down, Judging me for my clothes, My hair, my legs, my nose A flat, cold surface Seeing only my surface But I'm more than that. Yet I need to please the mirror; Designer clothes, big shades Skipping breakfas...
- Poetry > LimerickI told you not to go that night; I told you to stay home. I should've put up a harder fight; I shouldn't've let you go. You knew they liked to party hard; you knew what they do. But I guess, at that time, it didn't matter to you. You'd always had good judgement; tha...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionFingers tap on every item in reach. The ticking of the clock seems to grow louder as the seconds progress. Tapping feet begin to prickle as they slowly fall asleep, and one can feel the hairs atop their head sprouting new roots and growing longer. Cross, then uncross the legs; neither position is co...
- Fiction > Fan FictionHer musical laughter filled the air as she spun around, breathing in the wonderful landscape. Her emerald eyes darted back and forth, taking in every last detail. When they found their way to me, my heart skipped a beat. Her hair, the color of fire, danced in the wind as she ran into my arms. “...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionWanna hear a joke? This one’s been going around my school for a while now, and it still hasn’t worn out. Everyone else laughs at the story, I’m sure you will too. It goes something like this: Once upon a time there was a girl. Brown mousy hair, pale blue eyes--you know the type. The shy gir...
