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It's just so peculiar How I see my same brown eyes Whenever I look at you Maybe I'm a rose and you're a tulip The same bees come buzz and titter Around our separate gardens In the backyard A tree grows Strong bark, gentle leaves Eventually, the sun sets Somehow, our tr... - Poetry > Free VersePlink. I hit the key. The beginning. Just what I need. I hit a few more keys As my melody begins The clock ticking My heart beating I feel this. I toy with a couple chords Like a scientist, Playing with his chemicals Searching, searching for that perfect reaction I play faster and...
- Poetry > Free VerseThe walls and floor are gray. It is almost late-9:30 PM. Other campers are watching The Sandlot But he says he needs to talk. He says to me: “When I look into your eyes, I see...nothing.” His face appears so kind, Staring back at me are his two blue oceans. My heartbeat ceases, I am...
- Poetry > Free VerseThe shell must crack open. Stapled shut by a shattered soul Nails pierce through the exterior Black duct tape hides battered bruises. The shell must crack open. The hard outside is streaked with red war paint Bloody battles have been here. Perhaps the wounds will never heal. The shell mu...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionLaura was laying in her bed. It was ten AM, making it seventeen days and fourteen hours since Rick had left. Left her alone in her bedroom, her apartment, alone in New York City. It wasn't like she was a little girl, abandoned. She was twenty years old. She had a steady job and knew how to ...
- Poetry > Free VerseIt all started far too long ago. A rose is clipped, for evil pleasure. The bright red slowly darkens into morbid darkness. The rose is dry, the petals crumble and fall. The rose sprouted new leaves before its death. A stronger one grew into a full flower. She grew a large bush Only for the ...
- Hot Topics > HealthSummer I am so happy, so carefree. I laugh and love. The sun is bright and positive. It coats my skin with a layer of bronze. All my friends are around me. This time is perfect. There are no deadlines, no stressors, just fun times I will remember forever. Blast up the music and get me some sunscree...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionStella awoke at 6:00 A.M. She groaned and turned off her alarm. She laid in bed, thinking for a moment. Maybe today will be a good day. She got out of bed and stumbled into the shower. The water ran down Stella's back, stinging the scars on her vertabrae. She gasped from the pain and flinched. ...
- Fiction > RomanceSaidah and Nathan went to the field of poppies. The flowers were bright red, winking at the two young adults.The air swirled around them, waiting, watching, wishing. Her blonde wavy hair flowed down her back, like a sweet river, so desirable, but if you stepped in, you'd get all muddy and stick...
- Poetry > SonnetYou are the fire that keeps me warm at night The everlasting flame that makes me strong You're the scarlet light that lights up my life The element, the bright florescent song. You are the water that will hydrate me. The hydrogen and oxygen I need. Your endless boundaries keep my mind cl...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionI thought I would be okay. After two weeks of grief counseling, a funeral, flowers, and eating nothing but what the neighbors brought over, I thought I could make it through a day of school. Guess I was wrong. Biology, fourth period. We were studying genetics. Man plus woman equals offspring with...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionI sit on the kitchen floor, bottle in hand. This bottle will take me away, out of this world, to somewhere better. A place where the bad is distorted and the good is enhanced. The bottle feels so heavy. Full of liquid, a liquid that keeps me from going crazy. Sometimes it burns a little bit going do...
- Poetry > Free VerseSee it. A person wrapped in the fetal position Door slightly creaked, a small hope Pale skin and sad eyes A single tear falls. Hear it. It speaks a quiet “Hello?” A voice so small, nearly miniscule Others hear And hear nothing. Touch it. It feels like titanium, so hard and cold C...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionTaylor Anne His silence, his silence, his silence. His silence is all I can think about. Somehow I never knew. I saw him every day, his thin, tall frame. His sad eyes, bright blue with this sense of darkness. I saw him every day and thought nothing of it. I didn't know him. I friended him on...
- Poetry > Free VerseWhere did you go? I see you But I don't know where you are. There's nothing left of you. I can no longer feel What you used to be. What happened to your sense of humor? The fun and the movie quotes? Why is it I can no longer bear to look at you? Don't let this take you ...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionMarianna was in the choir room. It had a few small practice rooms, beige walls, and a small office for the director. The floor was leveled into rows and filled with many chairs, in a set up found in most choir rooms. It was plain, maybe even dingy, but Marianna found it beautiful. The director&...
