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  • Poetry > Limerick
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    She marked her eyes with beautiful. Painted grace upon her hands. Wore winsome words on top her tongue. Adorned her head with golden strands. Love was fastened 'round her neck. Brick walls built 'round her heart. Bitter sweets still stained her smile. Her life, a dying work of art...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    She looks in the mirror and she doesn't see something beautiful. She doesn't see anything remarkable in her face, nothing commanding in her stance, nothing compelling in her eyes. She sees no blank canvas, no work of art, just the first draft of an under-developed idea, a "trial run&q...
  • Nonfiction > Memoir
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    I once thought I would not leave a single stone unturned- a single question unasked- but I have learned that I would. I would hold my breath and never breathe again in order to keep myself from uttering one more world that could ever break a heart. I would shut my own heart away from a world tha...
  • Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
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    I remember the first time I saw her. There was something desperately wicked about the way she held herself- like a bomb waiting to explode. She had a way of looking a person dead in the eye that made grown men avert their gaze. She was fearless, a hurricane of a woman, and I hated her for that. She ...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    She had given up trying to write stories; her inability to even tell one had frightened away even her most far-fetched of hopes. Her own story consisted of monotony. He was her plot; he was her heart; he made her happy, and then that was the end. Outside of that shallow framework, she contented hers...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I am sinking and you beg to drown with me. But I won't let you. You are far too beautiful for this type of fate. You are one meant for internal strangulation amidst external admiration. And I am sinking. And you beg to drown. To go down. Down. Down. But you're far too beautiful to ...
  • Poetry > Limerick
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    If my roof caved in and my walls fell down, If my kingdom collapsed and someone had stolen my crown, I'd still smile for tomorrow and laugh out loud, Because of the love in my heart which in you I have found....
  • Poetry > Limerick
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    If it would make you happy, I'd fingerpaint the skies, With every single reason, Why I'll love you all my life. And if I were a princess, I'd abdicate my throne, If it would make you happy, And, with you, I'd build our home. And if you needed silence, I'd sit an...
  • Poetry > Limerick
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    I don't believe in pretty poems For pretty verses lie Love is more than the pretty words The best of lovers write I don't believe in pretty poems They're merely works of art Let poets spin their painless stories I'd rather spill my heart I don't believe in pretty...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    What caught your eye? -Provoked you to notice this skeleton cloaked in casual appeal? Did your collection of glass figurines need the color? -Sun glinting off my rust-colored hair, catching and reflecting like a thousand mirrors caught fire? Better yet, Will I be left like the others -collecting ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    You are a walking adrenaline rush. I drink in your presence and am invigorated.... intoxicated. I become intrepid- INVINCIBLE. You are a consistent inspiration, Provoking midnight explorations... Pressing boundaries; crossing borders, You expose me to freedom... And teach me not to fear. You ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Oh baby, this is beautiful The only price, just your soul The magazines, they'll sell your face The media, they'll sell your name But baby, you'll love them anyway You'll be head over heels. Don't worry, it will be easy to see Once you're a "celebrity"...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I am sinking and you beg to drown with me. But I won't let you. You're far too beautiful for this type of fate. You are one meant for internal strangulation amidst external admiration. And I am sinking. And you beg to drown. To go down. Down. Down. But you're far too beautiful ...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
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    I sat down to write a love story, One I could call all mine. So, I put my pen to paper, To put my heart out on the line. I knew the cast and plot line, But not how to begin. My story would not be pretty, Or have a happy end. What words could work the magic, I was desperate to conve...
  • Opinion > Love / Relationships
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    I used to think of how my life would be without love. I pictured myself focused- driven with nothing to stop me from taking the world by storm. I had a dream of seeing myself succeed and never allowing anything to keep me from doing just that. I had the journey all mapped out; I just needed to put o...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    A sky of collision Filled with smoke colored black. No one has the chance To stop and look back. Countless people are crying Panicked; in haste. Screams can be heard Amongst all the waste. Buildings and bodies Tinged by the tears. A fraction of a second Confirmed the world's fears. ...
  • Nonfiction > All Nonfiction
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    Tonight I write not of Aristotle, or of Whitman, or of even my true love. Tonight I write not of wedding plans, or family tensions, or lack of creativity. Tonight I write because it is what I do. I write without purpose, or intention, or direction, or agenda. I simply write. I write not of song bird...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Poetry is Sex ... it is Ecstasy Makes you want to speak through me Bulletproofs me. Poetry is Complex ... it is Simplicity And means nothing. No, these words aren't for the birds They ARE me....
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    We were uncensored- unhindered Don't pretend you don't remember Two cliffhangers- caught at a crossroads You felt like you were falling And God, I just wanted to fly We could fall together Or fall apart And falling together just felt SO good... Two workings of a master craftsmen ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I want to write a book about fragments- unfinished sentences, dependent clauses. Incorrect punctuation. I- would like to mess with the mind, manipulate,self-destruct, and create a masterpiece made up of nothing but myself. Tell the story behind the faded pictures in the tarnished picture frames- fin...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    they tell us beauty is this and that your left is just right or imperfect parts make up a perfect whole like beauty is something universal universal like the color red should I wear red to be beautiful? or will you read it in my neckline? -the structure of my hands? -smoothness of my skin?...
  • Fiction > Historical Fiction
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    It occurred to me one day as I sat watching a rainstorm how my life had changed in my time at Walden. Distancing myself from all distractions, I forsook society and sought solitude. I came to befriend beauty as I learned to embrace nature for what it was rather than what I could make of it. But is n...
  • Reviews > Book Reviews
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    It’s fairly easy to conjure up a list of people between which it is unlikely that love will unfold. For instance, a romance between an animal lover and someone who works for a company that tests drugs on animals seems a bit improbable. A relationship between Omar al-Bashir, the infamous president ...
  • Hot Topics > What Matters
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    What is writing? What does it mean to have a point of view, even more so, one that others look to and consider allowing it even to shape their own perceptions? What is a word? What weight, what influence does a mere combination of letters from the English alphabet actually have? What is life witho...
  • Nonfiction > All Nonfiction
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    I find myself thinking in intervals lately. It is no longer a path of endless days before me, but they have been grouped into sevens, and fourteens, and occasionally twenty-ones. I count the days until he returns, the hours until I can hear his voice, the seconds until I can see his face once more. ...

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