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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    We live two lives - yours and mine. Never weaving, But always so close- like two parallel lines that touch only in dreams. In worlds that cannot be real cause they don't follow the rules. So on and on it will go, barely space in-between. Cause we're parallel lines... and ...
  • Fiction > Romance
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    I’ll never forget the day we stood on that subway. I wondered what the world thought as we passed it by. The subway filled with people, all in the right place. Business men sending out emails on a smart phone, college kids chatting away, old women tugging grocery carts, tourists - even they seemed...
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    I am the eternally penultimate one. Zealous for life. Ramparts of fear fortress my soul, I am the hidden one. I am the showman, My heart the shrapnel For another man's mirth. Sobriquet: Lous. I am a submarine, or at least I'm subnormal. I am submersed in a subfamily subdued. I am the...
  • Hot Topics > What Matters
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    I loathe photo’s and mirrors, they all share one common charteristic: the ability to snap my dreams across the knee and sling them to the ground. Each time I look into a mirror or picture, my monstrous features pop out in impossible ways. My dreams shatter, as I realize how unrealistic they really...
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    Theres a me that lives in the woods next door, A Me I wish I was. She a girl who sings and a girl who laughs, and a girl that everyone loves. Sometimes as the day grows dim, I run to her and state, that everything would be but bliss, if her I could mitate. She speaks five tongue...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    Cut one: I lay the scissors back down on my dresser and gazed proudly upon my bleeding hand. One slice and I had officially entered the realm of “teenage-hood.” I had always been different, throughout childhood. Here I was, thirteen now, and I finally felt right. Like so many other frustrated t...

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