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- Poetry > Free VerseBy Erin H., Carrollton, TXIn every perfect city are perfect little streets and on these perfect streets are perfect little houses constructed with perfect little frames and perfect little shapes. Inside every perfect house lives a perfect little family with a mom and a dad along with little sue and...
- Poetry > Free VerseBy Erin H., Carrollton, TXThe wide gap of space next to me reminds me that you’re no longer here. I roll over, remembering. I pretend you’re next to me, like you once were. Your finger tips grazing the edges of my lips. Your pale blue eyes searching mine, looking for things that even I didn’t know. A piece hai...
- Nonfiction > MemoirBy Erin H., Carrollton, TXI am strong. I can be strong. I have to be strong. I don’t care what people think. I walk with ease, pushing judgements to the far edges of my mind. They’re unable to scratch my surface. I put up the cool walls of collectiveness, of togetherness. I am not a twig, nor close to skinny at all. But ...
- Poetry > Free VerseBy Erin H., Carrollton, TXI wanted to freeze this moment, just for a second. Hold on to it, savor it for all that it’s worth. I can feel it passing, that it’s about to be gone before I even realize it. My finger tips are just about to graze this space in time so it’s mine forever. Then, I blinked....
- Poetry > Free VerseBy Erin H., Carrollton, TXI woke up, thrashing around in the darkness. My arm flailed everywhere, searching for a blanket or something of protection. I heard a loud noise escape from my mouth but it did not register that it was coming from me. Screams of fear. Screams of terror. I felt afraid and I felt alone. My...
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Guide > College EssaysBy Erin H., Carrollton, TXNo, true courage doesn’t alway require you to put something of high importance at risk. Jumping out of an airplane is not courageous because you are risking your life, but it is foolish. My own definition of true courage is being able to overcome internal battles and struggles, no matter how fearf... - Nonfiction > MemoirBy Erin H., Carrollton, TX"We have one more gift, something special for you," my grandma said while she handed me a generic Christmas bag. I nervously laughed while trying to avoid eye contact. I timidly reached in the bag and my hand grazed something soft. I try not to glance down, prolonging my anxious family...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionBy Erin H., Carrollton, TXHer eyes slowly drift to the bottom drawer while she contemplates her options. Flashes of sharp metal fluttered across her eyelids. grinning a sickening smile she reached for the knob to the drawer. there laid her salvation her escape of reality. she held her devilish savior in her hands wond...
- Poetry > All PoetryBy Erin H., Carrollton, TXDo you ever get that feeling? The feeling where you don't want anyone around, you don't want to talk to anyone? Yet you so badly want to speak but have no idea what words to say. Fearing the fact that people won't understand or the moment you do say something it's as if y...
- Poetry > Free VerseBy Erin H., Carrollton, TXDo you ever get that feeling? The feeling where you don't want anyone around, you don't want to talk to anyone? Yet you so badly want to speak but have no idea what words to say. Fearing the fact that people won't understand or the moment you do say something it's as if y...
- Poetry > Free VerseBy Erin H., Carrollton, TXHarsh words and violent blows Hidden secrets nobody knows Eyes are open, hands are fisted Deep inside I’m warped and twisted So many tricks and so many lies Too many whens and too many whys Nobody’s special, nobody’s gifted I’m just me, warped and twisted Sleeping awake and choking o...
- Poetry > All PoetryBy Erin H., Carrollton, TXTears roll down a solemn face And empty bed sheets fill a quiet space Remembering the memories we shared on this floor Creates more emotion than ever before You were high on meth And i naiive The past is the past But it seems I can't leave Why am I stuck On this one moment in time? I shoul...
- Poetry > All PoetryBy Erin H., Carrollton, TXYou lure me in and spit me out, thinking I know nothing about, the way you tease and pull me in, yet I fall for the trick again and again. I listen to your harsh demands, wishing just to hold your hand. I follow through, but where are you? You split and run like a bullet from the gun....
- Poetry > All PoetryBy Erin H., Carrollton, TXIf you could, would you change all the things that caused explicit pain? The things you hid deep inside, now come to surface, breathing and alive. Would you trade the bad for good? But what will happen to the lessons you knew? Are they gone? Out the window like your bleeding hea...
- Poetry > All PoetryBy Erin H., Carrollton, TXThis night, today, We can confess, it's okay. Let our tears leek, For the words we thought we couldn't speak. For, those feelings we can't let go, Confess for each other to know. We thought we were all alone, unaware of the other in our home. Saying words that no one can say,...
- Poetry > All PoetryBy Erin H., Carrollton, TXDemanding desires have no effect Just a pain that's not to deflect Any pain that can occur even now screaming thoughts, pondering how? How can this be of affliction? The works and thoughts of dereliction Break down our reality Shredding all thoughts but actuality In this world PAUSE All yo...
- Poetry > All PoetryBy Erin H., Carrollton, TXI am on the ground impossible to reach up. Look down on me as I look up. I cannot stand it because you're no better. You think you're perfect I think never. They think you're something, to me you're nothing. If you were able to observe yourself from my eyes, that is when you seize to reli...
- Poetry > All PoetryBy Erin H., Carrollton, TXI am on the ground Impossible to reach up Look down on me As I look up I can not stand it Because you’re no better You think you’re perfect I think never They think you are something To me you are nothing If you were to observe yourself From my eyes That is when you would seize to re...
- Poetry > All PoetryBy Erin H., CARROLLTON, TXWhen the music plays We see the blood The world decays In our minds’ flood We see the truth behind the lies We don’t even bother killing the flies How is it that we have to be told That beauty stays and never gets old The music brings us the epiphany To welcome the birds and kiss the ...
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