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• Poetry > Sonnet
  Angel's Wings

  

  By WishfulDoer, Portland, OR

  I only wanted you to hold my hand, Red rover strength with iron-woven seams, Our toes would slowly sink into the sand, Climbing over mountains of hopes and dreams. Nine years was not enough, I needed more time to recognize the pain you disguised. You hid your aches and they left you too sore...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  It's Simple

  

  By WishfulDoer, Portland, OR

  It's Simple, really To be unkind As simple as the Resolution to change your mind When the stinger comes Out and your Empathy goes Blind When Your pride Takes reign and Your gaze turns red And the only thought in Your head, is how To maim them With words Unsaid And T...
• Fiction > Romance
  Answers in the Shadows

  

  By WishfulDoer, Portland, OR

  You walk through the shadowed streets, knowing and yet not knowing where your feet are taking you. You feel the breeze sweeping the papier-mâché leaves into the frostbitten air. You know you should’ve worn your jacket and mittens. Your mother told you to do it, but maybe that’s why you didn’...
• Poetry > Limerick
  Chained To You

  

  By WishfulDoer, Portland, OR

  I’m chained to you, Under lock and key, Still remembering the day, When you said you loved me. Your eyes widen on cue, While I try to hide my snickers, As I ask in a bitter tone, “You thought I was joking, didn’t you?” This torture is no metaphor, As you can plainly see, From...
• Fiction > Romance
  Letters of a Long Lost Lover

  

  By WishfulDoer, Portland, OR

  Dear Colt, It’s been a while. I know I promised to write you after I left; I remember the day and exact words I used, actually. Anyway, um, how are you? I know when you read that last sentence you’ll laugh like you always did when I said ‘um’ in the middle of a sentence. God, I miss you ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  It's A Game

  

  By WishfulDoer, Portland, OR

  I know a lot of people Won’t agree with my views, Won’t agree with my beliefs, Won’t agree with opinions. So I stay quiet, Keep my mouth shut, And blunder through life, Unheard, Unseen, Alone. I get so angry sometimes, When I hear the lies told, I want to scream at the world, ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Was It Worth It?

  

  By WishfulDoer, Portland, OR

  Our country was built on our thirst for freedom, Built on the spilt blood of those who fought for us, A battle unfairly fought and but rightly won, Cries of victory drifting on the free flowing breeze, The land of the free vivid and fresh We are no longer vivid, nor are we fresh, Blood is st...
• Poetry > Haiku
  Think of Me

  

  By WishfulDoer, Portland, OR

  Everlasting love, As your heart comes to a stop, Think fondly of me....
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Withering Trees

  

  By WishfulDoer, Portland, OR

  Withering tree, Your light has dulled, Your leaves have fallen, And your trunk is twisted with knots. Twisted tree, Your limbs are gnarled, Your shadow resembles a cobweb, And your roots stick up like bones from the ground. Ancient tree, Your trunk is hollow from past residents, The gr...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  My Angel

  

  By WishfulDoer, Portland, OR

  She was my angel. She used to tell me that I was her very own miracle, but I knew it was just a cover-up; a mask to shield me from her true identity. She left me on April 14, 2007. The only reason I remember the date is because my brother would yell at me when he noticed that I hadn’t marked my ca...
• Hot Topics > Environment
  Killing Our Cousins

  

  By WishfulDoer, Portland, OR

  Between 2003 and 2006, deforestation in Indonesia reached 1.7 million hectares a year. To put that into perspective, one hectare is the size of 10,000 square meters. With that in mind, imagine 10,000 square meters multiplied by one million, and you’ve got a lot of dead trees. The destruction of ra...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  I May Be Love's B***h, But At Least I'm Woman Enough To Admit It

  

  By WishfulDoer, Portland, OR

  I’m so tired of being told who to date. I’m tired of people telling me that if I get back together with him, they won’t be my friends anymore. Why, huh? Why won’t you be my friends? Who’s to say that you were my friends to begin with, if you’re just going to abandon me because I love som...