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Sometimes I wish that I could live in limbo where time is only a number that lovingly quantifies our memories. It keeps the most vivid to linger for eternity as fingers on the hands of analog clocks and in the penumbra of a rustic sundial; memories of grinning faces and halcyon summer days... - Poetry > Free VerseStars are nothing but puckish fiends whispering fallacies to broken-down dreamers and beckoning with drops of emulated sunshine. I wish upon the home of the angels instead as it lies meandering though the vapors of the stratosphere, where alabaster sunlight strikes a flash of opalescent wings ...
- Poetry > Free VerseSometimes I take my life and mold it, shape it like old, cracked Play-Doh, trying to fit it into the clandestine reams of paper that hide in fortune cookies. I am dying to make those sweet-talking slips, enticing with their idealism, ring true, if only so I know that I am not falling thro...
- Poetry > Free VerseI stopped to examine my heart yesterday. There were cracks and chips and scratches That I didn’t remember getting. An infrastructure of fractured pathways Ran around the slopes, Pausing only to leap over Sharp edges. And darkness hung like a shadow, Beckoning from the innermost fissures...
- Hot Topics > Pride & PrejudiceI remember when I was a little kid and I would color eyebrows green. In my drawings, faces were orange and skies were purplish, clouds had yellow streaks and flowers stuck straight up in neat little rows. But of course, there wasn’t a doubt in my boastful 5-year-old mind that my pictures were amon...
- Poetry > All PoetryI sat in the darkness waiting, Crouching with my knees under my chin. It was almost our turn to show the trick, I could hardly conceal my grin. Billy was probably nervous, He had the vital part. He quickly gave the indication, The trick was about to start! Whoa! I was being lifted! I wa...
- Nonfiction > HeroesMy dad’s worried that I’m getting taller. “You’re growing up too fast for me, little girl,” he’ll say thoughtfully, his nickname for me contradicting the words. “I remember when you were this big,” he’d add, holding his hands about a foot apart. Then he’ll make me laugh with ridi...
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