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I'm so confused. You say we're together, but You hang out with her all the time. You say we're together, but You never hold my hand You say we're together, but When you smile, it's forced. You say we're together, but You won't tell me where you live. You s... - Fiction > Realistic FictionI stare into her eyes. They are dead, like glass eyes. They seem real enough, but there is no soul to them, like a window of a deserted house: they are windows, but there is nothing behind them. I stare at her face: the small, elfish build to it, the high cheekbones and small mouth curved upward in ...
- Poetry > Free VerseYou look like trouble. It's not the leather jacket. It's not the many piercings. It's not the tattoos. It's not the weird hair. You look like trouble. It's not the cussing. It's not the beer bottles. It's not the cigarettes. It's not the cans of spr...
- Poetry > Free VerseThese poor old hands are rough and chapped. It is so cold here. My cuticles raw and peeling. My nails ragged and bitten. Callouses line where the fingers and the fleshy part meet. Blisters near my wrist. Dead skin bubbles white as the snow Are everywhere. The skin is so hard They cannot ...
- Poetry > All PoetryPaint me a picture Of how my life would be If I were somebody else Instead of me Would it be in bright colors? Would it be full of life? Or would it be dull and drab? Still full of strife? I think I'll still be me If it's all right with you I like being me. Will you be yours...
- Poetry > Free VerseLittle white rabbit. Big black eyes. Darting here and there. Snow is falling, Big white cotton balls that match your fur. Are you alone? Just like me? Are you all alone in the universe? Do you have no friends? Do you have fears? Do you twitch with fright? Do the big foxes with their lon...
- Poetry > Free VerseJug of water. Completely dry. Bread is old. One bite. Crust is cracked. Old dry bone. Meat is gone. Marrow sucked. There is no light. There is no sound. Only the steady thumping of my heart. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. My trembling hands run Over the cold walls. It is oh, so cold. But ...
- Poetry > Free VerseI love music. It courses through me Every second of the day Playing like a jukebox In my head. Music is blaring Into my ears whenever I go on a trip I love all kinds of music I play violin And piano And guitar And I sing I've started a Christian Rock group. Music=Life for me. ...
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