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  Petals

  

  By WhiteHart, Alachua, FL

  Tears that jade made my happiness emerge... This cloak of darkness hides them from all eyes. A scream from midnight reaches me to purge This restfulness from my strategic lies. Dear God, please hold me closer or I'll fall; Dear Demon, let me stagger from your shouts. This ache is muting e...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  Dear Diary

  

  By WhiteHart, Alachua, FL

  Dear Diary, This book was meant to be a place where I could say anything I wanted. Diary, you are supposed to be a best friend of sorts; a friend who I can tell anything, and not worry about what you think. But the sad truth is, you cannot be that splendid outlet I was hoping for. I don’t feel ...
• Hot Topics > What Matters
  Forget the World...

  

  By WhiteHart, Alachua, FL

  “Forget the world and come with me,” He said, holding out His open hand. I started crying uncontrollably… Yet it comforted me to know that He knew what I was feeling. I didn’t have to explain it. I didn’t have to explain how sorry I was for not taking His hand sooner, or how amazed I was t...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  "It's Out of Our Hands"

  

  By WhiteHart, Alachua, FL

  “It’s out of our hands.” Those words disappointed me… deeply. Deeper than an ellipsis, longer than infinity, more callously than life itself. There’s nothing like knowing that there’s nothing you can do. It’s a helpless feeling that leaves you stranded on the side of a subliminal ro...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  Welcome to Dreamland

  

  By WhiteHart, Alachua, FL

  I’m fading and weary… I can hang in there. Ignore the fatigue. Suddenly, it feels like someone found one of my most vital wires, and clipped it halfway. My consciousness starts flickering. On. Off. On. Off. The world around me is blinking and fluttering away. Everything becomes blurry—...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Questions

  

  By WhiteHart, Alachua, FL

  I have questions, questions, questions… Do you know the answer? It doesn’t matter if you do, I know you can give one, whether false or true. I’ll answer myself, and drop the key To a lock I’ve not yet claimed to see. “Do you still love me?” I’ll answer you, Something that you n...
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  .loohcS

  

  By WhiteHart, Alachua, FL

  Tahira stared down at her hands. She was wringing them endlessly: one of the many quirks that singled her out as a freak. What did that even mean, anyway? Everyone has quirks. But, just because hers were visible, they defined her. It seemed unfair. There were a lot of things that were unfair. Bein...
• Poetry > Sonnet
  Save Me

  

  By WhiteHart, Alachua, FL

  ~That moment when you decide to commit suicide just to see if someone will save your life…~ The words I breathe cling to the frigid air, And who knows where their journey will end up? I linger and I curse the people where My icy fingers place their wretched touch. Could anyone be better wit...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  Dreaming My Life Away...

  

  By WhiteHart, Alachua, FL

  I awoke expecting an apocalyptic scene. I was hearing it; hoping for it… praying for fire, ruins, ashes, and debris… I could feel that scene buried deep in my psyche. I could feel its fire and horror ringing in my heart, echoing off the walls of my chest. Yet the sight would have been a relief. ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Nothing Is More Involuntary Than the Heart

  

  By WhiteHart, Alachua, FL

  There is nothing more involuntary than the heart… I don’t want to live, but my heart keeps on beating; I know it’s all wrong, but my heart keeps on loving; My logic is up, but my heart keeps on sleeping; My voice is composed, but my heart keeps on weeping. If life tore my heart and me apa...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Give Up on Me

  

  By WhiteHart, Alachua, FL

  It feels like forever since I knew what was wrong I used to worry, but now I wonder, “Why so long?” “This dreary aura is about me, I told you it's because I'm not that strong I gave up on myself when you gave up on me” It's all my fault – “I know, I know” But there's somethin...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Enemy Soil

  

  By WhiteHart, Alachua, FL

  I stood inhaling your smoke and humid breath… This battlefield is foreign to me and my senses. It comes in gulps and sighs and panting, As I wait for a respite from the smell of death. I wonder what life is left, Because I feel so alone, so lost, so breathless I watched as you smote my deare...
• Poetry > Sonnet
  Secrets (One Republic Lyrics +Matching Sonnets)

  

  By WhiteHart, Alachua, FL

  “I need another story Something to get off my chest My life gets kind of boring Need something that I can confess” Alone, I have so much that’s on my mind. I’m yearning to plead guilty to a friend; Confessing all the weight of lies that blind, And speculate which truth I want to se...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  The Sound of Silence

  

  By WhiteHart, Alachua, FL

  What would you say if I couldn’t take the silence? I’m listening to the sound and the noise of my conscience. Everyone is holding me in the darkness, Pushing me down so I’ll keep my distance No one knows distance like I do— It’s a lack of connection, the absence of interest. One-side...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Welcoming Winter

  

  By WhiteHart, Alachua, FL

  I think so deeply into the forest That I never see the trees: For ash—and weeping willows stand Stripped of their fullness and flowing leaves. They are barren of all their former glory, Bereft of all but a chilling impression. Their sadness and illness, so grey, tell a story, The image of...
• Poetry > Sonnet
  Time...

  

  By WhiteHart, Alachua, FL

  Another minute… hour… day… And time is slowly passing away. We’re spending time like currency, With far too little courtesy And when we cry, “I need more time!”, It’s then we find that it flies by. When we decide that time should end, Something shows us what to mend. Another we...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Counting

  

  By WhiteHart, Alachua, FL

  Watching and waiting for a new start, Patiently yearning as it all falls apart, Dwelling on infinite insanity, Wondering with irrational thoughts if there is any rationality, We all end up counting something in life… Seconds, minutes, years, and moments; Memories, tragedies, and priceless se...
• Poetry > Sonnet
  Dismal Plea

  

  By WhiteHart, Alachua, FL

  Morose and dismal views of all my life Are plaguing me and haunting me today. They come and prod me cruelly every night, Until this lunacy of mind makes way. My purpose doesn’t want to show its face, And hides itself until I want to die… But right when death is going to take place, The th...
• Poetry > Sonnet
  Reality Is This Lunacy

  

  By WhiteHart, Alachua, FL

  This mental haunting malady of mine, With doleful interference and quick pace Consumes my every thought with artifice; It’s magisterial and rules my days. I know that I am crazy and confused, But chaos never promised me a rose. And though my days are not so wisely used, I hear all speech as...
• Poetry > Sonnet
  The Dark Side

  

  By WhiteHart, Alachua, FL

  I think in direful nights and dreams that haunt, Though nightmares do not always come at night: The day bestrewn all over with my thoughts Is just as fearful to behold not bright. I close my eyes and picture where I am On this dark planet, in this dreary land, And see I’m on the dark side of...
• Poetry > Sonnet
  Walk With Me to Eternity

  

  By WhiteHart, Alachua, FL

  Paroxysms of sickening despair With shadows overlap the sunlight’s gaze, And while I wait in anguish for somewhere I long for tender hearts and love’s embrace. Could any beauty venture to contrast Its shallow self with genuine concern? I wonder who mistakes it for what lasts And never sto...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Burn These Bridges

  

  By WhiteHart, Alachua, FL

  We were walking… Slowly, cautiously, carefully Your hand in mine, You were my guide. I tried to let go of your hand, Wandered from the path, But when I crossed the bridge to sanity, I was thrilled that I was back. I stopped—and looked back at the bridge— The same distraction lay...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Silence is Not Golden

  

  By WhiteHart, Alachua, FL

  I stand useless, helpless, meaningless… To whom does my subsistence make a difference? I’m beginning to be taciturn and distant As if the nuisance of my timidity wasn’t enough silence. That voice in my head is my own. “Speak up, you coward!” It ridicules me. But I cannot speak—on...
• Poetry > All Poetry
  I Send out My Time on a Dove

  

  By WhiteHart, Alachua, FL

  Here I am, stuck in the middle of time. Where did it begin? How will this end? I stare at the clock and watch its hands. The hour hand surpasses the minute As my confused idea of time carries out. Hours fly by, but I dread minutes alone. My focus is coming in and out. A wedge out of th...
• Poetry > All Poetry
  We Walk By

  

  By WhiteHart, Alachua, FL

  Morphing love and tainted lives Inconceivable emotions passing by. Did you ever wonder whose glance you caught? Today on the street, two lives came and went. Whose hearts have they touched? What love do they possess? They don't know what you've been through, Nor do you know them....