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  Little Sister

  

  By EPluribusUnum, Woodbine, MD

  When did she get so tall? Her curls still red, but ironed straight. Straight as her confident shoulders. They shift so slightly as she walks. She walks with great big grown up steps. Grown up steps? Who taught this little girl to walk so big? Surely not me, with my frightened trot and...
• Poetry > Haiku
  Diamond Girl

  

  By EPluribusUnum, Woodbine, MD

  Moonlight ricochets off wind burnt hair. She smiles, star bits in her eyes....
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Poison and Cuts

  

  By EPluribusUnum, Woodbine, MD

  Like hell I'll die, this girl don't go down easy. Like hell I'll live, this girl she falls so hard. With paradoxes singing their sweet poison I hope to gods these hurts they do not scar....
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  50 Steps to Falling Asleep In the Middle of the Night

  

  By EPluribusUnum, Woodbine, MD

  1. Turn off the lights and snuggle under the covers. 2. Roll around in the blankets until you are sufficiently hot. 3. Even though you've sweated through your t-shirt, try to tough it out because you know if you get up you'll never get back to sleep again. 4. Get up and turn the fan on....
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  Silent Words

  

  By EPluribusUnum, Woodbine, MD

  I am not a loud person. In fact, there are those who believe that I am not capable of making any noise at all. I certainly haven't demonstrated any gaudy displays of shouting around them, although some yelling may have been called for a few times. Like when my shoes got folded in a giant mat. T...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Rain Dancers

  

  By EPluribusUnum, Woodbine, MD

  Rain laced with lightning Leaps between trees, Twirling to the ground Where it dances beside puddles And overflowing streams. Thunder keeps a beat For the cheerful dancers, Rain drops breaking into couples For a lively waltz, Their misty skirts swish over the Slick forest floor, Crystal ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Restless

  

  By EPluribusUnum, Woodbine, MD

  Don't you miss the days When there was nothing but the weather To whine about, Nothing but the weather To cry about, Nothing but the weather Worth dying about? Not me, For with a million more things To sigh about Come so many more To smile about....
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Between Raindrops

  

  By EPluribusUnum, Woodbine, MD

  In the silence between raindrops I can let my mind wander. It dreams of ultraviolet love Waiting to escape the clouds And skewer me in my openness....
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Tropical Waters Under Moonlight

  

  By EPluribusUnum, Woodbine, MD

  Most flowers wait Only for the melodic call of the sun To unveil their gem-like blossoms. Truly they are gorgeous As they throw their iridescent hues To the sparkling aqua sky, But often those sweetest of color hymns Are lost amongst the crying winds of day While soft Nymphaea dearest Wai...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Dream-Caught Paper

  

  By EPluribusUnum, Woodbine, MD

  I could write you a thousand lovely things On the soft whiteness in front of me. Promises of eternity Abound in empty paper. They stare with bright black eyes, Heads peaking around The page's edge, Watching me As I Dream....
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Empty Individual

  

  By EPluribusUnum, Woodbine, MD

  I see through your frail glitter armor, Your blunt eyeliner sword, And every taunt you spit at me Because I do not attempt the same old masks. I see through your three inch thick Glob of attitude, The one you apply to your face every day To make yourself feel pretty. You may try to conceal ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  The Artists, The Scribes

  

  By EPluribusUnum, Woodbine, MD

  Bear witness to the broken lives And shattered stories of your lost kin, The souls of those gone Still cry out in silent agony For the solace of a few messengers Who can bear them the gift Of sharing their blood soaked tragedies So that the world does not follow them down. You and I, With o...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Breakaway, Runaway, Getaway

  

  By EPluribusUnum, Woodbine, MD

  Breakaway, breakaway, breakaway, From dreams and fears and pains, From hopes and losses and failures, From wishes and teardrops and bloodstains. I am pulling free of a lifetime Of broken shells and comfort zones And entering a new cage Corrupted just for me....
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  Silence Outspoken

  

  By EPluribusUnum, Woodbine, MD

  I am not a loud person. In fact, there are those who believe that I am not capable of making any noise at all. I certainly haven't demonstrated any gaudy displays of shouting around them, although some yelling may have been called for a few times. Like when my shoes got folded in a giant mat. T...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  She, Not Me!

  

  By EPluribusUnum, Woodbine, MD

  If you've ever shared one of your stories with a non-writer you've probably heard this before. “Oh, is that about you?” Those who bother to ask usually mean well enough, but this is honestly one of the most annoying questions I have received as a writer. Worse is when the person who as...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Floating on Springtime

  

  By EPluribusUnum, Woodbine, MD

  Yellow butterfly, White dogwood tree, Sweet dirt, And baby flowers Call to me. Soft cushions Of vibrant grasses Beckon in the breeze. She thrashes in The rolling emerald sea And storms through clover. Embraces the ground, Exchanging gifts Of April slobber showers For cobweb coated ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Innocent's Price

  

  By EPluribusUnum, Woodbine, MD

  Innocence free To blissfully fly The blue of her wings That melt with the sky The green eyes of the kitten Staring her way That sparkle with wonder, No more boredom today. The wet, purple bloodstains Where her wings are tearing, The gray of his claws That snatch with out caring. Innoce...
• Poetry > Haiku
  My Spring

  

  By EPluribusUnum, Woodbine, MD

  I wade through warm tides, Soft spring breezes with golden Flecks of sunshine foam. I walk on a sky As blue as a rainbow that Welcomes my purple With armfuls of hugs, Though it would be right to give Up, up and away. I dream of a hope The color of sunset, but live in beginnings. ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Rain Dance

  

  By EPluribusUnum, Woodbine, MD

  Lightning laced with rain Leaps between trees, Twirling all the way to the ground Where it dances beside puddles And overflowing streams. Thunder pounds out a beat For the spirited dancers, Rain drops breaking into couples For a lively waltz. Wind provides the music, Vibrating branches ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Parliamentary

  

  By EPluribusUnum, Woodbine, MD

  Be a doer, Be a dreamer, Be a shadow, Or songbird. Be you fierce Or be you gentle. Be you courage, Coward, or fear. People, people We be different, We be strong and we be weak. Even when we can't agree, Still, coalition we must seek....
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Grandmother Told Me

  

  By EPluribusUnum, Woodbine, MD

  There are stories in the ashes, There are stories in the flames, In every nook and cranny There are lessons to be gained. Your parents didn't tell you, Nor do they teach these things in school, But to withhold this information, I think, Is rather cruel. You'll find Home isn�...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  We'd All Be Free If You'd Just Let Me Go

  

  By EPluribusUnum, Woodbine, MD

  Every thing's a cage. Every name, every label, All of it, And it's all been holding us down. Shame, shame, I don't wanna live life in a cage. I wanna fly free, But not in an Emily Sky. I just want a sky....
• Poetry > Free Verse
  6:30 am

  

  By EPluribusUnum, Woodbine, MD

  Desolate, The moon still hangs In the paling morning sky. Stars have fled, Leaving it alone to face the day That brings with it So much misery. In the same way The child was left alone, Deserted by friends In the face of hardship. He stands tall to greet the sun And all the agony it brin...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Ballads are for Squares

  

  By EPluribusUnum, Woodbine, MD

  Old tradition dictates That I write you a sappy love ballad Glue it on a lumpy paper heart, Slap on some glitter and lace Call it a valentine And hope to God That it all doesn't stick to my hands. But, really, who listens to traditions anyway? I mean, if people stuck with tradition...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  If You Listen

  

  By EPluribusUnum, Woodbine, MD

  Rain falling softly Through branches Strikes wind That sings it Slow ballads. Drip, drip, drop Harmonizing Drop, drip, drip. Ballads slow, It sings that Wind strikes Branches through Softly falling rain....