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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I watch you sometimes, observe your ways You with the sad, miserable eyes I remember you, and your past Dark and menacing, it creeps on past you every day Your eyes were once The most beautiful emerald green With flecks of sky blue And what did you do? You painted them gray, with yourself pr...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    I sat in the waiting room, the walls covered in ugly flower paper, people moaning because god forbid they get a stomach ache and have to be in the hospital. Today, I am waiting not for the pathetic but for the strong. She has been here maybe a day or two and knew about the surgery that would hopeful...
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    A small decrepit old town was where I grew up. My father was the town lawyer see, and we had it all. I lived in this beautiful old Victorian with white shutters and a wraparound porch that held us children in its arms. My mother was full of herself and a silly woman. She did what she wanted, and hat...
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    To the little boy without a home, I’m sorry that your mama is gone. I’m sure you’ll do great things one day To the woman living on welfare, I’m sorry that you can’t find a job I’m sure you’ll find hope wherever you are To the teacher who can’t remember his own name, I’m sure ...
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    The trenches, define who I am. I constantly move, like a rat on barren ground. I am a soldier; like everyone else I must find a way to survive. Trenches ridden with shells and pale corpses, eaten by scheming rats and ravenously hungry flies. They too, must eat the dead. Shells fly through the air an...
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    The land was scarred, forever scarred. The rain did not have the force to even touch the dry and barren earth. It was there, on that godforsaken land that my father built our house. It was the most lovely of houses in my mind. A small dwelling with a thin shingle roof and two rooms. One was the kitc...

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