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  • Opinion > Points of View
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    There's really nothing to writing. You just sit down, find a suitable mechanism to channel your thoughts through, and bleed. When there is no blood to discuss, you stop, but until then, the cut doesn't stop flowing. But there is one question you have to ask yourself. Do you heal yourse...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Come hither, small moonlight within our attacker's sight. Look into a night lagoon the fall is coming soon. They’re all dreading the dark by missing songs of a voice. Beautiful skin, turns to color of ash. But in the end, killers bleed too. Deep within Earth, bodies rot. Murderer...
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    When I was small with pink, pudding cheeks I thought I heard soft music for me. But it was just good old daddy letting the radio free. So I fell down cold stairs. When I wore courduroys with silver, shiny buttons I thought I heard a friend for me. But it was just clean up songs ...
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    I caught the scent of tombs, as we stood in somber silence, when the morning rose for you. I never truly realized that you would go to the everlasting tombs. But what confirmed it, was the darkening silence. In the gravestone worthy silence, we piled flowers on top of you, among those w...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    12 o'clock. Has it really been that long? That means it's been roughly six hours since I left my family's cramped apartment and hitched a ride on this run-down bus. The aisles are filled with greasy wrappers for fast food and soiled newspapers whose stories I do not care to read....
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    Twine, swirl on nature's thumb. Bloom, bliss with the rising sun. Perfume, release into burning sky. Spread, flood let seeds fly. Wilt, droop roses die....
  • Fiction > Romance
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    The last note of "Für Eliese" rang out strong from my clarinet. Four more beats of rest and the music ended, but the love song still echoed through the air. Ghostly wisps of the melody floated past my ear as I put my clarinet down. The song was a reminder, similar to that of a footnote...
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    I think a lot of people believe that there are signs in the world. I know I do. For example, if my faucet keeps on dripping, Izzy is dead, just like the hospital said. Yep, it's still going. There's that familiar plip-plop that's driving me insane. My twin is dead. I've b...
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    Like Riding a Bike. Remember that rhythm and flight. Reminded of the streams and forest rushing by. Like natural instincts. Walking and running. Gone for me. All I hear said: bye bye to freedom. Chained to a thing I wish not to be with. If only one second off. Down bumpy ...

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