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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    In the eighteen years I walked this fragile ground, I learned the thousand meanings Of love, Hate, And discrimination. I have viewed history Without comprehending it’s meaning. I have been broken, Healed, And broken again. I have discovered that I care too much And I do...
  • Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
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    Let me say this now. The event of which you are about to read are not my fault. I am not to blame, nor did I partake in any of these events. If anything, I am a witness. It was her. I saw her with the blood on her hands. On the knife she held. Her blue eyes held no remorse, only fear that she had...
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    Her words come for me in the night, Echoing choing hoing oing ing ng g In my dreams. The scent of her fills my head, Her sweet taste on my lips, Saturating my tongue. Her sinful hands caress my skin, Creating temptations that I must Can't ever - must Resist. All resistance is...
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    A dangerous temptress Plucks on heartstrings, Playing a melancholy melody. Sweet. Lovely. Addictive. It clogs your mind Until you crave His touch, Her warmth, Their kiss. Never wanting to be alone, Hating everyone For not being the one. We whisper promises, Meant to be kept, But ...
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    Do you remember How you held me, And promised everything would be alright? Do you remember Holding my hand, As we took long walks through the night? I remember How perfectly I seemed to fit in your arms. I remember That perfect first kiss, Filled with whispered promises Begging to be br...
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    Another day. Can’t say the words I wanted to say. Still feel the same pain That chews at my heart. Still cry the same tears For when we’re apart. But something’s different. Not quite right. Because something went wrong the other night. Too many drinks, But you sped on ahead. Not eve...
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    Welcome to the Opera Populaire. It was built hundreds of years ago in the mid 1700s. Many people- men, women, and children- came here to live and train here for the ballets and operas. Some of the ones that were performed here were Il Muto and Hannibal. But, sadly, all performances here stopped ...
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    Pull on my heart strings. And play me A melody. Sing of love that was lost. Let the harp join. Sing of beautiful Meloncholy. Bring in the guitar. Play of two lovers That were Lost In the Sea of Uncertainty. Give me a mic. Let me pour out my heart. Bear all. Show you my passion. Whe...
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    Me duele el corazon. I smile Pretend That I'm fine. But really I feel as though I'm falling apart. Shattering Into a million Pieces. Me duele el corazon. But I can't make This hurt Go away. To quote Andrew Lloyd Webber, "The tears I might have shed For your dark...
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    I scream in silence. Dying to tell my secrets. I go mad Keeping everythign inside. Fear is my shield, Protecting me from sharing all. The ghost of my former self Haunts The place I once called home. She acts the way I'm supposed to act, While the music of Tears Hitting fabric sings...
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    Her heart belongs to two. One a boy. The other a girl. She's never talked to him, But she talks to her everyday. One already knows. The other is clueless. She has sworn her friends to silence. Never tell the girl. But her friends torment her about the boy. Show no mercy. She fears te...
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    You see a girl as she walks by. She seems so confident, Her head held high. On her face seems to be a smirk, Around her waist, A long peasant skirt. She seems to be beautiful, Or, to you, on the inside. Because her face, you said, is one she should hide. But her face is set with determinat...

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