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With a heart like yours, Insipid ice melting to the core, You’re bound to face a dilemma, In feeling anything at all, I understand your pain, Her rough edges ripped you apart, my dear. You were openly ravaged, And your innocence fed her hungry soul. Your scars have long healed, Soft pink ... - Fiction > Realistic FictionShe cried herself to sleep every night, and held her cotton teddy close. Her parents had pillow fights with furniture, and sang violent songs of rage to bleeding ears. It was a helpless feeling that she embraced between herself and the sheets. But as the days wore on, a thick fog of repetitiv...
- Poetry > Free VerseShe was beautifully entangled, forever winding through the chasms of a fiery embrace. She was a rose at full bloom, a cocoon waiting to hatch. a phoenix learning to fly. With passionate blue eyes, she beckoned Poseidon's heart, and caused explosions in the sky. Born with an oversized he...
- Hot Topics > What MattersUnspoken words are the poison that stills my blood and decays my bones. Like detached spider legs: still twitching after their painful demise. These unspoken words stayed at the tip of my tongue, where they patiently waited. Anticipating the moment they could crawl to my fingertips to be released...
- Poetry > Free VerseWater is my visitor, he warms me with overbearing heat, untangles my strained muscles, and extracts haunting words from my mind. They are replaced with ecstasy. Then there is only silence, Silence, sweet silence, and a heartbeat. Breathe in, breathe out, This hour is all that exists. a ...
- Poetry > Free VerseWithout kindness, Beauty is futile. Like the glance I received just now, Such was blind of passion. I learned—at fifteen— That silent hatred is the reward For invisible grace. That cold barrier of your ego Could send even the strong children to their mothers’ arms. Who would face ...
- Poetry > Free Versehold me tightly, but you know I can’t stay. pin my arms between your fingers, and my body will not sway. your embrace won’t hold my mind. can you see the dragon? feel the sand under your toes. if our minds were one, I wouldn’t have to fly over Africa alone. call my name—bring m...
- Poetry > Free VerseIf I had known, That time is denser than air, I would have spent every breath with you. But I didn’t know. And time passed. It isn’t too late. You still live.. just beyond the corner. You aren’t who you were. I’m not who I was. Please don’t forget, Summer days running through spri...
- Opinion > Points of ViewWho says being mature is a good thing? Maturity is a decision all of us make at some point in our life. Whether forced, or willingly made after a long wait. For many, it means responsibility, or a gain of knowledge. Maturity is the point at which someone starts to truly understand the way life works...
- Poetry > Free Versethese innocent-blue eyes watch in death cloaked fear, as beauty turns to ash. these innocent-blue eyes hope, that when it ends we continue living. these innocent-blue eyes witness in dreaded suspense as lives are torn apart....
- Poetry > Free VerseThis call that fades into the fog, Now fades into my memory. Those sunny green summer days, Are now covered heavily with snow. Those tears of joy from seeing you, Turn to tears of terror within myself. Horse rides in the gentle rain, Now days alone filled with regret. What would have hap...
- Poetry > SonnetA drop of pure sadness rolls down my lips. It takes the place of your skin, At my fingertips. Days of happiness-my heart skipped a beat. The time my blue eyes met yours, On that lonely street. Thanks to you magic ran through my veins. Unlimited are the risks, Taken to stop this pain. ...
- Nonfiction > Personal ExperienceMy mom has always had a kind of obsession with our Indian heritage, and wanted me to share it. I of course had no desire to be anything like my Cherokee ancestors…or her. So when my dear mother bestowed upon me the ‘purple necklace of bravery’, as she called it, I wasn’t in the least bit sur...
- Nonfiction > Personal ExperienceI always wished I had a normal life. Yet my life is what has shaped who I am today. If I had been born a normal kid, I would not be the same person. So in a way I am thankful for all the times my parents weren’t there for me. All the times I had to eat dinner alone. And all those times I was mom ...
- Nonfiction > Personal ExperienceWhen I was a little girl, I asked my mother why she never cried. With a glassy look in her eye, she replied “Because when you grow up, things happen that break your heart. Sometimes we just forget how.” I was more confused than ever. How could you forget something as simple as crying? As I've gr...
- Poetry > Free VerseI won’t let myself forget, The hurt in his eyes. When I revealed the hatred, That had boiled up- so long. Those words trained for his ears, Were not meant for him to hear. Because I would never wish harm to anyone, Even if they doomed my existence so many times. Yet he walks slowly, S...
- Nonfiction > Personal ExperienceHere I sit, listening to the angry beat of Eminem. A perfect example of inspiration turned to hatred. Sometimes it is hard to tell the difference; one can be just as beautiful as the other. The thin line between hatred and inspiration; between dreams and fear. Between a madman and a genius. We all s...
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