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To say that not everyone has daydreams, (or experiences the apparently effortless shifts in attention away from the here-and-now into their own private world of make-believe,) is an untrue statement. Everyone daydreams, and we do so for a reason. It’s true that the stereo-typical daydream—most c... - Nonfiction > AcademicSchool was always about outsmarting people; that’s what made it fun. Sure, there were the social “classes”—determined, back then, by how many products and quotients we correctly defined in around the world, or how many people invited us to their birthday parties—but even in those days of i...
- Nonfiction > Personal ExperienceIt was April 5th, a Tuesday, when I was walking through the hallway and I saw him--waving at me. Suddenly I got a flashback of last year, rushing through those same crowded hallways after final bell, hoping to catch a glimpse or him in those few fleeting moments before we got on our two separate bus...
- Poetry > Free VerseIf there was once a line of boundary between us, It has vanished…. If there was ever Judgment It has gone… If there had ever been even a hint of doubt There is no reminisce… All that exists now, Is you and I In this world we have created Enjoying everything that we are, All the thi...
- Poetry > All PoetryWhoever says it's simple, love I wish I had their minds For nothing's seemin simple as These tangled thoughts unwind Confusion clouds my judgement calls There's nothing left but doupt For fear will grip and taunt and trick And whisper no way out But no one understands the ...
- Poetry > Free VerseI'm teetering on the edge Of a clifside Holding on for dear life Yet wanting to fall I've been debating the most logical rout And have yet to choose I weigh my optionns carefully concidering Everything at hand Should I walk away and spend my life Wondering "What if..?" ...
- Poetry > All PoetryShould I speak with beggars voice, To a king so meak? Sould I even dare a thought, Or fear my right to speak? Shouldn't I be sent away, To somewhwere dank, alone? Somewhere wherein my fallen rule, Never had a home. Suck a place so horrid that, There I could resign. For surely thi...
- Poetry > LimerickWalking down this lonely street, The dust churning beneath my feet. I walk throughout this empty path, Facing silent, desolate wrath. Chasing down my memories, Images locked and lacking keys. The shadows leapt against my soul, My heart and thoughts, no longer whole. The pieces fall behin...
- Poetry > LimerickThe rose will make you breathless The rose will make you stare And yet the thorns, if you are pricked Will cause you great despair The beauty seen is not in truth Lies left in reflection And the thorns you do not see The dark side of affection It draws you in with graceful beauty Keepin...
- Poetry > LimerickI hear a promice in my head Each time I walk these halls It echos deep inside my past Through stubles, blunders, falls Through past wrongs, the life forgot The life I leave behind The life You hold within your hands The life that isn't mine Through these halls, I'm not alone I wal...
- Opinion > Social Issues / CivicsI don‘t know what provoked the thought, it was a movie, or a book, or just a random scrap or writing I started then tucked into a forgotten pocket, and found later. But recently I have stumbled upon one of the most debated age-old questions. Is human nature really good? And with every question the...
- Nonfiction > Personal ExperienceIs it sad that I still miss him, or is that a part of the natural process of letting someone go? Whenever I put on my big, black jacket it makes me think of when I wore his, and how good it smells, and how good he looks in that white t-shirt! But I need to remember that if I continue going on about ...
- Fiction > Action-AdventureIt was the same in every prison I’d ever set foot in. The lighting was dim in the small stone cells. The rancid smell of human waists always lingered in the air, and cold, hard cots sat in the corners with a thin blanket atop them if you were lucky. Personally, I’ve seen many prisons, jails, an...
- Poetry > All PoetryReading words through heavens thought Remembering all the quarrels fought There is no memory in this place A voice that doesn’t match your face Call out the things that only we knew Back when my someone was you Fall into my gentle grieving Image of your presence leaving Stay and hold me in...
- Poetry > All PoetryCars on the ground Go rushing on by I can’t help but wonder And ask the world why When and Who Where will you go? What is their purpose? Do they even know? Every person talks in code Every life walks a road Choices decisions Rules and laws Expectations confuse us And highlight our f...
- Poetry > All PoetryBurning fire has no voice Calling out my name Running far away from heat For life is but a game Flames, they lick around my skin Leaving wealts and skars Running, yet I'm paralised Starving within bars Screaming strangers in my life Never let them in Leave me in my silent world This ...
