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  The World is Flames

  

  By Rhythm.Weaver, Derwood, MD

  The world is flames, in flames, from flames. It is born of and slaughtered by fire, both blessed and cursed by the twisting, dancing ribbons of orange and yellow. They roar with wrath and purr with cleansing. There is no option of escape, no way to float up and out of harm’s way like a fairytal...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Seasons of Music

  

  By Rhythm.Weaver, Derwood, MD

  She’s languishing in the shade Head back, hair down, Escaping the shimmering heat. She smiles as the forest wraps her in its arms And the trees strum their branches in slow songs of peaceful bliss. She’s leaping through the leaves that litter the ground: Dancing, spinning, laughing. The...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Countdown

  

  By Rhythm.Weaver, Derwood, MD

  Five… Her mentors have given her the information on the papers now in her shaky hands, And they have given her the metallic drive through the words they know will have her craving more— More than this bland, gray fantasy. She hungers for the tang of striking, silver reality. Four… Th...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Sinful

  

  By Rhythm.Weaver, Derwood, MD

  The cool evening air blared her arrival as fanfare before royalty. It gusted into the cozy café, chasing joyfully after the warmth and playing freeze-tag with the fire, interrupting it languid sway within the authentic wood-burning stove. The few, sparse inhabitants raised their faced to the source...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  The Box

  

  By Rhythm.Weaver, Derwood, MD

  My secrets, thoughts, feelings They’re not just hidden recklessly behind my face My face in transparent; something would show through No, they’re locked in a box I’ve hidden deep within myself I built it on my own; it’s made with unbelievable craftsmanship It has walls of willpower an...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Save me

  

  By Rhythm.Weaver, Derwood, MD

  Save me Don’t know how much more I can take Before I give in and force Another into my place What face is that the water shows It can’t be mine, I know No face of mine could cause the fear I’ve seen it inflict The stone I throw disrupts the image The picture of cold hard despair ...
• Opinion > Current Events / Politics
  Land of the Free?

  

  By Rhythm.Weaver, Derwood, MD

  While in the school library with a friend one day, doing my government homework, I quietly read the information on my worksheet aloud. When I came to the requirements to be President of the United States, I blinked and reread one item, thinking I'd made a mistake. I hadn't, though: the Preside...
• Poetry > Sonnet
  The Poet's Toil

  

  By Rhythm.Weaver, Derwood, MD

  If ease is instant gratification Poetry is impossible hardship If peace is born from pacification Then of writing, war has guardianship Forcing the stubborn words onto the page Is little easier than reversing The will of one who is of a young age Calliope’s blessings, rare dispersing, Vola...
• Nonfiction > Memoir
  Ancient Heritage, Modern Life

  

  By Rhythm.Weaver, Derwood, MD

  As my family has grown, so has my fierce feeling of connection with my Native American ancestors. I am 25 percent Nanticoke, making me a member of the tribe, and almost another 25 percent Cherokee. My entire Native American heritage comes from my dad’s side. Every year, as a sort of tradition, my ...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Gazette Feature: Extremes Kill

  

  By Rhythm.Weaver, Derwood, MD

  Maryland has officially passed the Maryland Helping-hand Act. The law, passed just last Thursday, requires every person to serve each other constantly. Students in school must, among other things, buy each others’ lunches, do each others’ homework, and play for each other on sports teams. Emp...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  My Promise

  

  By Rhythm.Weaver, Derwood, MD

  Annie and I walked to the front of the class, leashless. I kept her black body in the bottom of my vision. Her tail waved slightly as we went. I was nervous and jumpy, but the sight of my beloved companion calmed me slightly. I easily recalled the routine I’d long since memorized. “Sit!” I ...
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  The Cloud

  

  By Rhythm.Weaver, Derwood, MD

  Hovering over the Earth Fluffy and seeming innocent Moving on continuously I wonder what evil the cloud has seen...
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  Who's That In the Mirror?

  

  By Rhythm.Weaver, Derwood, MD

  Who are you? Do you get sudden outbursts of temper, or are you a calm person? Do you depend on someone, or are you independent? Do you wish for a boyfriend, or are you happy to be single? Who are you? Do you take life as it comes, or are you anxious? Do you stand your ground always, or do yo...
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  The Horse, the Sun, and the Night

  

  By Rhythm.Weaver, Derwood, MD

  The horse flies away on wings Such a feeling of freedom it brings The grass the bright color of fire But the air is cool from Jack Frost’s ire The grass barely brushed This beautiful sight missed by those who are rushed The sky is alive with the cool colors of night Fast approaching nig...
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  An Unexpected Miracle

  

  By Rhythm.Weaver, Derwood, MD

  The perfect day Blue sky, cotton- candy clouds, my sister It was meant to be this way We went into the hospital, towards the explosion at bay My sister, no longer the baby, is happy, I’m proud of her. The perfect day “Awwww,” the only word she can say To the baby complet...