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  When She Flinches Away

  

  By iluvwriting, Califon, NJ

  When she flinches away, There is no Rhyme or Rhythm or Poetry involved. There is, however, Fear Of a worse tomorrow and Longing For the past to return and Tears. But I turn my head to hide, Ashamed Of my weakness and Hoping That nobody noticed but Knowing That they did an...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Taps Please Stop

  

  By iluvwriting, Califon, NJ

  Taps plays And I am just Privately waiting for its end So I can stop Pleading for these tears to Leave my eyes and Even so, they fall faster. And I listen and am Sure that the melody Echoes still through that Snow where it started That day in the Open field where I just Prayed to forg...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Darwinism

  

  By iluvwriting, Califon, NJ

  Maybe if I close my eyes it all will go away And I’ll come back some other place on some other day Some place where people love and sometimes even care Where sky is bright all day and night, that’s where I’ll walk on air But that’s not how the world works, and it has never been The worl...
• Nonfiction > Travel & Culture
  My Friday the 13th

  

  By iluvwriting, Califon, NJ

  The Lima airport was bright and strangely busy at 11:58 p.m. when I first set foot in Peru. My senses were numbed by a full day of travel and hours of layovers. “Well, we survived Friday the thirteenth completely unscathed,” I said jokingly to my aunt and cousin. I had never been, and will n...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  She Is Bubbles

  

  By iluvwriting, Califon, NJ

  She is Bubbles To society Easy To ignore But not Quite Invisible She is Bubbles To men Fun To play with A toy For their Pleasure But An inanimate Object She has No Emotions In their Eyes She is Just a Plaything She is Bubbles To tho...
• Fiction > Romance
  Don't Think About Him

  

  By iluvwriting, Califon, NJ

  I lay my head back into the grass, my eyelids red, my face angled toward the sun. It was one of those days at the beginning of autumn when the grass was warm but the air was just barely cool. Or maybe it was the other way around—I’ve never been quite able to make the distinction. It was one of...