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Give me a second to scream for our lives Please tell me your happiness is not a disguise Tell me our future is full of more screams Of passion and laughter and adventurous dreams Once more I’ll ask you to tell me you love me I can’t have you forget all the songs that you’ve sun... - Poetry > Free VerseYou satiate my hunger for love And I’m so glad we’re giving up giving up You keep me in a state of repose And it’s just what I’ve always needed Let us break free of absurd reluctance And give ourselves back to each other completely Who says we can’t have everything? ...
- Poetry > HaikuSeptember shows truths As I look back at the cool Month of 2010 I asked myself if This year would be fair for us, Not my choice of words. I think we should get This relationship appraised ‘Cause it doesn’t seem Worth it From here. Is this all That I get for my money? So I sa...
- Poetry > Free VerseYou’re choking me, My screams muffled By your pillow which smothers The sound of the rain on Tin roofs as well. With nothing left to grasp I lose control I’ll be suppressed As I’m suffocated, I’m ashamed Once consciousness is gained, Once these breath...
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- Poetry > Free VerseWhat is love but a crippler of it’s followers? For I have little left of me to give It breaks me down, and you watch As if you’re watching a sad film And you’ve lost the remote - Complications at their smallest Pain and love grow alike Together on a journey Like rocks i...
- Poetry > Free Verse‘Till the dawn rolls in, I’ll be loving you. But when the first morning dove cries as the sun sets fire to top branches of birch trees, I’ll realize how you’ve lit me up like a fire cracker on the fourth of July, cackling bright for seconds ‘till the cold air consumes it’s white light. I...
- Poetry > HaikuBaby, it's like this: Secrets will be buried 'till We finally say Goodbye, not "hello"- The sound of a beginning Is as far gone as Feelings of regret Which linger like soaring birds Which we were. Stuborn As we are, we'll fly 'Till ou...
- Poetry > Free VerseThe shell sits Embedded in the crystals of the beach. Water reaches for it’s red skin Like a bird dives for red fish. The shell waits to be taken By the passionate sea. It’s inviting. But the sea teases And leaves the shell To nearby birds Diving for red shells....
- Nonfiction > All NonfictionIf you were to ask me if I wanted roses, I’d probably snort. Snort for all the pathetic women who wait for lifetimes to receive them at doorsteps from guys with too much musk on. Take a line from ‘ol Outkast, “Roses really smell like poo”; no matter the face value, the underlying one signifi...
- Nonfiction > Personal ExperienceOver hills and long stretches of asphalt towards my destined place. Unknown, but destined to be there. As soon as tires hit rocks, windows roll to their places and music is cued. Miles away, my vacant place in the driveway makes closed minds wonder. As they wonder I wander through tall grass to find...
- Hot Topics > What MattersWhen thinking of a “normal family”, one may imagine a Mother, Father, and two children, one boy and one girl. In a perfect world, these children would never talk back, always have their bed made, and eat even the greenest vegetables. The problem with this picture is the fact that it's no lo...
- Nonfiction > MemoirIf you have to leave, then leave. As thoughts of us shatter impossibly to the floor, my eyes flicker to and from each of your eyes because I'm too close to look at both simultaneously. Your eyes are the same stained chocolate brown, but somehow different. The willingness to let go is too much, so I ...
- Poetry > Free VerseLips part at crazed thoughts Yet, all I am is Cute. Daydreams stray Although they should not Yet, words flow like The truth. Fallen beneath the phone bill A card waits un-opened. Brilliant colors, with a tab It sings when you pull it. You would call it Cute. The card is thrown, un...
- Reviews > Book ReviewsUprising, by Margaret Peterson Haddix is a compelling novel about three young women all on different journeys tied together with the same hunger for life. These driven young women meet at a overwhelming strike for the Triangle Shirtwaist factory in 1909. The strike influenced everyone touched by it ...
