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• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  Karma

  

  By dancerforlifex, Monson, MA

  Karma is something that everyone must go through; it’s a part of life. No matter if you are the boy with the bubbly personality, or the shy girl, karma hits you harder than a moving vehicle. Four years ago, a few girls teased me because I was not up to their standards of “popular” and I had a ...
• Poetry > Haiku
  Childhood

  

  By dancerforlifex, Monson, MA

  Swinging on tires Without a care in the world; Perfect childhood....
• Poetry > All Poetry
  Love vs. Lust

  

  By dancerforlifex, Monson, MA

  Love is something we must experience; Fairytales in books show lust....
• Poetry > All Poetry
  Falling

  

  By dancerforlifex, Monson, MA

  water quick ly fal ling swi ft ly “watch water-crash out” ing HARD and animals LOUD , rocks so shifts slippery. breeze water from ...
• Poetry > All Poetry
  Aphrodite and Ares

  

  By dancerforlifex, Monson, MA

  Two things in this world that drive us to extremes; One passion, the other pain. Abstractions from reality--keep them in our dreams. Hopelessness; from that alone, you want to scream. From both, we go insane. Two things in this world that drive us to extremes. The two forever act as a team...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Beneath Ourselves

  

  By dancerforlifex, Monson, MA

  We live beneath our fears, Afraid to approach them. With fear, you forget the risks, Forget the falls, forget taking chances. With fears, love is absent. To be afraid of what will come Makes you scared of the future, Scared of change, scared of life. With fears, life is unlivable. Fear ...
• Poetry > Haiku
  I Write.

  

  By dancerforlifex, Monson, MA

  I write to escape From the pain, from the fighting. It helps me to cope....
• Fiction > Romance
  See You Soon

  

  By dancerforlifex, Monson, MA

  The way his hands were perfectly rested upon his legs made me realize that he’s okay now. Whenever he would get angry with me, he would rest his hands on his legs, take a deep breath, and look into my eyes and say, “I’m sorry.” His apologies were always accepted, since I could never stay mad...
• Reviews > Music Reviews
  Black & White by The Maine

  

  By dancerforlifex, Monson, MA

  "All we got is what's left to take, Hearts so pure in its broken place, Because we are lovers lost in space, We're searching for our saving grace." Those are the chorus lyrics to "Saving Grace", one of the best tracks (in my opinion) on The Maine's newest a...
• Poetry > Sonnet
  The World is Wrong

  

  By dancerforlifex, Monson, MA

  The sun reflects onto the pale moon lake The homeless lay quietly, taking in sleep, While other in the world are wide awake And one lover looking for someone to keep. Soldiers are at war for us As the rich stay safe among their houses Many living in neighborhoods they cannot trust Just as ...
• Fiction > Historical Fiction
  Mother and Daughter

  

  By dancerforlifex, Monson, MA

  I have my bags in my hand and I am watching as the four Nazi soldiers are evacuating us all from the building to the streets. I have a sack hanging over my shoulder and I am holding my daughter's hand. She asks me, "Momma, where are we going?" and I just can't answer her. I see ...
• Fiction > All Fiction
  Artist

  

  By dancerforlifex, Monson, MA

  I sat on the bench on my wooden porch, watching the leaves of the trees fall, their colors vibrant in the sky. Leaves sure are something interesting. They flutter through the boring blue sky, lighting it up with their reds, greens, and oranges. How beautiful it would be to sit here and watch leaves ...
• Fiction > Historical Fiction
  Visuals

  

  By dancerforlifex, Monson, MA

  July 26th, 1933 Today Momma told me I could go outside to play ball with my brother and my baby sister, Evette. Thomas, my brother, was in charge; Momma’s orders. He wasn’t that much older than me, only by three years or so, but Momma always has my brother watch over me and baby Evette. Baby...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  Always and Forever

  

  By dancerforlifex, Monson, MA

  “How could you do something like this to me?” A thousand thoughts were running through my head, all asking him how he could do something like this. I couldn’t stop crying, and he wasn’t saying anything at all. I waited a while before sighing loudly. “It’s not true, I don’t know wha...