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It is in the valley of the passions of mortals that I hunt, My spear in my pocket My eyes quick and knowing My feet planting kisses in the cool green earth I am hunting not for the table, but for food Never to be dissected by tooth and fork This food, it bounds Fast and fleet feet take it... - College
Guide > College EssaysThe bleak morning of Sunday, October 4th, 2010, found me huddled against my mother's car, the weather far too cold for my sweatshirt and jeans ensemble. A coffee cup, too small to make a dent in my sleep debt, was clutched in my fingers. I was examining the reflection of my criminally bright t-... - Poetry > Free VerseDeep inside me swims a place Known not to you- Yet it bears your name It hangs there Supported by nothing but the difference between truth and not Built from the history you've given us People exist there Individuals cowed by the dangerous caresses of my soul They have your face ...
- Poetry > Free VerseYou're at the start, starting a chance to run- but now waiting, waiting to run, wanting to win white line slicing across the track holding you back ground are your teammates they have sweats (envy) breath frosts the air clothes too tight, too stretchy and gun gun rests in ...
- Poetry > Free VerseHey, mama Your acumen in my life is great, really But wouldn't it just be lovely if you would back off every once in a while? I'm actually kind of big now- taller than you- And when when you trumpet you dust-coated opinions, well, the notes sound a little flat to me. Pretty, but ...
- Poetry > Free VerseI am the lost letters in a schizophrenic poet's mind Rearrange me and you'll find my past, But I doubt that you can: I'm lost...
- Poetry > Free VerseI have a headache. I think it's the sleep- I am drunk with it, hungover on the little marbles of rest that weigh down my intellect. I cannot win; My marbles are too many, they weigh a ton. My head drops, I am lost in an underwater forest of colored prisms. My marbles are too few....
- Fiction > Sci-fi/FantasyI open my eyes, and I'm standing in the dead center of an arena. Before me lies an undisturbed space of some brownish mixture I guess to be dirt. Mixed with sawdust, perhaps. Am impressive set of double doors lies about fifty feet away from me, strangely straight and flat in the curve of the...
- Poetry > Free VerseMy muse's name is not a word- -rather, strummed along on strings From the apple of my eye she came When my thoughts first were to be Her body sways when someone sighs, Lost in the art of remembering, And on silent thoughts she sates her need snatched from the cracks in my logic Draped i...
- Poetry > Free VerseI wake up slowly, gracefully, My head still soaked with the last drops of sweet dreams One arm under the blanket – warm – One hand on top, goosebumps sprinkling my flesh Good morning, Lady Autumn. Chill spices the air Douses it in a palette of blue, purple, white I watch it frisk thro...
- Poetry > Free Versesteals away my life and loves and leaves me with only the shadows Regret feels like waking up to an unrequited pillow looks like her slender fingers slipping around a door handle colors my red-wrought thoughts Regret is when my eyes are untouched but my hands ruled by tempest ...
- Poetry > Free VerseI arrive at the party All sparkling eyes and straight hair Wearing a pretty dress just short enough to attract attention But long enough so it's decent My heels accentuate my long legs And a smile follows me wherever I go They want to talk to me I love how the short dress hides awkward...
- Poetry > Free VerseRolling green grass Thick, lush Defier of the summer heat Be my carpet for a while White lines Rigid, straight Come off on my hands Draw me a field to play on Proud goals Tall, wide Don't deceive me When it's me and the ball So many players Relaxed, smiling Shinguards a...
- Poetry > Free VerseIs that an arch up there I spy? Way up in the red-tossed sky? An arch, a door, a gateway through The answer, a riddle, I give to you What has a hundred wheels to ride But no freedom to turn aside From a path that's all laid out Never plagued by chance or doubt Now let me ask you que...
- Poetry > Free VerseMy hair a straightened, shining shield More and more of me revealed Shortest skirts to lengthen thighs Rims of black around my eyes Unending energy I fake For now so high they put the stakes All this and more for a glimpse from you What lengths cannot they drive me to? Ugly, yes, I know ...
- Poetry > Free VerseI once saw with my eyes of stone A door entitled, 'Things Unknown' Urged by Fate, I stopped, stood sentry Only the Chosen would be allowed entry First came a man with eyes afar He asked me where the windows are I gouged out his eyes and he called me unpleasant I replied, 'Tho...
- Poetry > Haiku
- Poetry > Haiku
- Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy“Mr. Cline?” A voice pierced through the blessed haze of oblivion. My thoughts scattered before me like startled deer, like the little lights at the edges of my vision that I could never seem to look at... “Mr. Cline? Is this a bad time?” It was always a bad time. In the beginning, it had...
- Fiction > Realistic Fiction“Why don't you talk more with the other girls?” I pause from peeling off my sweaty socks. My dad's looking right at me, his eyes questioning and a tiny bit worried. We're sitting in the parking lot at the soccer fields, me just having got done with a two-hour session that'...
- Poetry > Haiku
- Fiction > Historical FictionThe day Jacob came home was September 5th, 1918. His mother was weeding the garden in the front of the house when he came limping up the walkway, a bloody rag holding his thigh together, crutches supporting him on either side. It was the odd clop-thump of the alternating crutches and boot that made ...
- Poetry > Free VerseWhen I dance, can you see my face? How my eyes close and my hair tosses and my mouth stretches into a smile? 'Cause all you said was, 'You need dancing lessons.' How about when I run? Do you notice the beauty in so many parts all moving together, the exhilaration is knowing that...
- Poetry > Haiku
