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  when i mistook the machinery for livestock

  

  By lavinavasquez, Kuwait, Kuwait

  when i mistook the machinery for livestock and the clouds in the sky turned to cotton in a swimming pool and the cores dissolved into the apples while their trees' roots dissolved into the dirt this is when i retreated to a mountain in a range where the peaks were blades of scissors...
• Fiction > Fan Fiction
  The Love Story of Whitman and Dickinson

  

  By lavinavasquez, Kuwait, Kuwait

  The lighting in the library on that particular Sunday evening was dim; it was desolate, devoid of any life or sound or even a librarian behind the counter. The silence was broken only by the light, muffled footsteps of the dark-haired and tired-eyed girl making her way down each isle. She was not ou...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  equilibrium

  

  By lavinavasquez, Kuwait, Kuwait

  everything is mediocre and neutral either all across or balanced out by the extremes so you can either be content all the time or you can be very happy and very sad at the same time and you can either be adequate at everything or gifted at something and terrible at every...
• Poetry > All Poetry
  Stars

  

  By lavinavasquez, Kuwait, Kuwait

  What is there in a star more Than a pit of flaming dreams? Stolen from our somnolence And kindled at the seams. They throw upon the long night, Consumed by blind and hollow Things, scrapes of worn-out light to Illuminate sorrow And all which is silenced by Hot liquid tranquility ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  amissus imperium

  

  By lavinavasquez, Kuwait, Kuwait

  your eyelids creep down slowly to veil your looking glass and everything you think you know slips from between your fingers and everything you think you know betrays you every breath you take and every twitch of your fingers and your legs and the corners of your lips betrays you and...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Desperation

  

  By lavinavasquez, Kuwait, Kuwait

  Sitting on the sidewalk outside the supermarket was Desperation himself, an eight-year-old child with a pile of postcards in his hands. Sitting. Waiting. Out of the supermarket comes Lucinda Morrison in her leather skirt and her chiffon blouse and her high heels and her rich-person groceries. Sh...
• Poetry > All Poetry
  Clocks

  

  By lavinavasquez, Kuwait, Kuwait

  Laying on the bed facing the wall She watches the ticking of the clock. And like a dislocated bone Pops into place, the arms push each second Forward into the next, and, struggling with each tick, Pile everything into one large burden to her mind. For nothing ever changes in the mind, ...
• Poetry > Haiku
  Reality

  

  By lavinavasquez, Kuwait, Kuwait

  We live in a world in which we cannot differ between love and lust....
• Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
  New Perspectives

  

  By lavinavasquez, Kuwait, Kuwait

  Why am I here? That is the question I ask myself every morning, when I wake up to the gleaming sun in my sensitive eyes. I sit up on my cot in my white hospital gown, and look around the room, seeing all my roommates, who are around my age: thirteen to fourteen years old. Yet, I still do not fit...