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  Within the Cold

  

  By leaf44, Rehoboth, MA

  It’s cold outside, too cold to stay, and we watch everyone file inside where there is warmth, where a fire still burns for them, where light still shines for them. But not us, no, we stay outside in the winter cold where ice still clings and the birds don’t sing anymore. We stay ou...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Dear Leaves

  

  By leaf44, Rehoboth, MA

  I can see you. Watching me. Up there, nice and high, too high for me to reach, up there, within the trees. Your voices whisper like a flutter of an echo, straining out to me. Dear Leaves, Are you afraid like me? Is that why you cry out? Are you calling, shouting for my help, and...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  The Words I Will Not Write

  

  By leaf44, Rehoboth, MA

  These are the words That I will not write This is the poem That I will not pen. This is the page That ink will not mar. This is the blank abyss That color will not stain. I will not etch it out In words plain to see For it is not something One can read. These are the words That I ...
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  Cadence of the Mind

  

  By leaf44, Rehoboth, MA

  A cadence does play, In the background, Of every day, Heightening with sound, To form the mangled say, Of emotions drowned. High notes trilling, Above the beat, Of bass drums filling, The expanse to meet, A melody that’s killing, The harmony in its deceit. Provoking the heart, To...
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  I Am From

  

  By leaf44, Rehoboth, MA

  I am from my father’s voice, Reading smoothly lines, Even though I don’t understand yet, While cradled in his arms. I am from my mother’s mind With swirling imagination And a raw creativity Before she realizes it herself. I am from young nights spent awake, Lying silently and stil...
• Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
  Rights

  

  By leaf44, Rehoboth, MA

  The knife was cold against his skin, skimming over it lightly. The man locked eyes with him, only inches away. He rested the edge of the blade against his collarbone. The boy swallowed hard, feeling sweat drip down his back. He was cornered against the wall, his hands empty and his back pressed ...
• Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
  Knife and Heart

  

  By leaf44, Rehoboth, MA

  When I was eight years old I took my father’s knife in the middle of the night. It was resting on the same shelf that it was always resting on, the one above the stone fireplace that we used to heat our home. We lived in a simple house with three rooms and a loft. My brothers slept in the loft,...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Gifts

  

  By leaf44, Rehoboth, MA

  They say it’s a gift I say it’s a curse They are one in the same Synonyms with different names. Genius comes with detriments. Brains rewired in more ways than one They only see the good But inside I hide the bad Perfect does not exist A flipside to every coin. Look deeper and you�...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Death

  

  By leaf44, Rehoboth, MA

  Breathing shallow, Blood seeping from a wound, Cuts cross your fingers, And eyes dance with fire. Rain pours down, Clouds fill the sky, Blocking the sunlit rays, From reaching down to you. Familiar faces, Fading from memory, And an ever-present rhythm slows, Until it stops. Tears s...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  On the Edge of Night

  

  By leaf44, Rehoboth, MA

  You steal through the night, Never stopping to linger, Barely slipping through, My outstretched fingers. Come back now, Stand in the light, Instead you ripple and fade, Forcing me to fight. My eyes wide open, And I don’t see a thing. Close them and I might, Hear a distant ring. Y...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Would We Know

  

  By leaf44, Rehoboth, MA

  If all we knew was pain, If sadness haunted every day, If there was no sun and only rain, Would we know it if we saw a shining ray?...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Ravine

  

  By leaf44, Rehoboth, MA

  Joy and misery, For all to see, Awaiting there, Across the deep ravine. Why do you say, Out of all there is, The words you chose, To form the bridge. Unsteady and wavering, The bricks not strong, The railing broken, The logs short, not long. Can’t you hear, The distant call, Of...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  No Longer

  

  By leaf44, Rehoboth, MA

  You will not do this. Not to me. Not again. Not this time. Not anymore. I refuse. I decline. I will not follow, Those steps, Through this life. Not again. Not this time. Not anymore. You aren’t me. I’m not you. Yet you breathe my name, As if it’s yours. Your eyes shine...
• Fiction > All Fiction
  One-Way Window

  

  By leaf44, Rehoboth, MA

  I am captured once again by the enormous yellow beast they call a school bus. I hear the unrelenting chatter of those around me, but I do not take part. I glide through my classes, my expression never changing, my eyes never losing their dazed look. I take notes, read passages, do worksheets, all...
• Fiction > Action-Adventure
  Joey, Mike, & Sarah

  

  By leaf44, Rehoboth, MA

  Joey I heaved the bag of trash over my shoulder and carried it down the movie theater hallway to the back door. The keys threatened to slip over the side of my pocket, but in that position, there was nothing I could do about it. The stupid movie theater uniform limited my movements and was pro...
• Poetry > Ballad
  Blue-Green Waves

  

  By leaf44, Rehoboth, MA

  The blue-green waves crash down, And out comes foam and spray. All of the castles and trenches, Are blown and washed away. Here all is calm and at peace, But across the sea, farther out, The water is choppy and rough, And to speak is only to shout. But you must ride out the storm, And m...
• Poetry > Ballad
  Colors of the Ocean

  

  By leaf44, Rehoboth, MA

  The colors of the ocean, Of course are blue and green, And if you really looked, Some purple you have seen. But there is also more, Orange and yellow are two, And there’s always red, This is the sunset’s hue. You see the water’s depths, And the sunsets light. Two opposites that ...
• Poetry > Ballad
  Time is an illusion

  

  By leaf44, Rehoboth, MA

  Time is an illusion, A thing that people made. No present past or future, Only memories that fade. A day is but a measure, A tool we use to count. In a never ending cycle, Of hours that amount. Whether darkness obscures, In star-speckled night, Or the warm yellow sun, Brings brillia...
• Fiction > Action-Adventure
  Blood

  

  By leaf44, Rehoboth, MA

  He looked at the man. The man kept glaring at him. His gaze dropped to the ground. He stared at the gray tile floor. He could feel the man still watching him intently. He looked up again and finally contented to meet the man’s unwavering eyes. “No,” he said. “You don’t have a choi...