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• Poetry > Limerick
  Push, Push, Push

  

  By Miss_Lady, Cairo, NY

  Slowly she walks through the halls, Ignoring the taunts and the cruel calls. She raises her chin high As she promises herself she will not say goodbye. The girl refuses to run away; It is here she will stay. They reach out with greedy fingers. Retracting their claws and replacing them wit...
• Poetry > Limerick
  Vision

  

  By Miss_Lady, Cairo, NY

  What is this world we see when we open our eyes? A world of uncertainty and vicious attacks. We live like savages, like cannibals, like wolves on a hunt in a pack. We have vision and yet we don't see. We're all the same: him, her, you and me. You claim you understand but what abou...
• Poetry > Limerick
  If I Pulled The Trigger

  

  By Miss_Lady, Cairo, NY

  I called out for help But no one heard me above the roar. My heart beats fast and my whole body is sore. What would happen if I pulled the trigger tonight? There would be no more pain Just the pierce of the bullet. Can it be true I'm becoming insane? I'm aching and burning. The...
• Fiction > Romance
  My Darling Abigail

  

  By Miss_Lady, Cairo, NY

  Jaxon almost approached her. Even from a distance he’d recognize that face anywhere. She was the epitome of beauty, of kindness, of all things society considered good. She had beautiful, curly black hair that fell down her back perfectly, long dark lashes that framed bright blue eyes and a smile t...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  "Cool"

  

  By Miss_Lady, Cairo, NY

  Fighting with a father, a mother, a brother – NOT COOL. Saying the word ‘love’ when you don’t know the meaning—NOT COOL. Avoiding the truth even though it hurts—NOT COOL. Being someone you’re not just to fit in—NOT COOL. Listening to screaming voices bouncing back and forth; a mi...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  The Senses Of Silence

  

  By Miss_Lady, Cairo, NY

  The silence screams Like the agonizing sound Of a weeping child. The bitter taste of unwanted attention, Of the blood in my mouth. The smell of inevitable death, Of sadness, of longing. The sight of an abandoned building, Destroyed and Deserted. The feeling of loneliness; Clawing away at my...