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• Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
  Ivy and Roses

  

  By IfLifeGivesYouLemons, Sacramento, CA

  The ground blurs underneath my feet as I race over the field, my feet pushing hard over the dry patches of wintertime ground. Cold dry air stings my face and my lungs begin to cramp with pain as I pile the pressure onto my legs, desperately sprinting to put distance between myself and my pursuer. As...
• Poetry > Ballad
  Lifetime of Colors

  

  By IfLifeGivesYouLemons, Sacramento, CA

  Crimson is passion and love and desire Grey is modesty, dignity, sadness and tire Orange warmth and flamboyancy, raging with bright Yellow is illness and hazard, but hope, joy and light Green is healthy and lucky and the color of Earth Also youth and renewal, and a symbol of birth Blue is a ...
• Poetry > Ballad
  The Downfall of Beauty

  

  By IfLifeGivesYouLemons, Sacramento, CA

  A crystal flower caked in mud Weeds outgrow a fresh green bus Threads of gold a knotted mess A butterfly an ugly pest The world today is harsh and cruel With beauty stamped down into gruel Serenity strangled by the neck Delicacy a horrid wreck Have you seen untouched landscape? Unhinder...
• Poetry > Ballad
  Two o Clock

  

  By IfLifeGivesYouLemons, Sacramento, CA

  Two o clock in the afternoon Tick, tick, tick He waits patiently in the room Click, click, click The candles snuffed, the curtains shut Black, black, black A blade of all the most fearsome cut Hack, hack, hack The doorbell rings, some voices heard Leave, leave, leave He stands are raises u...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Forgive Me

  

  By IfLifeGivesYouLemons, Sacramento, CA

  I refresh my browser page again, tapping my fingers nervously as it loads. There’s been no change. You continue to keep me in suspense. You said “maybe” only a few hours ago, but I feel as though I’ve been waiting for weeks. I want you to accept this. I want to know things are all right b...
• Poetry > Ballad
  The Quaint Unseen Dear Rose of Green

  

  By IfLifeGivesYouLemons, Sacramento, CA

  The rose of green shines as a queen With emerald luster petals gleam A subtle beauty few have seen The awe that is a rose of green Angelic love, so clear and clean Romantic as an ocean scene With beauty stolen from a dream Breathtaking is the rose of green. Dainty as a diamond dream Bri...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Deception

  

  By IfLifeGivesYouLemons, Sacramento, CA

  Fire devours It crawls slowly, patiently along its prey, licking up the helpless matter Wafes of flames lap out gracefully, claiming what lies ahead as their own So fluid, so graceful, so lovely, entrancing, enchanting, endearing… The bright, inviting light glows with warmth shining with welc...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  Mathmatical Woes

  

  By IfLifeGivesYouLemons, Sacramento, CA

  x. y. 1 484, 489457, 92, 6, 3, 13. Squared, cubed, the power of 8. a squared times b to the power of 5. Quotient. Polynomial. Bi, tri, poly, mono. Supercalifradjalisticexpealadocious. The square root of mars divided by the time vortex. The square of pi times 7 and factored into 9. Nonsense! Absu...
• Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
  December 21st, 2012

  

  By IfLifeGivesYouLemons, Sacramento, CA

  Life has given me lemons. I’ve made all of my lemonade. What now? There’s nothing left. There’s coffee left. Hot, black coffee. Searing my throat, bringing tears to my eyes with ferocious bitterness, filling my body with black. Coffee is meant to be drunk grimly, without a smile. I surely h...
• Poetry > Ballad
  Where Is Despair?

  

  By IfLifeGivesYouLemons, Sacramento, CA

  I miss my old sadness I miss the emotional whirlwind I miss when my thoughts and feelings were rampant I miss the challenge of trying to mend I’m happy now; all my problems resolved All of my problems except for one This problem stems from a life that’s so boring A life in green meadows...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  A Cup of Coffee and a Good Book

  

  By IfLifeGivesYouLemons, Sacramento, CA

  “You’re crazy for waking up early when there’s no school”, they said. “Why don’t you get out of the house, get a life?” they ask. “That sounds so boring and dull”, they said. And I smile. They can critique all they want, but it won’t make a difference. They’ve nev...
• Poetry > Haiku
  The Woman

  

  By IfLifeGivesYouLemons, Sacramento, CA

  She sits tall and proud Exuding wisdom and knowledge gained through countless years...
• Poetry > Haiku
  Passing Away

  

  By IfLifeGivesYouLemons, Sacramento, CA

  Life’s lemons given All of the lemonade made Time then takes your life...
• Poetry > Haiku
  A Haiku

  

  By IfLifeGivesYouLemons, Sacramento, CA

  Powerful message Confined to so little words Such is the allure...
• Poetry > Haiku
  You and Your Life

  

  By IfLifeGivesYouLemons, Sacramento, CA

  But what if your life Was empty, cold, desolate Would you still be you?...
• Fiction > Romance
  Last Words

  

  By IfLifeGivesYouLemons, Sacramento, CA

  If you are reading this paper, I am dead. As I write, I have mere hours to live. Only hours more to spend in this dark, closed room before I will feel the cold metal against my throat and the warm gush of blood that must follow. The date is set. My end awaits. However cruel my fate will prove to ...
• Fiction > Romance
  After 40 Years

  

  By IfLifeGivesYouLemons, Sacramento, CA

  Some things have no end. The sky, for instance, has no end. Time has no end. Numbers have no end. My loneliness has no end. The sky is gray today. Sun blocked out by the rolling charcoal clouds. There’s not enough light here- not in the sky, not in my soul. The clouds forever loom above me,...
• Poetry > Haiku
  Why Do You Love Me?

  

  By IfLifeGivesYouLemons, Sacramento, CA

  Why do you love me? “Why need there be a reason?”, You asked, and I left....
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Perfect Imperfection

  

  By IfLifeGivesYouLemons, Sacramento, CA

  Certain things in life are perfect But no one cares about those I don’t care about the clear blue sky or a fresh fluffy bathrobe Boring I care about the perfectly imperfect I care when hearts are broken and lives are changed I care when there is pain and death; don’t we all? When things a...
• Poetry > All Poetry
  Soaked in His Own Blood

  

  By IfLifeGivesYouLemons, Sacramento, CA

  Soaked in his own blood Shot with his own gun Stabbed with his own knife Beaten in his own fight Traitorous, murderous, treacherous schemes Turned against him and painted the sad, bloody scene A friend turn and snatched the knife from his own belt While his back turned away, the blow to him...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  The Wall

  

  By IfLifeGivesYouLemons, Sacramento, CA

  “Wall”, I said, to the tall, stone wall. “Why do you stand there, as you do? Why do you sit so still and never move? Why do you do what you do?” The wall said nothing. I walked away. The next day, I returned. The wall was still there. “Wall”, I said. “You are still here. I hav...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Night of Romance

  

  By IfLifeGivesYouLemons, Sacramento, CA

  You asked me to dance with you And I said yes You took my hand, led me out to the floor And we danced You said I looked beautiful And I blushed pink I told you, you looked better, and you said Not possible The instruments sang to us Us, side by side Your hand on my waist, mine on your shou...
• Poetry > Ballad
  School Dance

  

  By IfLifeGivesYouLemons, Sacramento, CA

  Standing in the room alone Well out of social dancing zone Lights are flashing, music pounding The drumming in my head confounds me I regret the decision to come to this place I see not a single familiar face Strangers swarm all around No advice on what to do is found I should have just ...
• Poetry > Ballad
  Such a Lovely Winter's Day

  

  By IfLifeGivesYouLemons, Sacramento, CA

  Winds whip swirls of ice around Tossing snow up from the ground Blue skies covered up in grey But despite the drear, our moods stay gay The air is cold with chilly bite Freezing up some icy sights The pine trees are all capped in snow that glitters and sparkles, so white it glows A stea...
• Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
  Three Hundred Years Later

  

  By IfLifeGivesYouLemons, Sacramento, CA

  I still remember my time in London. That horrible, wretched time. I was poor…so poor that I’d come close to death by starvation many a time. My mother and father were cruel. So cruel that every night, I lay awake and dreamed about running away. I had no siblings, no friends. Of course, that coul...