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  The Rising Sun

  

  By Anorak, Canandaigua, NY

  He stood against the horizon, brilliant as it was, a silhouette in the light of the rising sun. With no place to go, with nothing to see, with no one to be, he was only a silhouette in the light of the rising sun. He had left his home, walked away alone, a silhouette in the light of...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Whitewashed

  

  By Anorak, Canandaigua, NY

  She sat by the door of her whitewashed house, patiently waiting for the knob to turn, for the door to creak open, to be embraced and loved and told how much she was missed. She sat, remembering when she woke to find him in his uniform and a packed duffel bag. Remembering how he said he had to go; it...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Wasted Time

  

  By Anorak, Canandaigua, NY

  I sit and wait for the date to strike. It never comes. And before I know it, you’ve left with another. And when I’m gone, and you’re alone, you’ll understand. Speak my name, feel my pain, and the remorse that flows through me....
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Invisible

  

  By Anorak, Canandaigua, NY

  To where does your sight travel, but through me? And where do I hide, but in plain sight? If I were to speak, would you hear me? If I were to call your name, would you look the other way? Is it for fear? For love? For anger? Or do you simply not know how far I will go? I have alre...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  No Words

  

  By Anorak, Canandaigua, NY

  I try to explain, but I think of no words. So I stand to the side, and let you pass. And every day, I watch you laugh and smile and socialize with everyone except me. I try to explain, but I think of no words. So I stand to the side, and let you pass. And when I hear your name, my...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  The Cycle

  

  By Anorak, Canandaigua, NY

  Time pushes forward to bring about new life. Flowers blossom, leaves are reborn, from the ashes of their killer. And like a phoenix, they rise again. And soon the sun rises high, placing beauty under its spotlight, bearing witness to the birth of perfection. Yet as it can be created,...