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The world as I last knew it has faded, The stars have lost their color, And the sun its brightness, I sit still in the darkness surrounding me, And begin to cry. I think of how at one time, Everything was together, The world seemed so sweet, And not so selfish, Everything was whole and no... - Poetry > Free VerseHeartbrokenness is dark timber wolf gray, It smells like dirty manure, It tastes like un-brushed morning breath, It sounds like old slow quiet music in the background of a horror movie, It feels like falling into a deep dark pit filled with poisonous snakes, It looks like fresh road kill in the...
- Poetry > Free VerseLove tastes like strawberries and cream lifesavers Sweet and long lasting, Love looks like people with their lids shopping for Christmas Chaotic yet happy and fun, Love smells like walking by a sweet vanilla perfume tester and into an axe display, Love feels good like a fresh layer of lotion ...
- Poetry > LimerickThere once was a sad little lily, It came from St.Mily It talked as if it were dead, Picked at the head, That poor little lily of St.Mily....
- Fiction > Realistic FictionI breathe it in. It is cool, crisp, and raw. So cool it stings my sensitive teeth. So crisp it crunches. So raw I can taste dead. I smell, bad idea. Strong scents tickle the inside of my nose. I open my eyes. Mistake. It burns. I feel them redden and swell. The November air is a sign of death. We...
- Opinion > DiscriminationI believe that cartoons teach kids and some adults many different stereotypes. Some of the one’s that I would like to address are: People of color are portrayed as bad (stealers, lazy, poor, dumb, mean, etc.). Men are often hero’s (Spiderman, Superman, Batman, Wolverine, etc.). Women are normall...
- Fiction > All FictionThe dark cold ground beneath me crunches with every step. I faintly remember how I got here. I remember it was a sad day. The sky was ash black. He was beside me. His dark, warm arm wrapping around my waist. Pulling me closer. His soft, dark eyes scanning the horizon. I remember the murmur of "...
- Poetry > Free VerseThe x-ray comes through, Instead of bone it is organs, Instead of black and white it is colored, Lots of red, Except one thing, My heart is black, My heart is black. Black and broken, They say that that is what is wrong, Broken three times, I want to sew it back together, Sew it back to...
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