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  You Are

  

  By Mabish3, Stratford, CT

  Sometimes it feels like you are space And I am the object that stands in your way. I am the matter that doesn’t matter, And you are the lack of me. You are the breeze through the open door That leads to my chaos, But if I’m being honest today, I say that I prefer your storm against my win...
• Fiction > Romance
  Frozen

  

  By Mabish3, Stratford, CT

  Though the day is bitterly cold and there is snow slowly falling, there are still a good number of people who are walking along the same path through the park that I am. Couples, families, and lone joggers with dogs shuffle around me and each other, and through the small clusters of pedestrians in ...
• Poetry > All Poetry
  I am Bic Pentameter.

  

  By Mabish3, Stratford, CT

  Though I practice moving in time with the flow Of rhythms and beats I'm sure you must know, More often than not, I am scrambling through - A verse without meter, just following you. I'm a loose bit of poetry, no whim or desire, Without meaning or color or passion or fire, A string o...
• Poetry > All Poetry
  What Else is There?

  

  By Mabish3, Stratford, CT

  Now perhaps there may be more More than hazy light that shines through dirty glass Smudging the walls with pallid yellow strokes - There may be more, there may be more, More than the hollow faces that you pass; There may be more to model and destroy, And more than all the wrinkles on your face...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Instances

  

  By Mabish3, Stratford, CT

  It took me 15 years and 364 days to turn 16, three tries to pass my driving test, and several months of nonsense to finally earn the right to drive on my own. It takes a song and a half to get out of the school’s hellish parking lot at the end of the day, until the second chorus of “Sweet Chi...