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In the beginning, it was only a place to hide. She went in an act of desperation, wishing to immerse herself within the sound in an attempt to drown the other things. "End them with music," she said. "Things will improve," she said. "Hide beneath the sound, in the music,&quo... - Nonfiction > Personal ExperienceI lived in a yellow house until the year I turned five. While there is nothing prominently significant about this particular yellow house other than the fact I resided there for five years of my life, and although I do not consider the majority of my true growing up to have happened there, one canno...
- Nonfiction > MemoirI feel slightly self-ostracized when I look back on my childhood because it is considered very different, or “alternative” compared with the childhoods of those who I refer to as my peers. It was a time where I was completely and utterly free to do most things I wanted to do; I knew what “bein...
- Reviews > Movie ReviewsJean-Pierre Jeunet creates a magical world in “Amélie.” Audrey Tautou stars as the eccentric Amélie Poulain, who one day finds an old tin of keepsakes, returns it to its rightful place, and is inspired to do more good deeds. We follow Amélie on her journey to find the meaning of everything. ...
- Poetry > All PoetryThe small child you were you danced, no flew across the room Your wings about to come undone, you continued to live to your own music The web of childhood and make believe, so tightly strung It lived and breathed you until you, slowly, began to unwind your web Your life took a turn....
- Poetry > All PoetryThe rain that you are like, it grows on me. I can stare up into the weather (your eyes;) as it makes the journey downward But now, you're changing more than the elements (hard to follow;) The rain wipes away your path (I still think you're beautiful.)...
- Poetry > All PoetryThe swirling leaves descend on their journey; Downward, upward and all around, Spinning and flying, they surround, Twisting and flying beneath shimmering clouds. An ocean of orange, tan and red. Leaves are soft and crunch like a baked loaf of bread. Children running and laughing at the sound...
- Poetry > All PoetryAll [friendships] .deteriorating....... (feels like) e m p t y An e m p t y jar on a shelf. tight_____ly closed stu__ck _aloneliness e.m.p.t.y house em.pty life e_m_pty heart e-mpty soul i am e m p t y...
- Poetry > All PoetryMy life is a dinner table the past; empty glasses the present; those semi-full plates, filled with a bountiful feast the future; the unturned silverware, ready to be used, unsure of which to decide upon A child appears, humming a tune pulls the white cloth from the table, that has sheltere...
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