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Focus forces to liftfrom the blur your sharp hazeleyes.Infinite, hollow innuendos suspendthe formless fiction oflove.Curves correspond andriftin symmetry, like flowerpedals.Time loses its context and

Isolation nothing newbut normally from a zero-momentum reference frame.The brain is relaxed using only ten percent less eventhan approval ratings of sociopathic politiciansposing via conditioned synap

All I Know of HateChapter TwoEverything truly beautiful is inaccessible. I would very much like to skydive here, to just break the airplane window right now and bend and twist ...

Once a glorious flowerThe red rose withersIts petals fallingLike leaves in autumnOnce a tall proud stemIs now stooped and shriveledGlossy emerald green now brownFragile and limp, clinging to fading li

Hello, I'm a new member here so forgive me if this isn't the correct place to request a critique.I am a computer animation major and I have a thesis with ...

Dark hair swaying like seaweedA Siren sits perched on a rockShrouded in a fine mistShe opens her mouth to singHer voice fills the airA high haunting melodyMingling with the rhythm ...

Two weeks passed without a second incident.Since Patty was too poor to afford repairs and Jack had never nailed a board in his life, the hole remained as is. Nobody ...

Spoiler! : Author's Note: Back in 2007, I started a still-unfinished novel that was basically a collection of six interconnecting novellas. This is the first half of the first novella, ...

I laugh.I smile.I giggle.Flashback.Everything.The laugh turns to silence.Want to talk, shout.Just can't.Save me.I'm a bird flying into a storm.told as Emilie

If you knew me you would understand.I have secrets you've never heard of.Buried deep.I'm trying to forget.Can I yet?Even when you're blindfolded your eyes are open.

I glance out the window full of colorI transfer my gaze to the black and white photographs of a once-happy-familyI wonder if they will ever be peaceful againI find my ...

Spoiler! : Cheerfully dedicated to my clueless, annoying stalker. Though 100 times more harmless than the one in the poem, I'll still gladly kick his butt any day. I know ...

[I tried to re-write something I wrote a long time ago and unfortunately, I don't like the way it turned out. I'd love it if you read through this though ...

PLEASE help me out with edits on this story. I just wrote it wanted to share it with all of you! Lay on the edits!

All I Know of HateChapter OneWhen I picture paradise, the first thing that comes to mind is birds. They flit from tree to tree, glinting red as ripe strawberries, green ...