loudnonesense

I had to write an extended metaphor for my English class about being a teenager.Constructive criticism is appreciated Being a teenager is swinging on a swing. Back and forth, back ...

It's falling apart.Our friendship.You assume, you accuse.I assume, I accuse.You snap and break.I'm already broken.We can't let our limbs break Like branches.It's going through a storm,

Written by April Halprin WaylandThis is a short novel in poems. The poems are simple, sweet and to the point. However, the emotion and imagery behind these poems is magnificent. ...

February.Thirty-something hours since I first steps in America.Chicago. O'Hare Airport. 2002.The only words I knew were yes and noMaybe a greeting.I felt small. Smaller than aSeven year old should fee

Faces From The PastI tore them off.Tore them off Mercilessly off the walls.I tore off the faces from the past.They were only haunting memories now.Meaningless.Faceless.Faceless.They screamedAnd they h

thoughts clouded my mindlike paint from a brushdiffusing in clear waterclouding ittarnishing veins pulsedmy blood rushedi shook, silently but violentlylike an aeroplane in turbulencestorm clouds veile