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Micah's Bad Day“I'm sorry! How many times do I have to tell you?” Micah asked, cringing as he dodged yet another object flung by Jei Dun.Micah's Bad Day6 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
“You called me BIRD BOY, Micah! The hell's with that? You know...” Jei's shouting quieted down suddenly for a brief moment as the words caught in his throat. His arm fell, as did the look on his face. “...Micah, you know how much it hurts when people make fun of me because of that.”
Yes, Micah knew. And he felt terrible about it. “Look, I already said I was sorry... What more can I do?” He couldn't take back the words, that was for sure.
The look that suddenly cam
The Written WordThe written word is wondrous in it's primeThe Written Word6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The glory of the ages past abound
For ink and paper forming wit and rhyme
To spring from open lips as soulful sound
An art perfected in the days of yore
Blank canvas soon adorned in blackest ink
A siren song that sings of those before
As deep into the realms of lore you sink
When man and woman first began to write
Their wisdom was preserved for us to know
As changing, yet unchanging as the night
The echoes of the past forever show
But to the pen a blade cannot compare
As instrument of chaos and despair
Youthful EyesUnderneath the maple tree,Youthful Eyes6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I glanced at you and you smiled at me.
I can remember when it was a sapling,
cradled in your hand,
and we wanted answers to everything
we wished to understand.
We were children once,
playing beneath those vibrant leaves.
We were wild, and we were reckless;
before time became a thief.
I remember when the magpies laughed,
high up on their perch;
Not sure what we were looking for,
we began to search.
The birds kept us company,
keen eyes upon our backs,
until my father’s shots rang out
with a splitting crack.
Their bodies floated like feathers
onto the gentle ground,
and, teary-eyed, we buried them,
our treasure
Redeeming Grace: My First DreamOne night, I had a dream.Redeeming Grace: My First Dream6 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was in a dark place. The walls were bare cinder block that was stained with some kind of seeping moisture. The rest of the details swam in the half-formed mist of dreaming, blurring and twisting into a general impression of hopelessness.
My mother’s face rose before me. Her cheekbones stood out sharply in a too-thin face and her eyes were sunken into deep bruises of skin. Still, she looked at peace. She smiled at me, reaching out to touch my face.
“Good bye, Gracie,” she whispered, her blue-green eyes full of pain and love. With a swish of her white dress, she turned away from me and walk
RainRain10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The Rain drags its way
Along the dark and stormy sky.
All to be seen is gray
A Rain lost is hard to find.
He lashes and lashes, blind but proud,
Hoping that it will find its path
But he got lost within the crowd
The Thunder's roar and Lightning's wrath.
Honestly, he thought to himself one day,
Wincing through the thunder's roar.
How come humans are so a sway,
Staring at lightning, all in awe.
And Thunder's growl, it snorted out loud
What's there to admire?
All it is a really rude sound,
All a belly's desire.
Me, however, I give life
And water to those who need
I might not be as bright
As the sun, She Who Fleed
I come in al
LettersI write your nameLetters11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
In sloppy, slanted, drawn-together letters
Scrawled out on open air
Even in my sleep
Because it's all I can remember
SummerNights spent on the swing set,Summer6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wishing on the stars.
Lying in the road,
Screaming at strange cars.
Truck beds full of laughter,
Basking in the sun.
Playing games with flowers,
Innocent, childish fun.
Dancing with the raindrops,
Swimming in the creek.
Songs sung from the rooftop,
Hours of hide and seek.
Monster drinks and Hershey bars,
Games of tag until the dawn.
Dreaming of the future,
Remembering moments gone.
Seasons come and seasons go,
Present time becomes the past.
No matter how I wished it so,
Summer could not last.
The Other Side of WonderlandWatch the way the words flow,The Other Side of Wonderland6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dark colors spilling from my pen.
Molding a new existence,
One very few could live within.
Don't venture in too deeply,
Nothing is as it seems.
Sick twisted creatures thrive here,
This place that haunts my dreams.
Poisoned are the pretty things,
Sweetness, an evil foe.
My muse is dark and nasty,
Only seeds of evil grow.
Wonderland needs a rainbow,
My pen needs colored ink.
I try to capture beauty,
Yet, my words all fade and shrink.
NovaWe live such fragile livesNova7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like lanterns:
So beautiful, burning bright
With incomprehensible wonder and energy,
Yet as willing to shine as to shatter
Into glimmering bits of glass.
Although the cold wind's hand
Has reached in and extinguished your flame,
I will always remember your light,
Your warmth, and your passion
When I gaze at the stars above
Somewhere in ScandinaviaShe stands barefoot on broken glassSomewhere in Scandinavia5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and precious stones,
wearing white cotton
with crumpled cuffs and collar.
Unbuttoned at the neck
and the leg,
her shirt billows with the wind,
making shapes of her silhouette
that exaggerates the size of the space
between her thighs.
Under a conifer tree
in a forest-full of them,
she feels the frost on bare breasts,
and in the black tangled length of her hair.
Her vast dark eyes are sunken
and stare in one direction.
She swore she saw a man there
standing in the freezing wind
that turns her pink lips pale.
Blue EyesAt the very moment I looked into your eyes,Blue Eyes6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I found myself lost in a clear expanse of sky.
And a hope grew within me, an unfathomable seed,
That sprouted under your sunlight into a confused, quiet need.
I flourished and I blossomed, such an inexplicable truth,
My icy heart was melting; oh it flowed just for you.
And, though I couldn’t understand what passion my heart could beat for,
I felt it beating for you; you just asked for more.
You kissed me once, then you held me and grinned,
And blew away from me, darling, like a cruel winter’s-wind.
You left without a word, with not a tear or a frown;
Where do I search now for one that
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