An Ongoing RivalryI have an ongoing rivalry with the lightswitch in my room. We battle every night, and the light switch wins most of the time. If you're an English major or just a smart student, I bet you're thinking that I can't sleep at night or I need the light on or something. This isn't the case, although it might make for a classic crazy person story where the protagonist is presumed to be out of his or her mind, and then they somehow end up saving the day and getting the soulmate of their dreams to kiss them passionately in the rain or on the beach with their toes in the warm sand... But in my story, this surely isn't the case.An Ongoing Rivalry in General Non-Fiction More Like This
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I Opened The WindowI opened the window because I wanted to smell life. Taste life. Feel it on my face in the form of soft wind on an autumn night. But in wanting that feeling instead of just experiencing it because it was there, opening the window became a sad activity instead of a happy one.I Opened The Window in General Non-Fiction More Like This
And when I closed the window, silence took over again, and only the soft ticking of an invisible clock was heard. The tick of the clock in my mind.
I took a step away from the window, past the shower door, glittering with droplets of water, and took a good look at myself in the mirror as I heard a plane pass overhead somewhere in the night sky. I saw a sparkle in my eyes
Let's Play A GameLet's Play A GameLet's Play A Game in Free Verse More Like This
Let's play a game,
Called 'Tug of War'.
Better yet, let's play this game,
Just to burn me to the core.
You hold the left,
He'll hold the right.
And now both of you can tug at my heart,
All day and all night.
He has the strength to pull,
You have the love to care.
This battle is pointless,
My heart's gonna tear.
For him, he's cold,
Some say his heart's polar.
But when he says he loves me,
I fear he's Bipolar.
You though, what are you?
Is there one word to use to say?
I'm afraid not.
There's much to many words for Rae.
Keep playing this game,
Where you both try to win.
It won't matter who I choose,
A short little, painful poem.After finding out that time has gone to waste,A short little, painful poem. in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
My heart gets confused and my brain turns to paste.
After I've slaved for only bruises and cuts,
I now realize that love hates my guts.