I read banned books
Books that stir up trouble and thoughts
Books that force people to look at what they don't want to seeI read banned books
Books which cause parents to shut their hands over the eyes of their children
Books which the government don't want the masses to readI read banned books
I read Rowling, Lee, Hurston, Morrison, Frank, and Myers
I read Steinbeck, Huxley, Paterson, Chaucer, and Orwell
I read Hinton, Fitzgerald, Bradbury, Conrad, and CarrollI read banned books and hunger for more
Wicked beauty
Encased in ice
Still jewel of crimson
Porcelain skin
Perfectly intact
Forever frozen in time
With a face so serene
Unchanging for all time
Unending perfection
A marvelous work
For me and me alone
My precious beauty
For eternity
I shall admire you
I shall love you
Soon I will join you
In unending perfection
Blissful in undeath
For eternity
My wicked love
Rachel sat at her desk and tried to convince herself it was only heartburn but the tingling in her left arm didn’t go away. The pain in her chest intensified while her phone buzzed with a call from her son. This can’t be happening. At thirty-seven she was the youngest executive at the law firm. She had a loving husband, two kids in high school, and she finally finished paying off her student loans.
She reached for her office phone to call for help but fell over at her desk. By the time the ambulance got there it was no use. She awoke to a bright light and, after several seconds of rubbing her eyes, she was able to see ag...
I am deliriously happy
in my realistic wholesome dream
I lay in fields of poppies
and talk with the forget-me notsLittle Secrets whispered back and forth,
told me what your father did
and I giggled,
but was horrified inside by the thought...but can you hold the tulip's hand
when she is feeling down?Mother says it is too late
even for the sun.
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.All stand for the precious rose
beauty in such silence.Oh glorious rose,
teach me your poise,
vivid colors and suchYou are of the utmost elegance
and I bow to you.Green hand-like stems
so fragile run through my coarse hair
and I am filled with a nervous anticipation.As the chrysanthem...
I want to dive into a nebula swimming with the starsthe cosmos enveloping melike waterI want to feel the warmthof the celestial lightspurity in the coldnessof the deepI want to come up for breathin the sky of a gas giantwhere multicolored rings fill the horizonand the shimmering glowcalls me homeI want to dive into a nebulaand become a child of the stars
