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Written words for the ones I cannot say
They dance across tea stained paper,
Barley touching in soft, quiet grace
Born from a pencil or a pen,
They stretch across the page,
Joining in harmony every now and then
And even if my mouth stays closed,
My hands will still remain,
Crafting the words that I cannot say.
They dance across tea stained paper,
Barley touching in soft, quiet grace
Born from a pencil or a pen,
They stretch across the page,
Joining in harmony every now and then
And even if my mouth stays closed,
My hands will still remain,
Crafting the words that I cannot say.
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with
I toyed with titles for this piece for a really long time.
Scared, terrified, shaking down to the core.
I'm so happy but sometimes can't sleep.
Encouraged, excited, ecstatic, elated...
Why I'm awake to stretch my legs,
Why my cur might pee in a U-Haul,
Why my anklet is unraveling,
Why I never want to cut my hair again,
Why I am who I am today,
Why I am a patriot,
Why I want to visit every town in this state,
Why I want to cry with my best friend,
Why I'm in love with the future,
Why I'm no longer glued to my past!
Why I'm out of bed in the morning,
Why I smile at every dirt road
If I keep walking
Down this naked walkway,
Naked myself, unkn
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short story
The whip is flying through the air. Breaking the skin of a fallen body.
This body doesn't cry out in pain or shock. It just sits there, feeling nothing at all.
It hears all the screams of ugly words. Feels the rocks' being thrown its way. Some miss but most hit hard. Hear the dull thud of them hitting hard? The body lays broken, beyond repair. Twisted and shaped into an ugly mass of nothing, because of how the people treated the body. So the body stopped caring and let them do as they wished. To let everything all go. So there is nothing left of this poor body to be shown, because no one was strong enough to NO!
By: Crystal Rose Larkin
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Life's Bitter Dark Misery
Every moment spent in fear.
And everyday in agony.
The hate you show me.
The words you tell me.
The emptiness I feel.
You punched, kicked, wrestled me.
You shouted, yelled and screamed.
You laughed, you joked, you pointed.
These were the things I feared.
I was different, unlike, diverse.
That's why you made fun of me.
I was tall.
Quiet.
Fat.
Weird.
That's why you hated me.
The cuts.
The screams.
The numbness.
That's what you caused me.
I was alone.
In the dark.
No one beside me.
Who knew what would become of me.
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I had to push myself to write something, so here it is!
It's supposed to be about writing letters/poetry/etc.. when you just don't know what to say or how to say it in person
(sorry there's no rhyme scheme )
picture is from: whatawaygook.wordpress.com
It's supposed to be about writing letters/poetry/etc.. when you just don't know what to say or how to say it in person
(sorry there's no rhyme scheme )
picture is from: whatawaygook.wordpress.com
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Beautiful! I love it!