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I put on a smile and don't even try to act mellow.
Radiating beams of pastels pink and yellow.
With my kind personality and fun-loving disposition,
Life seems like a breeze for the girl with no affliction.
My second color is hidden deep down inside.
I am a colorless flower among a sea of purple where I reside.
White, the loneliest color of all. The tiniest imperfections seem to stand so tall.
Like a feather in the wind, on a breeze I drift along
For there is no place where I feel that I truly belong.
Radiating beams of pastels pink and yellow.
With my kind personality and fun-loving disposition,
Life seems like a breeze for the girl with no affliction.
My second color is hidden deep down inside.
I am a colorless flower among a sea of purple where I reside.
White, the loneliest color of all. The tiniest imperfections seem to stand so tall.
Like a feather in the wind, on a breeze I drift along
For there is no place where I feel that I truly belong.
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human...no more
Human...no more
Struck like a blade it will silence you, seeing you as no friend.
Ghostly it wanders the lands seeking an answer.
What went wrong, where is it, what is it.
It cannot be found, it never gets seen or heard, but it does leave a trail.
You can follow it all you want, but you won't be following for long.
Children are afraid of its name, though their parents tell no one.
You can look for ways to stop it though you are bound to fail.
Weapons won't stop it, shields won't halt it, and people only get in its way.
There kind no longer exists, yet it still walks.
Seeking what you and they ask, yet only one knows.
It is said to
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History of a Heart
I looked at her looking away and I said,
“If I only here one thing from you let it be that I am the only one you’ll ever need,”
She turned her back and said,
“Don’t you know by now I can’t ever tell you that?
This life is too short for you and I,
So please forgive me if I don’t drop it for you,
If you ever cared you wouldn’t ask again,”
“How can you say that when we are so close?
I think about you always and I am always here,
Whenever you’ve needed me so you know I care,
It wouldn’t be much different from now but,
For a stronger bond and a different title!”
“
Literature
Humans
She likes to think she could bury him. She likes to imagine a place she can visit and know he is near, even if it’s only skin and bones. At least he’d be near. But, she imagines him lying in a field somewhere in France, his beautiful skin ravaged by different carrion. She imagines him alone and it kills her more than the telegraph did.
How out of place that telegraph had seemed. It came on a perfectly ordinary Wednesday morning. Shouldn’t the world have ended the moment he stopped breathing? Shouldn’t she have known? Why had she needed a telegraph to tell her the news, when she should have felt it?
Her mother, a self
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Cover art by Vincent Van Gogh
a poem where you chose two different colors that represent two aspects of your personality.
I chose to write about the two different sides to me: My happy exterior and my more depressed side. I have always been glad to be surrounded by friends, but recently i have taken notice to that I don't fit in anywhere. even at the play theatre, where i used to feel that i most belonged, I find my self more often than not sitting alone as everyone else groups up or sitting silently in conversations where i don't a thing about whatever one else is talking about.
even my two best friends, i've realized recently, that i have only a little in common with them.
maybe I'm just being stupid
sorry for the rant
Poem by me
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