I wonder why our boys are told that they mustn't let their souls slip out, they remain safe if it is hidden. It would be an act of horror if it were to roll down their cheek for all to see.
I wonder why our boys are told that they should blaze blue or rage red, as they throw, or catch, or tackle. The words beautiful should not be uttered about anything other than a female, especially not yourself.
I had a dream, A wonderful dream A dream as magical as fairy dust— In my dream, I saw Peter Pan With Tinker Bell by his side. I dreamed we went to Neverland, And saw Captain Hook and his maties. I also saw Native Americans, and Mermaids, too, with braids. I felt like I could fly, With dust that twinkled with a shine. I went soarin through clouds,
Congratulations to all who participated in the Fall Writing Conference in Montpelier, Vermont on Saturday, November 11! It was amazing to hear all your voices through all kinds of writing, there was so much talent to be heard!
My life is a canvas, The paints of my palette are the experiences and lessons that I have learned, And my pictures are the events that come with living. I am the artist. I'm the only one who can paint my story.
So why do other people feel the need to paint my life for me? And why do I let them?
This is my masterpiece, why am I letting these amateurs deface it?
Emotional pain is kind of like a scab on your knee~~ You sit on your bed in the dim light of your desk lamp, picking at your knee. You rupture the scab, and it starts to bleed. For the life of you, you can't make it stop. It eventually stops on its own, and as you look down, you realize the wound is smaller than when you first received it.
Calling all the Real Americans! Calling all the Real Americans! Where are you? Where are you? Have you dissapeared beneath the wave of violence and opression sneering and discriminating with the others just to blend in?
Calling all the Real Americans! Calling all the Real Americans! Have you all run away to some country where prejudice and hate is not rampant, and people
“Sexual assault is any type of sexual contact or behavior that occurs without the explicit consent of the recipient. Falling under the definition of sexual assault are sexual activities as forced sexual intercourse, forcible sodomy, child molestation, incest, fondling, and attempted rape.” Definition of sexual assault of the Department of Justice
Wonder is a glittering scratch and sniff, With two hemispheres of opposite scents, such as bitter lemon and sickly sweet cherry. But what is either trying to hide?
Perhaps, Wonder is trying to trick the human tongue, By disguising itself under a blanket of awe. For, in itself, Wonder splits neatly into the realms of two other words, And wouldn't have quite as much use in this language.
"be yourself" i did. writing is supposed to be wild writing should be the wind that tangles my hair it should be the leaves that get caught behind my ears and the grass stains on my knees. i should be tangled in my writing and stumble over my own thought. i should steer my writing where i believe it should go. hold it's hand gently and let it bring me to the destination for those
How beautifully the brush of existence Sweeps across the broad canvas of the sky, Leaving streaks of colors in compliance With the whispered wish of watching eyes. Raising a harmonious symphony, The birds cradle joy and sadness in song; As ink-black darkness spreads infinitely, Light slips from the sky, but not for too long— I catch my reflection in the window, And watch the twinkling stars dance in my eyes;
My grandfather died three years ago tomorrow. I didn't know him very well but he was loved, appreciated. And this is what I do remember:
My grandfather was day old lemon meringue pie and little plastic necklaces, brought for me. He was the smell of smoke, that eventually killed him and checkered suspenders my sister and I giggled at. He was Thanksgiving dinner at my house and an extra serving of pumpkin pie.
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