Writing
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the sweetest
I wonder what kind of mind lies behind those big brown eyes
behind her laugh, of which makes the sweetest souls swoon,
behind her smile, infectious and sugar sweet.
yet through it all,
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it’s mine, not theirs.
note: this is not targeted at anyone, it’s just my opinion :)
Writing is my pulse,
my breath,
my way of being.
They don’t own my words,
my thoughts,
my voice. -
The Spider Bite
Megan was staring out the window in the backseat of her mom’s minivan with a blank expression painted across her silent face. She shivered at the thought of spending her whole summer vacation at her grandma’s house.
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Ophelia by Millais (1851)
Why does Ophelia look so calm?
Calm in calamity, peaceful in perishing
Why does she look so calm?
She died in a fit, she died in anger
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Your Loneliness; Your Choice
People say that movies are scary
There is nothing scarier than those movies
They scream and wake up in cold sweat afterward
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Eternal Serenity - Sijo Poetry
Clouds fixed in settled explosions of amber and saffron
Clement winds tossing seaweed on the toasted flaxen sand