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I occasionally stare out my window
at the constant rain, wondering if it’s
really there. Sometimes I know it is,
due to my mother’s complaining about
how much the basement’s gonna flood.
I’d love for it to stop, but I’m not sure
if I need it to.
His chances at survival were
bleak. The resources he had at
his disposal were dwindling in
count. His exposure to light was
limited, and he became more
comfortable with the darkness.
The concrete floor was his only
friend, one who was selfless, and
didn’t need any of the so very valuable
water to survive. In his final moments,
he was grateful for that floor.
at the constant rain, wondering if it’s
really there. Sometimes I know it is,
due to my mother’s complaining about
how much the basement’s gonna flood.
I’d love for it to stop, but I’m not sure
if I need it to.
His chances at survival were
bleak. The resources he had at
his disposal were dwindling in
count. His exposure to light was
limited, and he became more
comfortable with the darkness.
The concrete floor was his only
friend, one who was selfless, and
didn’t need any of the so very valuable
water to survive. In his final moments,
he was grateful for that floor.
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On Writing
all the words
all the senses
all the dirt and smell and roughness
the bursting heart
fresh cold water
CRASH of waves and then the ache within
trickling nothing tears and itching legs
all these things
someone wrote them, a bit.
How can you tell anyone
else? How can you thrust
the living today
into someone else's soul?
This is just a nut in a banana leaf.
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So What's Wrong?
I love art class, I really do.
I love to paint and draw and get amazing results.
But sometimes I can't help but not want to be there.
Sometimes, I hate it.
No one talks to me.
Then again, I have my headphones on.
No one knows me that well.
But, I seclude myself from everyone else.
It's really boring at times.
I never integrate myself in their conversation.
My teacher barely gives me criticism.
I don't ask a lot of questions either.
People tend to stay away from me.
Yet I always have this aura of not wanting to bothered around me.
When people pass by, I can feel their eyes on my back.
Their breath brush up behind my neck and on my s
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Fear by Definition
What is this? I thought to myself, An aura of intimidation? My grip tightens around my twin half-blades that I have in front of me, reverse weilded. Breath. I empty my thoughts as my face becomes blank, I try to loosen up. Left, right, left, right, under, methodical movements. Just breath. Dodge the swipe, then the spear, move forward as your doing so, up and over. Swap the gun and pull the trigger. She's getting cocky, so I keep the pressure.
Adrenaline racing, I dodge a sweep from her blade, stopping and directing momentum to my feet, bouncing off the ground and lunging past her, a singular blade slicing in motion. I see a spray o
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