So you tumbled down this foul trench, ay? Reading these words means you have asked for help ONE too many times. Not appreciated, bait worm! The law and rule of goblin shack is, don’t chirp like sad lost birds! But …
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So you tumbled down this foul trench, ay? Reading these words means you have asked for help ONE too many times. Not appreciated, bait worm! The law and rule of goblin shack is, don’t chirp like sad lost birds! But …
Her hair.Cinnamon waterfallsthat drowned me.Her teeth.Thirty-two shimmeringoyster treasures.Her nose.A steep ridge ofsculpted confidence.Her laugh.Melts my stability,I crumple. Happily.She glances my way.Dark jaspers shredmy composure.She stands.A reincarnationof Venus de Milo.She’s in front of me now.Heart an alarm,mind a canvas.“Get ready for …
There are four things you need to know before you read this: In fairy tales, the heroes always are human. Honest, blunt, exploding with good intentions, golden as the sun. In fairy tales, the Fair always are evil. Tricksters, subtle, …
The line is drawn much more sharply in the sand and this is where the heart of the moral controversy lies.
They are often called “criminals” or “a threat to society” by mainstream media and politicians. They are misunderstood, looked down upon, and even hated. You’ve seen the word before—immigrant. It is used to describe those who are from unfamiliar places. …
Escape. That was the one word that made me get me out of bed each day. The one word I’d whisper into my sleeve as I walked down the school halls, hiding my face in fear of another black eye. The …
Spirit of Punk I am young, wild, and reckless. I am an anarchist. God save my family from the terrible little boy named Joe. The youngest and only boy of four and the child my parents wanted the most. My …
A quarter of your life at the light, Half of mine, waiting for the green Going somewhere, always right, Anywhere isn’t really for me (Most) Every day you shower, Left covered in dirt after I get mine Oh, poor you …
Love is like the brutal, merciless sea.It drags you deep down and ignores your plea.It is quite beautiful on the surface,But hides its true dark, hideous face. It has taken and ruined many lives,Downed them, stolen them, while the wind drives.Love …
Loving yourselfWithout the complimentsWithout the attentionIt’s so hardA lot of times we rely on othersTo make us feel beautifulWhich is so sadBecause there is so much beautyIn loving ourselves