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It's more of a story/poem. it's in story form, but has a flow sort of like a poem.
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I'm not really sure what the point of this is or was. I'm sitting on the balcony at 12:10 in the morning in the Bahamas. And I just started from nowhe..
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Insanity is like the wind,Gently tugging, nagging,Sending a few stray hairsFlying.The wind is colorless,Filled only by the viewer'sInsane imagination...
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I hear voices,always,calling and scratchingat my mind.Playing tricks,snickering tyrants.Stumbling,they make me blind.Eerie silence,foreshadowing, ..
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The leaves steadily change:Red to orange to yellow.The colors match me:Always changing.Today is a good day:No stress, no worry.Tomorrow could be..
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Writer's BlockHe sits at his desk,Stealing long hours from the night,Pondering, scheming,Something new to write.An attempt, maybe two,Flowing from his..
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It’s funny, because it’s cold outside and you are burning
up.
It’s weird, because I didn’t expect to end up lying so ..
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Inhale.
My senses are clear.
Sharp.
Intense.
Exhale.
The world around me fades.
Dull.
Blurred.Now breathe.
My vision is lik..
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I
am from little girl giggles who stay up late
Because
they know they aren’t supposed to.
I
am from long walks on the beach with my mom..
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My face lights up when I spot the three
pokeballs
Lying innocently upon Professor Oak’s
table.
He turns to me, opens his mouth ..
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