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A letter to the one whom rides it with me.

I wish I could explain it to you eloquently. Please understand nine times out of ten, it's not you. You look so frustrated I have told you nothings wrong. But, please for a minute understand I hate you worrying. Everything changed the day you said you wanted me, I know you've also never had to deal with someone like me. I keep repeating 'less mentally ill, more mentally chill.' Some days that sentence works others not so much. So when you walk through the door and see me stressed, see me teary and see me at my wits end, hold me. Don't get mad when I say nothings wrong. Obviously, something is. Those demons that come with Anxiety and Depress

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Constellations

The recesses of your back breathe melodies so strong that sway my heart to the stars.

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Drops in the Ocean

I hear a gulp, a heaving breath and an incoherent jumble of words. I look up and across the road is a mess of a girl, red faced and sobbing, stumbling along as if the effort of picking up one foot after the next is too monumental for her broken soul to bear. As if she feels my inquiring gaze, she looks up abruptly and our eyes meet over a sea of traffic. One glance, that’s all it is, but it’s enough to bring a tear to my eye. My heart is pulling me towards this girl because deep down, I feel that something is wrong; and nobody should have to feel that bad alone. I bid to reach her, but I am too late; the road is filled with a mil

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Literature

Chapter II: The First Day in The Waterfall

One day after Elwynn Forest Northshire 21 years after The First War (Year 613 by the King's Calendar) In the sky of a waterfall from the north of Northshire, it sight a red dragon mounted by a Quel'dorei (High elf on common speech) and a 14 years old human with mid-long brown hair, and green eyes. It's dressed with a red tunic, brown silk shoes and armed with a long wooden staff. The dragon touch down a side of the waterfall, there is an abandoned blue house with a dry garden next to a deep forest. The young dismount from the dragon and step on the earth without problem, the elf throw a red book with a border of red gems and a sign of dragon

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Literature

Fixed Match

"You've got ten minutes. That's five minutes each. Amaze me." They stared at her miserably. The two victims seemed to be floating, in awkward positions, in some sort of a transparent state. One of them still had a metal pole running through his middle, while the other could swear he still felt his darned useless airbag crushing his ribs. They assumed it was a 'her' because of the sound of her voice. She was wearing a white, baggy leather jumpsuit with a zip across the front, and a helmet with a darkened visor. Crossing her arms, she began tapping her foot. The victims however weren't too sure what surface she was tapping it against. &#

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Stories.

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The Warm Plague. Prologue

Dec 24, 2012

"He who casts the first stone into the sea of the dead shall fall siege to its waves" ~J.R.Y The first days of spring were like any other year, the sun bringing the land back to life. The blossoming plants filling the air with their sweet scent. Everything was normal except for some odd reports of violent attacks on the news, but no one paid any mind to them. Then one day it all fell apart, kids were at school, people were at work. Nothing strange had been on the news that morning; the virus had spread fast and mostly undetected. Modern transportation spreading it all over the world before it has become too noticeable. Then suddenly

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A letter to the one whom rides it with me. by HayleighElizabeth, literature

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A letter to the one whom rides it with me.

prayer for a fallen deer by After-Eden, literature

Nest of Sights by After-Eden, literature

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Nest of Sights

Swooning like lovers in a feathered nest of sights you that I craved like sound; like human interaction each sweet and coinless thing Our relations weren't built on cast or wanton word but the oblivion of every human heart you that snuck through my veins like Coke Zero the coming of the Seventh sun Feelings as high as the planet formerly known as Pluto I like to look at you and imagine you as a crisp newspaper my own personal New York Times bleeding through the pages I wait for you like summer and rush in like spring

The Little Boy in the Blue Cap by Istenox, literature

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The Little Boy in the Blue Cap

I had spent the day, camera in hand, walking down the endless rows of custom cars. Though a lot of cars seemed alike, each was unique to the trained eye; restored in the reflection of their driver's personality. A follower of car shows, this one is particularly special to me. Walking down a row dedicated to the classic cars of the 80's, a small blue cap caught my eye. After I viewed my picture of the interior of the car's interior did I realize an unexpected guest in the driver's seat of the classic car, grasping the bottom of the steering wheel. Startled, my eyes darted back to the car. A small boy did indeed sit on the leather seats, comfo

paper cranes by After-Eden, literature

Literature

paper cranes

We unfold ourselves like paper cranes biding our time along predestined seams Once built for hope we tear that down ...softly My fingers untangling from yours/ my emotions bright, gleaming things throbbing in unity I hide them under my floorboards along with letters I wrote to myself dreams that now fester and blacken alongside the mold growing there I look to you my phantom, my burnt demon 10,000 wishes made and I was so close perhaps I did not fold fast enough

Shes made of porcelain. by HayleighsWriting, literature

Literature

Shes made of porcelain.

I can barely breathe, so, thank-you. I'm here lost for words, lost in thought. My tears for you dried up long ago. So don't pity me I will get over you. I change my self, inside and out... I'm begging for you to pay attention, Love me, love me, love me. I could never keep up with the charade, Could I my dear? In a blink of an eye, you changed my thoughts, From the only girl in the world, to someone I despise. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you. I'm not pretty by any means. Your feeble attempts to convince me otherwise, died out long ago like your love for me. My eyes don't sparkle quite like hers... You sent me straight to hell. I

You can't spell slaughter without Laughter... by HayleighElizabeth, literature

Literature

You can't spell slaughter without Laughter...

Before I agreed to be with you, I needed your love first. Like a lion you watched your prey. And before the slaughter, you played with me. I hate coffee, it's ridiculously bitter. I will gladly get drunk off cups of coffee. Than be drunk on you. I would add copious amounts of sugar, Replacing one addiction for the other. Both you and vodka slowly kill me. Sugar only hides the true identity, Like you. I dream only for a place I haven't been. Hoping I find one I can call home. When I hear home I think of you, I can't do that anymore. Keeping your broken promises hidden, like I keep the bruises on my sides, Skillfully you worked my body, l

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