Too young to grow up
Too old to be a child
These feelings pent up
For more than awhile…
Too quiet to be noticed
Too loud to be ignored
With all in this life
How can I be bored?
Too thoughtful to give up
Too selfish to care
How much more of this pain
Can my poor soul bare?
Too blessed to be abused
Too violated to feel free
How in the world
Could all of this happen to me?
Too united to be missing
Too lonely to be found
I barely know what
Makes my world go round…
Too happy to ignore
Too troubled to acknowledge
How did I end up this way
With all of my knowledge?
Too creative to be ordinary
Too dull to be unique…
All of t
Loss
I am a writer and I have a story,
Unlike other stories mine may never be read,
It will never be talked about,
It's truth will never be said.
It is ingrained in my nightmares,
Always waking me in my bed,
All I can hear are her cries,
Slowly filling up my head,
Living day to day with this pain,
Is slowly driving me insane,
Most people just look away,
Dismissing my sorrows,
With lies of easier tomorrows,
While all I can do is fade away,
I lost more then my daughter that horrible day.
Yet through all of my grief that is all you can say?
I am not a writer but I do have a story, About the very moment this mother lost all her
He was born with the caul. That was all we knew, and that was all we needed to know. It was a hideous deformity, an extra layer of skin that covered at birth his face at birth and marked him for what he was. I never even learned his name, and I am not sure he had one. He was simply the boy with the caul.
In some places it was seen as a sign of good luck. People would say it predestined wealth, or ensured long life. Old cowls were sold to sailors to protect from downing. They were a blessing, outsiders would say.
But we knew better.
It was the sign of the devil. It was a sign of a creature so hideous, God himself would cover his face. His e
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Alyra's Story - WIP
“Alyra!”
Alyra Sampson jumped in her seat, lifting her head sharply from the desk. Through a haze of vertigo, she saw Professor Ediltrude standing beside her, glaring.
“Yes, Ms. Ediltrude?” she asked weakly.
“Perhaps you would like to explain to the class the importance of malice in transformational curses.”
Alyra felt herself flush. She had been so preoccupied with trying to keep the room from spinning too much, she had barely been listening to the teacher’s lecture. “Umm…the more malice, the meaner the witch?”
Ediltrude’s eyes burned into Alyra’s. “I sug
Taboo Tattoos and Lesbians by Emerald-Alexandria, literature
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Taboo Tattoos and Lesbians
My mother used to tell me,
As she took a long drag of stale nicotine,
That I should stay away from lesbians,
Because they would make me take up smoking.
What she didn't know
Was that I thought cigarettes would make me skinny.
And thus,
My unfounded and irrational
Fear and attraction to the utterly beautiful was born.
I had fallen for breasts before I grew my own,
and took to the internet with my misguided teachings,
as so many seem to do.
And there, in a ten-year-old's Google search for “sexy boobies”,
I found my first love.
A nameless ivory queen with a butterfly under her chest, and a tree branch on her ribs.
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The End
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Time: 4:52PM
Arrival of Itachi: 5:00PM
They sat down at the chair of the Cherry Blossom training grounds.
Talking about their days in childhood.
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Time: 4:55PM
"Sasuke-kun, how's your brother?" Sakura asked,
"How could I know... I haven't seen him for a month," Sasuke replied with a smirk,
Sakura chuckled, "No, I mean, when you were back there."
"He's fine, busier than ever." He answered, trying to reach Sakura's hands,
Sakura felt a small touch from her hand and saw his hand, touch her middle finger.
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