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More Than Just A Kiss: pt 10, Turning A Page

Gwen stared into space, unable, unwilling to accept what she’d heard, much less its implications

Outside, a scattering of forlorn leaves clung to the dark, wet limbs of trees bordering the deserted playground and half-empty parking lot behind the red brick apartment building. Cold, misty rain and swirling winds hastened the inevitable outcome of this...

Anonymous

Voice of Insanity

Just a poem that came to me while walking, not reflecting on my real life.

You believe me if I told you a story, Of a girl who was so lonely, She would break her own heart To keep from falling in love.You might think this strange, Maybe she is deranged, Purposely keeping everyone away, Even those she trusts.It seems so clear som...

A crowded roomBut all my myselfNo one to count on Being scared to trustThe tears start to flowPretending againNot letting others see The real me The things that once wereAre not anymoreSince you came my wayTo open the doorTrust and believeyour voice and y...

Broken...

shard after shard ripping through

Standing on the edge... The brink of nothingness.... Alone... Empty... Hopeless... Unloved... Broken... Shattered... Piece by piece... Floating away... One anguished memory after another... Broken and jagged... Ragged and sharp... Shard after shard rippin...

As I sit at the table and drink the hot coffee My lips feel the burn The heat going down my throat Brings tears to my eyes I let the tears flow freely Smiling I seem to feel the heat going throughout my body Into my soul My mind is screaming But no sounds...

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My heart has been shattered, Into a million pieces, Ripped opened, My tender love, Spilling out. Unwanted. Pushed away. Leaving me alone, Confused, And feeling stupid, For believing In empty promises. Days turn into night, Night into days, As I stumble, T...

Anonymous

From underneath

I'll numb the pain till I am made of stone ~Evenescance

I'm under the bed.An old shirt in hand.The scent welcoming and strong.I close my eyes.Block out the lies.Pretending nothing is wrong.The shirt dries my tears,That nobody hears.Wishing once again I was home.Holding you near,Calming my fear.Even though I am...

Anonymous

The many lives of Casey L. Miller

Case three: the Child Prodigy

Personal note to the readers, this story is not for the weak of heart to read for the content of this story. By choosing to read it, you agree that you are over eighteen and mature enough to handle the content of this story, thank you. 11:49pm 'Casey Mill...

Smokey

Not the way to treat a loyal friend.

You showed up near the barn today.Pretty cat, a coat of smoky grey. I spoke, you jumped in fright.Instantly leaping, taking flight. Whoa, relax, no need to run away. Pretty cat, a coat of smoky grey. I try to reassure with a soft voice.You continued to ru...

Anonymous

What happens when the puppet master dies?When there is no one else to pick up the strings.What becomes of us dear puppets?Now that nobody wants to play.As dust gathers upon our still frames,As termites, eat away at the forgotten stage,Will someone please...