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As the wind grew stronger, this gust of fear stabbed my heart; I was slipping away, deeper into a tight shell.
The great air battered me, left me with nothing to hold onto.
I was left to reach for a strong of hope, far, far away.
All at once I could feel the threads of my heart being pulled from my chest, but the wind swallowed my cries of tears and misery.
For it did not care, so it hurled on.
The great air battered me, left me with nothing to hold onto.
I was left to reach for a strong of hope, far, far away.
All at once I could feel the threads of my heart being pulled from my chest, but the wind swallowed my cries of tears and misery.
For it did not care, so it hurled on.
Literature
coming home
moments no longer
hang
delicately suspended
waiting
instead
deliriously happy
racing the storm
running down a street
thunder and sheets of rain
all around
wind curves around
pushes forcefully forward
leap
storm raging
pulls
up
Literature
Will We Get Threw This? Ch.25
Dear Mom,
Exactly a year ago, this all started. I can never forgive myself for not stopping him, no matter what. But luckily they locked him up for good. If only I could have saved you. You mean so much to me. I thought I should inform you on what’s happened during that you’ve been gone. Remember Aled? The bully who almost killed Gerard AND Ray? Yeah, he was also put in jail. After Gee, Ray, Bob and I graduated; we’ve decided to start a band as a side job. We’re called My Chemical Romance. Mikey thought of it. I wrote a song for you that was put on the album we’re working on. It’s called Heaven Help Us, I
Literature
Fragments
Ici
Ni nuages
ni bruit
et le sol
est trop lisse.
Je vais mentir.
Qui suis-je?
J'ai grandi d'un seul coup et très vite, comme une enfant qui saute et dont la tête reste accrochée, suspendue dans les airs, pour seulement s'apercevoir alors, en regardant en bas, qu'elle ne lévite pas, mais a un corps plus grand qui a poussé sous elle.
Etat des lieux
- Quarante et un morceaux d'un vase balancé.
- Six morceaux d'une assiette écrasée sur le mur.
- Onze morceaux d'un livré écharpé sans pleurer.
- Trois morceaux de la table assommée d'un poing lourd.
- Xanax, Tuinal, Prozac, Wisterol, par milliers.
- Deux morceaux d'un seul nous, désespoir distendu
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This is part of my 14 writing prompts, which can be found here: link
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Written On: 10/26/2014
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I have to say that I'm proud of this poem. I think it might be one of my favorites.
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Written On: 10/26/2014
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I have to say that I'm proud of this poem. I think it might be one of my favorites.
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