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GraceCroken

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You can't breath - so you write

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My name is Grace Croken and I would just like to thank you so much for reading my work. I pour my heart and soul into everything I do, and never settle for less than my best. Please let me know what you think of my writing by reviewing it, leaving comment ect. Thank you so much and happy writing!

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Myth and Nature

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The trees
 They dance with the wind
The fairies 
Chime in as they sing
The wolf
He howls across the land 
As the dragon tells 
Her stories

The waves
They crash against the sand 
The mermaids plea
They wish to stand 
The bird
She flies across the sky
As the man says goodbye
To his children 

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A Lover's Plea

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I fell hard
And I fell fast
Dear god
Please let this last 
I like you more than you know
But then again
You know more than
You show

I'm scared I'm gonna muck this up
Do somthing to scare you 
Run short on my luck 
And I'm sure you're scared of the same
Neither of us want any lasting pain 

Only lasting love
That'll free us like a captive dove 
A dove released from a cage
Our ribcage 
Which...

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Remnants Of Home

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I don't know where I've gone
When the mountains don't sing songs
And the sky doesn't cry 
When the ancient bear dies 
Where the pine trees don't grow tall
And the snow doesn't fall 
I don't know where I've gone
But I know I won't be long 
I need the stars to shine when the daylight is gone
And I need to hear the songs of the mountains

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Life's Rights and The Simple Necessities

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I hope you find what you're looking for -
A soulmate.
A friend.
Just someone to stand by your side,
Until the very end.

And I hope you find that melody -
You can remember from the start.
And I hope you find the courage,
To sing it from the mountain tops.

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Published Work

Myth and Nature

The trees
 They dance with the wind
The fairies 
Chime in as they sing
The wolf
He howls across the land 
As the dragon tells 
Her stories

The waves
They crash against the sand 
The mermaids plea
They wish to stand 
The bird
She flies across the sky
As the man says goodbye
To his children 

A Lover's Plea

I fell hard
And I fell fast
Dear god
Please let this last 
I like you more than you know
But then again
You know more than
You show

I'm scared I'm gonna muck this up
Do somthing to scare you 
Run short on my luck 
And I'm sure you're scared of the same
Neither of us want any lasting pain 

Only lasting love
That'll free us like a captive dove 
A dove released from a cage
Our ribcage 
Which protects our fluttering hearts

This cage is opened wide
The latch undone on the side
And this dove has landed on my shoulder
Next to the heart I have stitched to my sleeve 
Please don't ever leave
I whispered to this dove 

Happiness is what I long
I swear you're not just a pawn
In this game of catch and fall
I'd never let you fall 
As long as you protect my fragile heart 
Never let it shatter 
Or ever...

Remnants Of Home

I don't know where I've gone
When the mountains don't sing songs
And the sky doesn't cry 
When the ancient bear dies 
Where the pine trees don't grow tall
And the snow doesn't fall 
I don't know where I've gone
But I know I won't be long 
I need the stars to shine when the daylight is gone
And I need to hear the songs of the mountains

Life's Rights and The Simple Necessities

I hope you find what you're looking for -
A soulmate.
A friend.
Just someone to stand by your side,
Until the very end.

And I hope you find that melody -
You can remember from the start.
And I hope you find the courage,
To sing it from the mountain tops.

Winds

A lost love
In the thunderstorm of time
I forever thought
That you'd be mine 
But the winds began to brew
And the clouds began to stew 
Our entwined fingers 
Lost each other
In the fray
I wished you stayed 
Blown away 
Blown away 

Eschaton (The End Time)

I woke up one day
To find myself wandering
Through a Canyon of Chaos
A Canyon of Despair
With no notion 
Of how I got there

There was no clear spiral
Of downhill events
No tidal wave of thoughts 
No tornado of the heart 
And yet the ground still split apart

An abyss
Into the mist
Into the world beneath the ground
I've fallen and lost my crown 
I think I'm starting to drown
 But there is no water 

Only dusty air and frigid shadow
And this world is no longer hallow 

Broken Girl Anthem

Verse 1
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They will try to bring you down
Be your personal rain cloud 
Make you climb a bigger mountain
Then you ever dreamt possible 
They will cancel your plans
Spill water on your map
Until your lost with no sense of direction 

Refrain 
---------
They'll be jealous
They'll hate you 
Only 'cause you're being you 
You're eveything they ever wanted to be 
So they'll rip you apart 
At the seams

Chorus
--------
Even the sun sets in paradise
Even the moon has a dark side
Broken girl you'll be alright
Just don't give up
You'll win this fight
You're worth so much more than you can see
You can be 
Whoever you wanna be  
Broken girl you'll be alright
Broken girl you'll win this fight

Verse 2
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Their is no fire to hot for you
Their is no ocean too deep
You can take back 
What they took from you
Their is no deadline to meet  ...

Zodiac Skies

Zodiac skies and ocean waves that crest
Caressing the warm sands
A Mother stands 
Baby pressed against Mother's breast
Rests within borderlands 

Light radiates onto Mother's pale back

Zodiac skies, and a family so bold
Behold! A Father's love for his eldest son
A love stronger then the fires of the sun
But as it is told, the Son felt cold
A heart of gold...for none 

Plunges a knife into Father's pale back

Zodiac skies, and blood stained stone
Manifesto! His words so dreaded
Mother's beheaded 
Father lets out a dying groan, Son takes the royal throne
Alone...darkness embedded 

Evil drips down Son's pale back 

I've Invested in a Pair of Rose-Tinted Glasses

I think I've come to the conclusion that I'm done waiting for this magical someday that I keep hoping for. Because who the hell knows if someday will be any better than this day? The future isn't set in stone, and most definitely that stone was never promised to be a diamond. I had no right to ever think that it was. I see now, that I must be content with the little moments of happiness, anything that makes me smile. Because life is so goddamn temporary, nothing ever stays and nothing ever lasts forever...and once this, the today, is gone, I'm going to miss it. Maybe not now, maybe not in 10 years, but one day I will miss the now - the way it felt to feel young, and infinite and immortal. 
Life isn't always good; sometimes it hurts like hell. But it's the times when your heart feels so swollen with love that makes the times...

Names, Names, Names

The Birth of Something New


A breakfast joint - Scrambled 

A new smartphone - Einstein 

An eyeglasses store - Spectacles   

A dog pound - Pick-A-Pup

A highway - Great Valley Highway 

An island resort - Solitude Falls 

A new constellation - Silentio Gratiam

A pet polar bear - Clause 

A nail polish color - Apricot Swirl 

A new butterfly species - Copper Spotted  Empress 

Night Vision

The night is full of beating hearts
And music 
So loud, so intense 
Beat after beat
A rhythmic language 
That hides no secrets 

The night is full of lovers
Entangled in each other's grips 
Becoming one
Hearts combined
Hands intwined  

The night is full of the lonely
Lying awake, spread across an empty bed 
Skin crawling
Craving the touch of another 
Tears carve down flushed cheeks 
Tears for the missed 

The night is full of artists 
Their muse being the crickets
Darkened sky
Illuminated by tconstellations 
Inspired by stories 
Archaic and anew 
That the cold night 
Breaths to life



 

The Birth of Something New

A breakfast joint - Scrambled 

A new smartphone - Einstein 

An eyeglasses store - Framework 

A dog pound - Pick-A-Pup

A highway - Valley Deep Highway 

An island resort - Solitude Falls 

A new constellation - Solaris Gratiae 

A pet polar bear - Ice   

A nail polish color - Apricot Swirl 

A new butterfly species - Dragonheart 

The Birds

And I got all this power 
Boiling up inside of me 
And I can't help but scream 
And scream and scream 
And their's nothing good in this life no more 
All anybody seems to do is let each other down 
Let go of each other hands 
Woman leaves for another man 
Children cry as their dads walk out the door 
Buildings crash to the floor 

And all the birds 
Fly away 
In a cloud 
of blackened haze 
From the field 
They emancipate 
From their rusted chains 

I can't help but listen to their words 
Listen to the politicians speak about our corrupted world 
But nobody seems to do a thing 
Only complain about the things that we can change 
Shout about religion and color and preference and pain 
Refusing to see that all humans are built the same 

War surrounds our tiny towns 
Poverty is the mayors name 
They say that lack of education is the one to blame 
But...

Farewell's Lament

And I 
don't know
How I'm expected to go?
Whether I 
Should say goodbye? 
Or just close my eyes
And leave without you?

Would this 
Stop my heart 
From breaking into two?
For I 
Oh, I 
Am in love with you 

The pain
That hides in my eyes
Streams down in stinging tears 
And my heart
Tears apart 
At the thought of leaving you 

But you 
Told me to go 
To leave behind this forsaken place 
Unfold my wings
And take flight 
Without you 

 

The Peace of Wild Things

A Place From My Past

The warmth of my bed,
The hearth as it roars,
A place to rest my weary head, 
It's a cliche, of course - 
But where else am I supposed to find comfort,
Than the home in which I've grown?

An adventurer at heart,
I can travel for days on end,
But the world wages war,
The rain never ceases to pour - 
Where am I to find comfort,
If not behind closed doors? 
 

Novel Writing Competition

Phantasm

    She awakes, panting, breathless. Loud, breathy gasps escape her lips in an effort to inflate her crushed lungs with air. Her bloodshot eyes are full of hot tears, about to overflow onto flushed cheeks. Natalie heaves in, then out, in, then out, until finally she can breathe somewhat normal again. She places her hand over her heart - it's beating far too fast for someone who was just sleeping. It pounds like a war drum.
    Attempting to rid herself of the blur that impairs her vision, Natalie uses the back of her small hand to rub her eyes. This only causes more salty, stinging tears to carve streaks down her face. But she isn’t crying out of sadness – fear is what causes her eyes to leak, and bones to ache. Fear...and the intense feeling that she is lost. But...no...Natalie's not lost. She’s still in her bedroom, situated exactly the way she left it before heading to bed the night...

Why I Write

The Spaces Between Wor(l)ds

I write to release the ghosts.
The ghosts of my ancient soul, and the apparitions that lie in the mist ahead.
I write to immortalize the past.
Everything that happened, and everything you said to me.
I write to create a haven, a safe place.
Away from the jurisdiction and ridicule of all those who do not understand. 
I write to reveal the truth.
What it all really meant, who you were behind the mask.
I write to fulfill my dream of fantasy.
To live a life not accessible to anyone content with reality.
I write to make sense of this godforsaken world.
And I write to create new ones...
I write to be a hero.
I write to save myself. 

Because Of You

I think you broke me
I used to feel so deeply
Everything so deeply

Used to love with a love as strong as a summer storm
Used to hate with the power of a volcano
Used to laugh with the might of a dragon's roar 

But now I only feel the surface 
The tip of a hidden ice burg
Submerged in black waters 
I don't hate like I used to
Don't laugh as hard as I did
Haven't loved 
Haven't cried 
Stone faced
Hardened heart

Maybe you taught me that not everything deserves so much passion 
So much gas and so much fuel 
But I am a person of feeling
I would rather experience the worst kind of pain
Than feel nothing at all 

But of course
Pain is not what I want 
I want to feel love 
I want to love again
I want to find love after you
I want to prove to myself 
That love after you exists  ...

Guilt and Confusion

Was it rape?
At first I said no
Than yes
Then no
Then yes again 
Was it rape?
You pushed onto me 
Pressured me to take it
You knew I didn't want it
Was it rape?
Obligation took over
I wanted to make you happy
But I wasn't happy
You knew I wasn't happy
Was it rape?
You knew
And yet you were relentless 
Selfish
You didn't take 'no' for an answer
I didn't want to make you mad
So I said yes
Was it rape?
I said no
Then yes
Then no
Then yes again...
A lie...
...But a yes
Was it rape? 

High Treason

She's a monster of her own creation
Secretive
Jealous
A committer of high treason
Against us 
The only ones to pick her up when she fell down
Went against everything we ever stood for
Everything we believed
Where's her humility?
Where's her sense?
And now she's alone
Deserving of a traitors death
Pushed into exile
Lost the only people who ever loved her
She crossed the line this time
A monster of her own creation 

The Messiah

A glimmering outline
A sparkling silhouette 
A Redeemer is born
In the darkest hour
Of the darkest night 
Released by the divine 
To the save us from Acheron 
A personal hell 
A communal torture  
The great liberator 
Of the human condition
Release us of this great misery
Of life and death
Drinking from Lethe 
A glimmering outline
A sparkling silhouette 
The Messiah is born 
In the darkest hour
Of the darkest night 

Rebirth

The devil dances inside her soul
But an angel she appears to be
Her eyes go black as she realizes the facts
Of who she's supposed to be 

Intuition

A tremor in my heart
A knot in my stomach
That look in your eyes tells me something's not right
The sigh in your breath
You're slow little steps
The slur in your voice tells me something's not right 

Blinded

We were so in love
Or something like that

A question of innocence
Or something like that

Toxic kisses; a warm embrace 
Lies upon lies 
A sweet prison of lies

Nothing but love
Or something like that

Love, love, love
...Or whatever that was

The Begining of Somthing that Later Ruined my Life

    My first kiss was in the basement of the mall near my town. It was with a boy who would later become my first love. 

I still remember the old sweatshirt I was wearing, and that my hair was thrown back in a simple ponytail, and the strong sense of fear and nervousness still resinates with me...I couldn't even look this boy in the eye. Every time he tried to hold me, I would giggle and pull away. 

We were both each other's first kisses, but for some reason he was so much more confident than I. I remember my cheeks turning a bright shade of rose and him just smiling and telling me to close my eyes...I listened. I can still feel his hands on my face and his chest against mine and his smell filling my nose. 

Even to this day, the scent of his cologne still lingers on my skin. No matter how hard I...

The Ice Age

Frost touches every aspect of who we were
But that was expected I suppose
For a bitter winter always follows the heat of summer
And brings us frost bitten toes 
 

Arcanum of Crickets

A shadow of grey has taken over the world
And the crickets no longer sing
The arcana of the truth has been locked away 
In the chest of the forbidden universe
The otherworldly netherworld   
An inferno of the past 
An inferno of the future 
A necropolis of all  
A key thrown into the sky 
The grey, grey sky 
And the crickets no longer sing 

The Results

Our brains are just grenades 
A countdown into the inevitable
Trip the trigger 
Do it, I dare you 
The result is uncanny 
To anything you've ever seen before
Sometimes we explode
Implode - collapsing into our selves
Sometimes we fall in love 
Blasted, blasted love

Inventory

Connecting The Dots

An abandoned car was found parked near the bridge on Weber Road. The battery is dead, but a single keys is still resting in the ignition. It is believed to have belonged to the missing person, Magdalena Von Zaailor of Cochem, Germany. 
Detectives have decided to take a closer look at the vehicle, trying to uncover its story:

- A pack of Marlboro Cigaraettes has been found on the passenger seat. Eight of the twenty are missing. 

- A simple, white envelope lay facedown on the floor of the backseat. It is addressed to a 'Santiago Capris', in a dark, calligraphy style. It has not been open. 

- A blue flannel lay in a ball on the floor of the drivers side, next to the gas peddle. It reeks of urine. 

- A black and white, marble composition notebook sits in the glove compartment. It is well-worn and well-written in. It is written in blue ink, and the handwriting is...

Struggles and Starvation

Yesterday he blindly wrote with his soul
Dragged his words through his inspiration and his aspiration
Alone through the darkness, nothing he despised more than desolate hours
He saw the lashes he wrote with his words
In the bitterest of midnights

1 Photo, 20 Words

For The Nonbelievers

They have said that magic isn't real
But the brain!
The sky!
Just look up 
Look within 
Magic is real 

The Nightmares You Gave Me

In my greatest time of need
You promised you would never leave
But you were the one who caused this
Now I’m just a carcass
An empty shell of a person
It’s beginning to worsen

And I can hardly breath
1...2...3...
And I can hardly see
1...2...3...
On the count of three
1...2...3...
Cock..Pop..Blow

And now I'm laying on the ground
Velvet blood spills all around
My head is pounding like a heartbeat
Why do I still have a heartbeat?
I should be up with the angels
What happened to my morals?

And now look at me
4...5...6…
I must be really sick
4...5...6…
When I count to six
4...5...6…
Maybe you’ll walk in the door

And this is all because of you
Must have had a guru
Drove me to this madness
It’s become your habit
Maybe now you’ll see
What you did to me

This is my nightmare
But I’m not in my nightwear
Wish that I could...

Universal Knowledge

The Rhythm of the Heart

The rhythm a heart beats too can reveal so many secrets - you can try to hide it all behind a blank, emotionless face, but our hearts all beat the same language. 

My Blizzard


He was the snow
And I was the mountain
He came to me one night
And decided to settle down

At first it was cold
and Unfamiliar
But the way he laid across me
Like a huge blanket across my earth
I didn't mind it

He was very good at conversations
And very good at giving cold kisses   
Always told me I was beautiful
Despite the fact that he covered me up
He said it was to keep me warm
I was still frost bitten
But I didn't mind
Because he bit me out of love

But then one day
I awoke
And he was gone
And I didn't recognized who I was
My waterfalls flowed heavier than they ever did before
My earth was completely saturated
All the life that had called me home
Left
And I was left an empty rock

He had covered me up so well
Morphed who I was beneath
I didn't know who...

History Alive

The Maiden of Olde Orleans

Circle 'round me ye friend and foe
I have a story thou shouldst know
From the ancient land of human monst'rs does it derive
A young wench hath heard voices from the sky 
The Maiden of Olde Orleans

During the time at which war waged wild
A little child with her pious smile
Heavenly voices told her to drive out the English foes
And to wear sir's robes so nobody knows
The Maiden of Olde Orleans

With hair chopp'd short the lady rode out to the palace
Bringing f'rth news only a messag'r of God would know
Promising the rest'ration of pow'r to the king of France
The lady was the virgin to save all of the land
The Maiden of Olde Orleans

The lady hath asked of the king to lend her the army 
Donn'd in white and a h'rse of white the wench began her journey
To leadeth those folk to fusty olde Orleans
Leadeth her battles she...

Enumeration

8 Confessions from the Bottom of a Swimming Pool


1.      Don't call me morbid, but I hope this is what death feels like.
2.      I swear I'm not a masochist, but the weight on my chest and the pressure in my ears is almost comforting.
3.      It's not like I'm trying to avoid responsibility or anything, but I can't hear them calling my name above the surface and it's nice to be hidden from sight.
4.      I'm not transabled, but my lack of senses just feels...right.
5.      I've never been high so I don't really know, but I think I might be hallucinating. I see so many colors swirling around me.
6.      I'm not psychotic, but I like the way reality is altered down here. 
7.     Telling time has never been my strong suit, but I feel like I’ve been submerged forever.
8.      I'm definitely not suicidal, but I'm not sure I’m ever going to come up.

The Good, The Bad, and The Inbetween

There will be hours that feel like minutes
And then there will be minutes that feel like hours
And there will be days where you'll wish it would all be over
And then there will be days where you'll wish it would never end

On these days you won't realize
How temporary everything is
The good, the bad, and the inbetween 
Will never last too long

It sure is depressing 
To think that the sun will set on the good days and the moon will rise and bring forth the night
But it's comforting to know
That the moon will set and the night will wither and the bad will evaporate in the heat of the morning sun 

Either way, you have to cherish every moment
The good, the bad, and the inbetween 
Because every moment will shape you
Toss you and turn you and bruise you head to toe 
But in the end, bathe you in gold and light 
And...

'If You Love Them, Let Them Go'

I'll be the first to admit that we had some good times 
And that for a long while we grew side by side 
But the nights have grown longer
And the days have grown darker
And I think this is where we should end 

I'll always speak of you kindly
Never exposing your flaws
And your secrets will always be secrets
That I can swear by the law 

I hope that one day you make it to the Olympics
And medal gold in whatever sport you try next
I hope you open up that resturant we always talked about
Even if I'm not your head chef

I'll always be silently cheering you on
And always hoping for the best
You're a fire cracker - once lit you can't be contained 
Never knowing what's coming next

We wanted different things in life
My air was stagnant, while yours blew in from the west
But that doesn't mean I loved you any...

10 Second Essays

Realizations of the Third Eye

1.      Are we broken or only broken in?
2.      Sometimes bad decisions bring about happy endings.
3.      Never let the same person hurt you more than twice.
4.      One pair of shoes is better than none.
5.      Every person you meet will teach you a lesson. Be willing to learn.
6.      Sometimes, life doesn’t work out the way you hoped it would.
7.      Even our shadows abandon us in our darkest moments. We have to be our own heroes.
8.      You missed that bus for a reason today.
9.      Not everyone deserves to be forgiven, do they?
10.   Just because she's pretty, doesn't mean you aren't.
11.   Theirs’s a difference between tough love and mean.
12.   Trials and tribulations will test you...don't give in.

Flash Fiction Competition

The 2%

No one plans on getting pregnant at sixteen. No one plans anything at sixteen!  We're just running through life -the lights of the real world blinding us, emotions hitting us like a wall, being tempted by the devil, himself.
In comparison to anything else we could have been doing, sex wasn't the worst.
Theoretically, it shouldn't have had the power to kill us...but it did. It killed any remainder of our childhood.
Goddamn, it's not fair! We loved each other beyond words...and tried to be safe...we tried so hard...
The box promised it was effective 98% of the time.

Poetry Came To Me

Poetry came to me 
On the bitterest of midnights
When their was more black coffee running through my veins than red blood
And my mind wouldn't surrender to sleep 
But morning was a long ways off

Poetry came to me
As I walked alone through locker-lined hallways
Headphones resting in deaf ears
As deafening music filled my brain
Blocking out the noise of the ignorant and the simple minded
Words rolleing off rough fingertips
And into the bright screen that rests in my rough hands

Poetry came to me
When I met my first love
And when I lost him too
Through all the scary firsts and the even scarier lasts
And the beautiful story that took place in between 
Immortalized in ink on lines of blue 

Poetry came to me 
When death took her soul 
Too late to say goodbye 
To early to say hello
Every last word and thought
Lingering in stagnant air

Poetry came to me
When...

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Writer's Block

When he broke her ceramic heart
He severed the dam that held her emotions in 
And they all came pouring out 
Flooding her fingers
Her tongue and her mind 
And she released them on paper
One after another, after another
The words would tremble out of her shaking hands 
As tear drops smudged the red ink 
But recently she has found that she no longer can write
Even this poem she finds difficult to muster
Words don't come easy anymore
Her inspiration is gone
Maybe that's how she knows that she's moved on
Her well of watery sadness and thought and regret and feeling has dried up 
Before, the water was poisioned
Laced with bits and pieces of him
But now, she's grown immune to the blight
She has nothing left to say 
And maybe that's okay
But poetry and prose were her lifeline 
Her floatation device  
Now she has nothing to lean on, nothing to write 
Her ink...

The Dark Side

You know you hit rock bottom
When you don't eat
Can't sleep
The light burns low
And home doesnt feel like home

Profile Feature Writing Competition

The Deception of Marilee Gomez

He could lie straight through his blush colored lips. I would say 'He could lie straight through his teeth', but He never smiled long enough for anyone to ever see His neatly aligned pearly whites. But, yes, He had a problem with lying. He loved only two things: Himself and God - everybody knew this. Yet, people used to ask Him all the time, "Who do you love the most?" His tanned hand would brush back His perfectly styled hair and He would turn His lip upward into a little closed-mouth smirk. He always seemed to be gazing into the distance with the darkest shade of chocolate eyes you could ever find, as if He saw her coming, and He would say, "Marilee Gomez."

But this was a lie - everybody knew this.

Everyone except Marilee, that is. Poor Marilee; no one ever thought to save the sad girl some heartbreak and just break the news to her. Instead, they...

Intoxicated

Six months had past
When I suddenly recived a call
3:30 am, 6 minutes did it last 
He told me couldn't stand it all 

He missed me
He loved me
He always did
Always would  

His words slurred 
And his breath was heavy 
Intoxicated by alcohol 
And who knows what else 
I told him to hang up the call
So he did 

I knew it was only drunken words 
No meaning 
He didn't know what he was saying
But a part of me wondered 
If what he said was true 

And if they were
Maybe I would admit to still loving him too
 

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The Homestead

Dear Ida Jo,

My golly, things sure have changed since you left sleepy, little Independence. New people arrive every day, opening up new shops 'n' saloons, 'n' there’s even a post office now, which means I can finally send you a letter! And guess what Ida - they began to build a railroad track on the outskirts of town! I reckon you’ve seen plenty of locomotives since you left here, but I’ve never seen one before... Who would ever have thought that anyone would want to connect a miniscule frontier town like Independence to the rest of the country?
 I've begun to teach over at the old school house - the one we used to attend over by Granger Gulliver's pond. Sometimes, when the students are out eating their lunches 'n' playing in the yard, I stand in the doorway of the school house, watching their little bodies burn under the shining sun. I try to imagine us out there...

Wings of Icarus

    It started out like a dream, like a goal inaccessible by anyone else. The words were dipped in sugar and the kisses tasted like honey. We held hands like we’d never let go and our hugs were the closest we’ve ever been to home. Promises were always kept, and every I love you felt so real, unlike all the illusions or deceptions my mind had conjured in the past. With every sunrise and sunset it seemed as though we were getting closer and closer to our happily ever after… we wanted to explore the four corners of the earth together, to see the seven wonders together, to experience life together. We wanted to soar, to defy gravity, to chase the sun and the moon and stars…together.
    But humans aren’t made to reach the sun as we soon found out. Not even humans with the courage, the audacity, and the wings could ever fly that high. We were like Icarus; so...

Poetry Came To Me

Poetry came to me 
On the bitterest of midnights
When their was more black coffee running through my veins than red blood
And my mind wouldn't surrender to sleep 
But morning was a long ways off

Poetry came to me
As I walked alone through locker-lined hallways
Headphones resting in deaf hears
As deafening music filled my brain
Blocking out the noise of the ignorant and the simple minded
Words rolleing off rough fingertips
And into the bright screen that rests in my rough hands

Poetry came to me
When I met my first love
And when I lost him too
Through all the scary firsts and the even scarier lasts
And the beautiful story that took place in between 
Immortalized in ink on lines of blue 

Poetry came to me 
When death took her soul 
Too late to say goodbye 
To early to say hello
Every last word and thought
Lingering in stagnant air

Poetry came to me
When...

A Philosopher's Riddle

I am a contradiction of life
But a parody of death 
I do not breath i do not eat
But I refuse to lay motionless,
Despite I only lasting a moment.
I am an idea
A concept 
A feeling.
I am the night sky or a blackened cave - 
Beautiful yet mysterious
Terrifying yet curious
Immensely Vast, 
Never-ending; full of the unknown
The window leading past to future
A never ending  present 

What am I?





















 

A Promise That Can't Be Kept

August 18, 2015, 9:57 PM

It was one of those days where you wished it would never end. Where you wished you could grab the remote and pause all life for a second, just so you could live in the movement for a little while longer. Maybe live in it forever. 
 And you know? I don't think I would mind living in that moment forever, even if it meant giving up the rest of my life. Because at least then, I'd be able to spend my forever with him. But alas time doesn't work like that and people don't live forever and most individuals you meet at 15 don't stay with you until the day you die, so I suppose this was our forever. The last year I spent with him was our forever...
But if you think about it forever doesn't truly exist. Because nothing really can last forever...not a life, nor a body, nor the planet nor a...

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The Homestead

Dear Ida Jo,

My golly, things sure have changed since you left sleepy, little Independence. New people arrive every day, opening up new shops and saloons, 'n' there’s even a post office now! And guess what Ida; they began to build a railroad track on the outskirts of town! I reckon you’ve seen plenty of locomotives since you left here, but I’ve never seen one before and it’s so exciting. Who would ever have thought that they would want to connect Independence to the rest of the country?
 I've begun to teach over at the old school house - the red one over by Granger Gulliver's pond. I'm sure you remember it fondly; we spent about 8 years studying there together.  Sometimes, when the students are out eating their lunches 'n' playing in the yard, I stand in the doorway of the school house, watching their little bodies burn under the shining sun. I try to imagine us out there...

The Tea Party

A woman dressed in her Sunday best donned with a polite smile
A doctor in a suit and tie points at pictures on the mantle
The aroma of fragrent tea swirls around me
The clink of fine china and pleasent conversations can be heard from either side
A crinkly, old photograph of a beautiful woman sits in my hand
A salty tear slips from my eye, becoming caught on my lip


The Connotation of Grace

It never occurred to me before that my name was used for so many other things besides just a name. It had so many meanings that I wasn't aware of, and when this fact came to me, the name I once despised now put light into my eyes.
I had always feared that you would forget who I was - that my name would slip from your mind and into the air and lost within the atmosphere. But now I see, that whenever you hear that word, in any context, anywhere at all, you will only be able to think of me.

Open Prompt

Every Sunday You Go To Church

You wear a gold cross around your neck but you are not a man of religion 
You preach from an age old gospel but your words are laced with lies
You believe in the goodness of mankind but you are the epitome of corruption 
You sing broken hymns
You eat the Eucharist in vain 
You drink the blood of Christ because you like the way it tastes 
You pray to God for the failure of others 
And to aid you in your own glory 
You make others carry your cross
You claim you wear a crown of thorns 
But really that crown of thorns wears you
And you say your sins will be forgiven
But God won't cleanse the soul of a demon 

The Real World: A Lesson in How to be Strong

Violet slams the door so hard behind her, she thought it would splinter, breaking off its silver hinges. The sound cracked into the night with such force it almost scared her. Who would have thought that Little Violet - Oliver’s little Violet - contained so much power? Enough power to electrify the night and set the house behind her on fire with nothing more than a slam?
The banging of the door must have woke up her children; she could hear the little one begin to cry and moan. It broke her heart to hear such a sob, but it is too late now. The only thing left for Violet to do was to move on forward, and she began it with a run.
The road was slippery with ice and white flurries fell from the darkened sky. Snow clouds covered up the stars and moon, so absolutely no light could penetrate through the blackness. Violet couldn't see anything...

Blue

Maybe I'm delusional
Or maybe I'm just making things up
A carefully executed work of fiction 
A truth with a twist 
Or maybe a straight up lie 
Maybe my perception Is just different 

They say that no two people see the color blue the same way
Maybe that's the way people see you
You're a deep shade of navy to them
The color of a king
The color of stormy seas
But to me
You're a shade of pale blue 
The epitome of all things blue 

Profile Feature Writing Competition

The Deception of Marilee Gomez

He could lie straight through his blush colored lips. I would say 'He could lie straight through his teeth', but He never smiled long enough for anyone to ever see His neatly aligned pearly whites. But, yes, He had a problem with lying. He loved only two things: Himself and God - everybody knew this. Yet, people used to ask Him all the time, "Who do you love the most?" His tanned hand would brush back His perfectly styled hair and He would turn His lip upward into a little closed-mouth smirk. He always seemed to be gazing into the distance with the darkest shade of chocolate eyes you could ever find, as if He saw her coming, and He would say, "Marilee Gomez."

But this was a lie - everybody knew this.

Everyone except Marilee, that is. Poor Marilee; no one ever thought to save the sad girl some heartbreak and just break the news to her. Instead, they...

Profile Feature Writing Competition

The Deception of Marilee Gomez

He could lie straight through his blush colored lips. I would say 'He could lie straight through his teeth', but He never smiled long enough for anyone to ever see His neatly aligned pearly whites. But, yes, He had a problem with lying. He loved only two things: Himself and God - everybody knew this. Yet, people used to ask Him all the time, "Who do you love the most?" His tanned hand would brush back His perfectly styled hair and He would turn His lip upward into a little closed-mouth smirk. He always seemed to be gazing into the distance with the darkest shade of chocolate eyes you could ever find, as if He saw her coming, and He would say, "Marilee Gomez."

But this was a lie - everybody knew this.

Everyone except Marilee. Poor Marilee; no one ever thought to save the sad girl some heartbreak and just break the news to her. Instead, they all let...

Profile Feature Writing Competition

The Deception of Marilee Gomez

He could lie straight through his blush colored lips. I would say 'He could lie straight through his teeth', but He never smiled long enough for anyone to ever see His neatly aligned pearly whites. But, yes, He had a problem with lying. He loved only two things: Himself and God - everybody knew this. Yet, people used to ask Him all the time, "Who do you love the most?" His tanned hand would brush back His perfectly styled hair and He would turn His lip upward into a little closed-mouth smirk. He always seemed to be gazing into the distance with the darkest shade of chocolate eyes you could ever find, as if He saw her coming, and He would say, "Marilee Gomez."

But this was a lie - everybody knew this.

Everyone except Marilee. Poor Marilee; no one ever thought to save the sad girl some heartbreak and just break the news to her. Instead, they all let...

Profile Feature Writing Competition

The Deception of Marilee Gomez

He could lie straight through his blush colored lips. I would say 'He could lie straight through his teeth', but He never smiled long enough for anyone to ever see His neatly aligned pearly whites. But, yes, He had a problem with lying. He loved only two things: Himself and God - everybody knew this. Yet, people used to ask Him all the time, "Who do you love the most?" His tanned hand would brush back His perfectly styled hair and He would turn His lip upward into a little closed-mouth smirk. He always seemed to be gazing into the distance with the darkest shade of chocolate eyes you could ever find, as if He saw her coming, and He would say, "Marilee Gomez."

But this was a lie - everybody knew this.

Everyone except Marilee. Poor Marilee; no one ever thought to save the sad girl some heartbreak and just break the news to her. Instead, they all let...

Profile Feature Writing Competition

The Deception of Marilee Gomez

He could lie straight through his blush colored lips. I would say 'He could lie straight through his teeth', but He never smiled long enough for anyone to ever see His neatly aligned pearly whites. But, yes, He had a problem with lying. He loved only two things: Himself and God - everybody knew this. Yet, people used to ask Him all the time, "Who do you love the most?". His tanned hand would brush back His perfectly styled hair and He would turn His lip upward into a little closed-mouth smirk. He always seemed to be gazing into the distance with the darkest shade of chocolate eyes you could ever find, as if He saw her coming, and He would say, "Marilee Gomez."

But this was a lie - everybody knew this.

Everyone except Marilee. Poor Marilee; no one ever thought to save the sad girl some heartbreak and just break the news to her. Instead, they all let...

Profile Feature Writing Competition

The Deception of Marilee Gomez

He could lie straight through his blush colored lips. I would say 'He could lie straight through his teeth', but He never smiled long enough for anyone to ever see His neatly aligned pearly whites. But, yes, He had a problem with lying. He loved only two things: Himself and God - everybody knew this. Yet, people used to ask Him all the time, "Who do you love the most?". His tanned hand would brush back His perfectly styled hair and He would turn His lip upward into a little closed-mouth smirk. He always seemed to be gazing into the distance with the darkest shade of chocolate eyes you could ever find, as if He saw her coming, and He would say, "Marilee Gomez."
But this was a lie - everybody knew this.
Everyone except Marilee. Poor Marilee; no one ever thought to save the sad girl some heartbreak and just break the news to her. Instead, they all let...

See

In a life time
There is so much to see
A whole world to see
Everything
To
See
But at the end of the day
I will only see
What I was
Meant
To
See

See

In a life time
There is so much to see
A whole world to see
Everything 
To
See
But at the end of the day
I will only see
What I was meant
To
See

In The End

Truth be told
Or never telled
I held your hand
Walked through your hell

But in the end
You put me through mine
In a hell
That never quells 

In my hand
I held lovers pen
Wrote a story with no end

And even now
Three months gone by 
Our lovers door 
Left open wide 

Been to heaven 
Been to hell
Back to heaven
Back to hell 

All trapped under
Your magic spell

In a trance
That never fades
Stuck in purgatory
For days and days

I loved you then
I loved you now
Even though
You've turned into a clown 

Hurt me once
Hurt me twice
Hurt me three times
Like I have no choice 

Stuck in a cycle with no end
Where is my godamn godsend? 

God oh god why don't you come?
Need someone to hold back the gun

God oh God the end is near
I see the light, it's become so clear

You don't want...

Quartet

A Name Comes to Mind

He relished in other peoples misery, but everyone seemed to love his charasmatic personality. His brown hair was the nicest that school had ever seen and his perfectly fake smile could rip a person at the seams. 

Wouldn't It Be Nice? (A Hardworker's Prayer)

Wouldn't it be nice
To be the very best
To never have to try
Or even have to rest
Things would just come easy 
It'd be a piece of cake 
You'd be the first to leave the nest
Learned to fly before the rest

But for most it isn't like this 
For most we have to work 
Train and run and train again 
Until we're overworked  
Things don't come easy
We aren't always the very best
But we would try, and try and try 
Until we are drowning in our sweat

We overcome the people who say we can't
We overcome the negativity
We overcome our failing bodies
And we'd do it all with creativity

No we don't all start out the very best
(we may even sit the bench)
But one day we will reach the top
Above all the rest
Be among the legends, the heroes, and the greats
We will live to impress

They will aspire...

Wouldn't It Be Nice? (A Hardworker's Prayer)

Wouldn't it be nice
To be the very best
To never have to try
Or even have to rest
Things would just come easy 
It'd be a piece of cake 
You'd be the first to leave the nest
Learned to fly before the rest

But for most it isn't like this 
For most we have to work 
Train and run and train again 
Until we're overworked  
Things don't come easy
We aren't always the very best
But we would try, and try and try 
Until we are drowning in our sweat

We overcome the people who say we can't
We over come the negativity
We over come our failing bodies
And we'd do it all with creativity

No we don't all start out the very best
(we may even sit the bench)
But one day we will reach the top
Above all the rest
Be among the legends, the heroes, and the greats
We will live to impress

They...

The Mountain and The Moon

There is a mountain that lives near my home
And it knows how to roam
East to West
North to south
Following the moon in the sky
All seasons it will stay close by
It doesn't know how to hide
Braves the snow
Braves the sun
and the rain
and the wind
It’ll withstand the pain
just so it can kiss the moon goodnight
As the mountain slowly crumbles to pieces

Historical Fiction Competition

Me Ionwo

  I was born in Ghana during a drought. The luminous sun beat down onto the earth, baking all of us to a crisp. For an extremely long time, we were never visited by rain, which made the world around us dry, barren and infertile. Our harvest failed, leaving our produce wilted, straw-like and dead. The huge river that used to flow through the village is gone now too. It dried up, leaving nothing behind, not even a trickle of water.
   I was one of the very few infant children who survived this first year. Because of this, my Mother named me Monifa, which means “I am lucky”.
    The village took a long time to recover - almost ten years before we had a successful harvest. But when it happened, we were all so happy. At last, we could stop the borrowing from the nearby tribe, the Akanni. All my life we had to barter for the basic necessities our...

Wings of Icarus

    It started out like a dream, like a goal inaccessible by anyone else. The words were dipped in sugar and the kisses tasted like honey. We held hands like we’d never let go and our hugs were the closest thing we’ve ever been to home. Promises were always kept, and every I love you felt so real, unlike all the illusions or deceptions my mind had conjured in the past. With every sunrise and sunset it seemed as though we were getting closer and closer to our happily ever after… we wanted to explore the four corners of the earth together, to see the seven wonders together, to experience life together. We wanted to soar, to defy gravity, to chase the sun and the moon and stars…together.
    But humans aren’t made to reach the sun as we soon found out. Not even humans with the courage, the audacity, and the wings could ever fly that high. We were like Icarus;...

The Begining of Somthing that Later Ruined my Life

    My first kiss was in the basement of the mall near my town. It was with a boy who would later become my first love. I still remember the old sweatshirt I was wearing and the fact that I was so nervous, I couldn't even look this boy in the eye. Everytime he tried to hold me, I would giggle and pull away. We were both each other's first kisses, but for some reason he was so much more confident than I. I remember my cheeks turning a bright shade of rose and him just smiling and telling me to close my eyes...and I did. I can still feel his hands on my face and his chest against mine and his smell filling my nose. Even to this day, the scent of his cologne still lingers on my skin. No matter how hard I try to scrub it off, I never can seem to rid myself of his smell. I...

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