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Gina pulled the rusting green by SkyeGirl123, literature

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Gina pulled the rusting green

Learning to Live Gina pulled the rusting green lawn chair to the middle of her shaded yard and sat down. To her left was the sunset and to her right the scraggy mountains. She could just catch a little glimpse of both over the top of the fence and between the houses and trees. She had lived in this valley for twenty years, she realized, and never once acted on her dream of climbing to the top of those trail-less mountains. In front of Gina whirred the air conditioner that kept her family’s house cool, and behind her a bird chirped twice and flew away. This wasn’t the wilderness she wanted. And she wasn’t eve

Thinking about this. Need imput. by SkyeGirl123, literature

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Thinking about this. Need imput.

I was asleep when it happened. When I look back across the years, sometimes I'm glad that I was, but most of the time, I wish I hadn't been. I always imagine that there was something I could have done—or at the very least, that I could have died too. I was so young. A child. A baby in so many ways. The world wasn't done trampling on me and showing me what it was capable of. I didn't wake up when it happened, either. I slept the whole night next to my dead husband. In the morning I slipped out of bed, ate breakfast alone, and fumed about our fight the day before as I left the house and wandered over to Arya's to complain and fish. My

Benjamin Brooks by SkyeGirl123, literature

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Benjamin Brooks

Benjamin Brooks was a simple man. He had graduated from a community college while living at home and then went on to marry the first woman he ever went on a date with, Barbara. On Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays, he worked as an accountant for two different local businesses. When he and Barbara moved out of his parent's basement, they rented a two-bedroom apartment and used the second room as an office. The two slept in separate beds on opposite sides of the room and the most expensive thing they owned were the little gold bands on their fingers. They never invested in cable, internet, or even cell phones. They had a 1995 mammo

Too Pretty For Me by SkyeGirl123, literature

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Too Pretty For Me

There she was again. Her lips were full. Her long blonde hair soft and perfectly wavy. Her green eyes giggled as they danced down the hall. Her pants highlighted her shapely hips and her shirt was tight in all the right places. She was too pretty for me. It was because of her that I learned the proper way to spell "awful." And "whore." There was no doubt in my soul that I loved her. With every bone in my body, I yearned to touch her, hold her, make her mine. I wanted her smile to light up my world now more than ever before. She brought joy to everyone. Everywhere she went the boys and girls alike perked up. I wanted tha

Loser Kid by SkyeGirl123, literature

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Loser Kid

I was just a loser kid Bad grades, bad friends, bad home No job and no hope of college I failed every test I took. I hated myself from the inside I hated my mom and my only brother And I was angry at the dad I never had Life was a chore and I was done. But you You push me to do more You push me to do better To make myself someone And I never told you Sometimes words just get in the way But it's because of you I'm standing here today. I had to pick myself up off the floor Cuz you were soo good for me I had to be good for you So soft and so bitter-sweet. My life was ruined by the time I was 16 I'd done all there was to do

The Thing by SkyeGirl123, literature

Poem for the Hopeless Romantic by SkyeGirl123, literature

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Poem for the Hopeless Romantic

Come along with me And we will take some corner of the world Which everyone had forgotten And make it ours. Let us paint the night skies With the blood from our fingertips And we'll make the angels sing God will shy away from our combined energy A life source so bright We'll outshine the celestial kingdom. We would make beautiful love You once told me so yourself Take me into your arms and hold me Let me melt into you and reach Reach in and touch your very soul. Let us combine ourselves into one As our bodies and souls intertwine To make awesome the rights that are ours The right to each other And the right not to care As

Omnipotent Mirror by SkyeGirl123, literature

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Omnipotent Mirror

The gold-rimmed mirror shines Reflecting all the things wrong The abuse, the famine, the war, the lies Crippling the earth and denying a crutch Corroding the beautiful from the inside Until the skin peels back like curdled dairy And reveals the beast behind the mask. The Mirror reveals the teenage mother selling herself On the corner of Broken and Beat Because she was trained to be an object And like a moth powerless to resist The smooth, pale, fickle light of death She will always gravitate towards those Who will love her the least as they Play their dirty stained card tricks Breathing still and contaminating the air As she l

Faces by SkyeGirl123, literature

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Faces

Running, running backside, Running away, Waiting for the blood-red bullet That'll call my name. Shelling breaking my eardrums, Wrenching my heart, They want me to jump up, But the fear is so bitter in my gut. Dead and dying all around, A rain from hell, Don't look at the face, the face, Will they eventually look at mine? My brother, my mother, My best friend, my lover, All their faces on my tongue, When will they see me next? Robot, that's all that I am, I just do what they say, March, follow orders, Get up again the next day. Inside, inside of me, A child is crippling, As it runs I am running, Trying to keep it alive.

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The Beauty of Creation by InstilledPhear, literature

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The Beauty of Creation

A bullet point I have on my bucket list, one I have thought of periodically, is to create something that can never be uncreated. It was one of the first things I put on my list, along with a few other seemingly more easily attainable tasks. At first I thought music would be a good one. Like Bach or Beethoven, their timeless masterpieces will go on forever. But the problem is, sheet music can burn, CDs can scratch or get lost, and the memory of a tune can alter and eventually fade over time. "What about a large stone sculpture?" I thought, "Like Stonehenge or something." But stone too, can wither away with time, and the origina

Cold by WordofLife, literature

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Cold

Nine out of ten people are liars, three out of five people are angry, two out of three people are hopeless, and two out of one are wasteful No one said this world was perfect, No one said this world was kind, I'm not the only one, silent, worthless, I'm not the first to lose their mind I've seen death, War, Anger, Dust, Pain, Agony, Sinfulness, Lust, All of which left me unscathed I've been in love, Happyness, Longing, Forgiving, All of which left me in pain I've seen the dark side of the moon, It is the furthest thing from pretty, I've lost all there is to lose, Now I shall sit down, and forget everything.

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Breaking Through by SkyeGirl123, visual art

Breaking Through

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I'm pretty awesome. With the exception of my seemingly-random bouts of un-awesomeness, of course.

Current Residence: Cardboard box on mainstreet
Favourite genre of music: Um, all kinds
Favourite photographer: Er...
Favourite style of art: Um, pictures?
Operating System: Wha??!!
MP3 player of choice: Ipod
Shell of choice: Um... turtle....
Skin of choice: I like my paleness
Favourite cartoon character: Rock Lee
Personal Quote: .... Hola.

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Beats me! ^^

Favourite Movies

Phantom of the Opera & Kung Fu Panda

Favourite TV Shows

ADVENTURE TIME~!

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Lady Gaga. And. Other people.

Favourite Books

The Hobbit, Of Mice and Men, A Tale of Two Cities

Favourite Writers

Darren Shan, J.R.R. Tolkein

Favourite Games

Pokemon. :I

Favourite Gaming Platform

Uh, wii?

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Fingers. Dun dun DUUUUUUUN.

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Writing. Breathing. All that jazz.

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Apr 7, 2011

'The Way Ornaments Cascade' by Brian Coo

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The Way Ornaments Cascade by Brian CooK (It won't show the K in the title >.

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Mar 19, 2011

125 Questions

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1) are you up for answering 125 questions? Obviously 2) Was your last relationship a mistake? I don't think so 3) Do you believe in God? Yep 4) Who did you last say "I love you" to? My daddy 5) Do you regret it? Pssh. No. 6) Have you ever been depressed? Yes. 7) Have a best friend? Oh, yeah, many. 8) Are you a boy or girl? Girl 9) What is your relationship status? "in a relationship: 10) How do you want to die? Mmm. Slowly. I wanna see it coming. 11) What did you last eat? Brownie! :D 12) Like to go on walks? Sure 13) Do you bite your nails? Never 14) When was your last physical fight? Fight fight?... First grade.

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Feb 16, 2011

Tales of a Sophomore Nothing

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I have nothing to say. No joke. I just hated looking at my page and seeing the old journal entry. I guess I don't write as much because... because I don't think I need it. Last year, especially last spring, brought me to my knees and made me cry for my life. I am really good at repressing bad memories, and going over my old journal entries, I realized I have mentally blocked a lot of what happened to me that winter. Certain parts of last spring will haunt me forever, though. It was, most literally, the darkest part of my life. And I've never told parts of it out loud. But someday, I'd imagine I'll want to talk to somebody. Since it was about

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Jul 23, 2011

Psst! Hey! Hey Brittney!

So, I showed my mom that poem. :3 She loved it so much that she got goosebumps all down her arms. Just thought I'd remind you that your poetry is fantastically amazing. ^^

Jul 24, 2011

Hahaha! Well, thank you. It probably helped that I put it in a fancy frame.

Jul 25, 2011

A fancy frame with a MIRRORRRR!

Naww.

Jul 25, 2011

^^ I needed to make it nice, I kept you waiting for so long, haha. It makes me feel really good to know that you're enjoying it.

May 13, 2011

BRITTNEYYYY

Remember that stanza in that one poem of yours that I love so very very much? Please post it as soon as you remember. Like, really. I swear it's a chunk of my soul. I MUST READ ITTT

May 16, 2011

*smacks forehead* Yes! I will! I must! I'm sorry I'm such a dunce and keep on forgetting!!!