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The disgrace to my name,
And smear to my pride.
The enemy who lurks,
Is the enemy who dies.
The contrast that's stark,
And the contrast that's weak.
The instinct to fight,
Or to turn the other cheek.
The never-ending war,
And flames on the fire.
The rage to continue,
When the stakes turn dire.
The maturity to stop,
And the power to resist.
The childish games,
And the ones you might miss.
The talent that's gone,
And the ones who you've left.
The life that you live,
Will have no regrets.
The turning of the cheek,
And the stoppage of vanity.
For it's better to live free,
Than die with no sanity.
And smear to my pride.
The enemy who lurks,
Is the enemy who dies.
The contrast that's stark,
And the contrast that's weak.
The instinct to fight,
Or to turn the other cheek.
The never-ending war,
And flames on the fire.
The rage to continue,
When the stakes turn dire.
The maturity to stop,
And the power to resist.
The childish games,
And the ones you might miss.
The talent that's gone,
And the ones who you've left.
The life that you live,
Will have no regrets.
The turning of the cheek,
And the stoppage of vanity.
For it's better to live free,
Than die with no sanity.
Literature
In the Mirror
She cracks the door just an inch, peering through the crack into the darkness of the room beyond. Lightning flashes through the window, illuminating vague figures standing still. Fingers twitching, mind racing, heart pounding, she pushes through the door and reaches to grab the nearest figure. The white fabric slips silently off as she touches it, revealing the chair underneath. A wry grin finds its way onto her face and she moves through the room. Dust bunnies run from her falling footsteps, jumping quickly then slowly drifting back to the floor. She slides the cloth from several pieces, a table, a couch, more chairs, a trunk, a vanity.
Literature
Mirror
What do you see when you look in the mirror?
Do you see yourself in your own special beauty?
Do you see someone you don't know or some fake shadow of yourself?
Or do you see your own hidden demons smiling at your pain in your eyes; waiting for a chance to break free?
Ever since I was young I have seen myself
Slowly change into a person I don't know.
This person turned into someone I hated.
Someone who was the exact opposite of my values and goals.
Some my own hidden demons started showing.
They laugh and grin through the unknown girl's eyes.
I became darker and out of control
I became what I hated
My mirror showed a monster.
After my frien
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Unconventional
Garry kept fiddling with a loose thread on his leather jacket. Laura had warned that she’d be late. She always ran late for everything. It was a social anxiety trait she got from her mother. Garry still worried, though. He looked down at his watch, then flipped open his phone to see if he had missed a call or a text message. That’s when she snuck up on him.
“Oh goodness. You scared me, Laura,” Garry said while clutching his hand over his chest. Laura’s face broke into the smile that he loved so much from her pictures.
“Garry, it’s so good to finally see you in person,” she said,
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Oh hey! Look, a poem!
Yeah, yeah I have written in awhile. I just cranked this one out because I felt like I should finally write something. It's basically about stepping up and being the better person even though you may have people who are holding you back. This isn't about anyone, just a general poem so don't think I'm making a literature smear company here
Yeah, yeah I have written in awhile. I just cranked this one out because I felt like I should finally write something. It's basically about stepping up and being the better person even though you may have people who are holding you back. This isn't about anyone, just a general poem so don't think I'm making a literature smear company here
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oh wow, it's been a long time since you last submitted something, Shecka O:
great job, it's written very well
great job, it's written very well