Adaline Archer
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Just a girl writing about the world.
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I Want to Watch the World Burn
Every night the sun lights the sky on fire. A glowing ball of fire sinking slowly behind the horizon, lighting up the sky and everything it touches. All of the world turns bloody in the crimson glow of the setting sun. It burns so bright that people stop what they are doing to take notice. They stare, they take pictures, they tell all their family and friends to go and look at the sunset. It burns so bright so fast that it leaves everything in darkness. It is as if though universe is so stunned by the beauty that it needs time to contemplate and revel in the fire. The darkness is there to preserve the beauty that the sun created.
By Adaline Archer5 years ago in Earth
Inner Beauty
My mother has taught me many things in life but to me the most important lesson she taught me was inner beauty. I was not a skinny or popular girl growing up. One bright summer day we were going to a public pool. I did not want to put my bathing suit on, since I did not look like the other girls. My mom sat me down and told me something that I will remember for the rest of my life, I hope to share it with my child some day...
By Adaline Archer5 years ago in Poets
The Worst of My Dreams
The most terrifying of my dreams was not of death, sorrow, or sadness, nor loss, theft, or loneliness. All of these dreams would be welcomed in comparison to the dream of last night. I was tricked by the inner longings of my mind. Last night, you told me you loved me. All of the sudden I was awakened to the haunting loneliness that was draped over my body just as the thin blankets that covered me. Never would I have thought that the happiest moment my mind could create could bring such longing and despair. A thought that used to give me strength, now makes me weak, for I know there is no love for me in your heart. Nor will the tender air of your love grace me with its presence again. As the colors of my dream slowly slip back into the grey, the once warm air of your imagined presence chills me to the bone. I have to gather more blankets to replace the warmth I once felt from your imagined embrace. A bitter cold breath sweeps over me as I realize that this moment that I so desperately wish to share will not even cross your mind as you sleep soundly in your bedroom. Oblivious to the silent cries of my heart.
By Adaline Archer5 years ago in Poets
Housemates
Have you ever met people and though “Oh no, I’m not going to like these people. They are not my type of people”. That was the first thing that I thought about my soon to be housemates. They were not like me. They were peppy, loud and over the top. They were the kind of girls my friends and I would have ignored and mocked in high school. I was quiet, negative and secluded. Then a guy moved in and I knew we weren’t going to be friends. He was way to happy, and I had never lived with a guy before. How could I ever be friends with these people? It was going to be a strange house. Little did I know they would be some of the best people I could have ever met.
By Adaline Archer5 years ago in Poets
