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Linear Recollections
It started here, on this number line, and it’s marked by numerals,in circles and squares. And it ends here. In fact, however. . .it never began, and it never ends.
By David Power8 years ago in Poets
Moon Taxi
The smell of french vanilla coffee and hazelnut creamer fill the air; as he made his morning coffee. I take a moment before going down stairs to breathe in the familiar smell. It takes me back to where we first met; the fountain cafe. I head down to the kitchen and see him. His broad shoulders and tan back glow from the sun reflecting in from the nearby window. I hug him from behind and greet him with a mornings kiss. His warm lips meet mine, I can almost taste the coffee on his lips as I slowly pull away. I hug his waist, memories flood my mind. I can still remember the way he looked at me when he first saw me. His big light brown eyes peered up at me and that smile, that damn smile stole my heart. At that moment I didn't want to let him go, because if I did I was afraid I'd lose him forever...
By Mariah M8 years ago in Poets
Enduring The Storm
I believed the sun was vanishing. My mind trapped, taken over By a dark and cluttered disaster, As if every thought got caught
By Amelia Davis8 years ago in Poets
I've Never Felt So Alone In A Crowded Room
I've never felt so alone in a crowded room The voices that ring all around me can't even break the barrier The happy smiles that lay smugly on everyone's faces fail to infect me
By Shannon Bartie8 years ago in Poets
Something Else
When I; some way some day, became and become; in a state of pure, and uttermost bliss, it doesn't last? I'd guess that'll be right, whereas I would proceed forth into our vast universe's magnetic field. From within my body's, mind's soul. Wonderous, bright, powerful love - vibrations of positivity. Looking forward to finding an elusion. The way to the path. To elude the fate. The right of way; me being me. On this day, I can be free, free to love, to feel; if only able to achieve what’s been so close.
By Kennee Marie8 years ago in Poets
So Far Away
Although I am Surrounded by Thousands of people, I feel that I stand alone. They scream your names, But I am completely silent.
By Arianna Jordan8 years ago in Poets
'Halloween 3': Who Needs Michael Myers?
Hello, and welcome back to Second Chances where I talk about things that deserve another shot. There are few horror movies that have been more influential than John Carpenter's 1978 classic Halloween. The story of babysitters terrorized by the psychopathic Michael Myers on Halloween night became the template for almost all the slasher flicks that came out afterward. It was also a massive success, taking in $70 million worldwide on a budget of only $300k. Naturally, sequels were wanted by the studio, but Carpenter and his co-producer Debra Hill didn't want to rehash the Michael Myers story over and over. So they struck a deal with the studio. The second would continue from the original's cliffhanger, and the follow-ups would present new stories. That deal gave us Halloween 3: Season of the Witch.
By Adam Wallace8 years ago in Horror
To Whom It May Concern
you took my power when you took my heart yet I gave it willingly then you smashed it to pieces like the windows that you broke
By Ailyna Redbird8 years ago in Poets