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Colors_of_the_Wind
2 months ago
United States

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Never Forget

Here, it is edited. Is it still a micro fic? Or something else?

He beat her, He cursed her, He made her submit, and now...She won't ever forget his face. The face of a monster as he raises his fist to pound me into the dirt. The face of twisted love and sadistic hatred. The face from my past, the face from my nightmares. I will never forget.

Are You Proud?

I'm sorry, Dad, that I'm such a disappointment. This is me.

I'll never be the perfect girl, Never be the one to get straight A's Never the one to go and go until I'm defeated I guess I should be sorry, But I can't say that I am, I'm doing my absolute best, Why can't you see that? I'm tired, my feet are dragging on the ground I'm worn, too many... too many emotions, grades, words, thoughts, things to-do... too much... too much of you. I'm sorry, sorry I can't take all this, sorry I...

The Ghost

Interpret as you will...

Half-way across the world, (You guys are so lucky) Is better than gone. (To have them coming home) In Iraq fighting, (I’ll never get to see them) Instead of up in Heaven. (But you have only a few months) Help me (Help me) Find me (Find me) Down in the dark (Can’t find my own way home) Help me (Help me) Find me (Find me) I’m a ghost (Looking for my way home) Up in Heaven (I’m home) Instead of haunting (I’m safe) A house do...

Depression

An old poem from an old account in the voice of the old me...

You can't see me,You can't see my teary eyes, Or the tracks down my face, Or the blood slowly trickling from my wrists.Not much left. Almost gone.You can't see me,You can't see my pale face, Or the fear in my eyes, Or the scars all over from his assault.Mind going blank. Almost gone.You can't see me,Not here. He made sure of that. He made sure I was in the dark When I ended my own life.

Under the Full Moon

From leaf to beautiful flower...

The brilliance of it shines pale grey-white like a seagull's feathers in the sea of black inky oil, giving her the only light there was. The leaves in hues of red and shades of brown, yellows and oranges as vibrant as a stoplight and as dim as the mucky slime that they call baby food. They fall, floating gracefully down to the ground from their uppermost perch in the city's version of a forest canopy. As a baby-food-orang...

Tiger's Tears

This is a work of fiction from my other site...

She feels her heart drop through her stomach and out the other end. It has crashed to the floor and popped and now the blood gushes around her in a big lake of cherry kool-aid. Her eyes feel as if they roll back into her head and will never come back to the front- there is only pitch black in her vision. Her arms and legs shake, causing her to lean on the wall in order to not fall into her own blood. But she opens her eye...

Magical Tea

Vanilla tea really helps me to sleep...

Vanilla tea, down the throat, warm in the belly, helping me cope...Lay in my bed, closing my eyes, dream a sweet dream about you and I...I'm in your arms, safe and sound, too bad when I wake up you aren't around.

He's Gone...

This was a dream I had awhile back... or maybe a nightmare...

Scream and holdOnto a stomach of coalsHe runs to my sideAnd to my requests, abides.We rush, to the hospital,Through corridors of white,Blood drips between my thighs,Laying down didn't help, not quite.I didn't know I passed out,Not til I woke later that night,I shouted for him, called,He showed with a face like he was ready to fight.Then he found me,and I turned my eyes just enough to see..."He's gone..." he whispered,And...