They drove out after the Halloween drive-in movie. They didn't have dates. They just cruised by the lover's lane along the railroad tracks, slowly passing by a car or two to ogle and razz. Wilmer flashed the headlights of his convertible Mercury. Bored with that the boys stood beside his car looking down the railway line. The moon was in and out behind clouds. They discussed it. "It's so cool. Let's do it!" Jay glanced at...
It was a day Lincoln High School would never forget. Thirty-five white mice with beady-red eyes scurrying the halls like inmates set free in a jailbreak. Susie had never told any of us her plan. Maybe that was because it wasn’t a plan, per se. She just got up and one by one, opened their cages, pardoning what was supposed to be an immutable death sentence—the 10:30, AP Bio class dissection. Chaos ensued. Susie waving her...
“You think it’s okay?” Abigail asked tentatively. Emma held up the phone and began to read aloud. “‘Dearest Troy’ – Dearest was a nice touch – ‘I’m so happy for you getting your dream job! That’s quite an achievement – you should have a big celebration. The thing is, Troy... I don’t want to hold you back. You need to be free, and deserve someone just as supportive of your aspirations as you’ve been of mine.’ “Supportive?”...
I felt locked away, in a room with no windows, no door, no escapePounding upon the padded walls, silent echoes of my screamsRainbow drops of tears sliding down my cheek, splashing upon the cold hard concrete floorWeary eyes drowning the sorrows of pain into darkness of sleep each nightLost in my own mind, of mazes and unforgiving torture of my own mistakesUntil that crack that appeared upon the wall, breaking wide for me...
Stop the Waterf a L L. It Trickles Down My Spine And Lets Me Know You Are Not Mine You Make Me Melt You Make Me Sweat The Birthday Candle To My Cigarette The Water Balloon To My Underground Tunnel I Feel Your Chill In The Caverns Of My Head And To My Head You Lend Some Bitterness, Resent But Also Some Obsession My Altarpiece, Ghent Waves Of Glamour Waves Of Terror Waves Of Something That Throws Me Into A Crisis Why Is Th...
I see what you've becomeYou have to take shots at me I sure hope you think you wonI can finally break free It’s so easy for me to say goodbye The straw finally broke the camel's backI shall never think of you again or cry This was the last attack I wish you a very nice life I won’t dare speak to you Thankfully, I’m a wife You really have no clue I will wish you well You're now just a memory Honestly, I hope you go to hell...
As free as a sparrow Gliding through the skies Wings spread wide Flying free Searching the heavens Looking for the unknown Caught in the morning sunrise Looking towards the seas As the day turns to night Cool air blowing through the sky Looking for the highest peak Settling down for the night Waiting for morning light Rising sun peeking through the clouds Ready to fly Once again looking for the unknown
A Willing Prisoner Of Love I am your prisoner, as sure as there's love. Bound in a cage like a single white dove. To spread my wings with no place to fly; Will you set me free or watch me die. With a tear in your eye and sadness in your heart, You release my soul, tearing yours apart. I leap from my perch and out the door, to swoop on down, landing there on the floor. Up I look, gazing into your eyes, Extending my wings I...
I hear you calling my name, But I can’t come home to you. I feel the wind blow across my plains,It’s calming my fears. I listen to the river tell me its tales;It’s soothing my soul. Under these starry skiesMy thoughts are of you. Remember me like I used to be.Remember me when my soul was still free. I’m ready to follow the voiceThat’s calling me home. Sound the bugles for me.I’m coming home.
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I choose to become an independent author I choose to write organically I choose my friends wisely I choose to say “NO!” when something doesn’t feel right in my soul I choose my destinations in life I choose to read quality stories and poetry I choose which deity I want to worship I choose to not let other people’s opinions of me to gnaw at me I choose what’s best for Sharon, no one else I choose whose opinion really matte...
"If you gave me the keys when we stopped for gas, we would never end up here." I turned in my seat of the Mercury, grabbing the back of my neck. I glared at Perseo. "Shut up, heifer!" Perseo said, turning the key in the ignition. "Stop it!" I waved the fumes from my nose. "You're so stupid; you can't drive out of here. Are you trying to kill us? Your drinking has gotta stop." "Nothing is wrong with my drinking!" I braced...
Sticks tied to strings and allowed to dance.At the hands of another, the only chance. Controlled, told what and when to do."Your friend I'll be, if only this do you." Never wanting you for what you are.Needing to shape and control, bizarre. Hung from their hand. Moving to their band. Feet not on the ground.Silenced how profound. Giving away ones' own dignity, who you really are.Tossed here and there, stepped on like a spe...
Here she comes, the sweetest, sexiest, most loveliest girl in the whole department, the delightful Rachael. What any guy wouldn't give for a date with such a desirable angel. "There you go, Dave." she says to me. "White with no sugar." Rachael plonks the coffee down on my desk with a total lack of consideration, her act of indifference results in half the cup's contents spilling into the saucer. Her body language says it...
Free. Free of the cruelness of the world, Nothing penetrating my bubble of happiness, Embracing me with warm arms, Tending to the metaphorical wounds of life. Smiles all round as the aroma of peace And serenity lingers in the air. Golden glows emanating From the nature of my surroundings, The people, the birds, Even the emerald blades of grass, With tiny droplets of morning dew Clinging to them, Like petite diamonds cling...
