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Three-line poems that describe the conflicts between beauty, sadness, fear, and desire.
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I want wrists curved like butterfly wings; a jawline arched like the vein of a leaf; a ribcage like a harp. I will sway to music-box melodies beside the daisies: the dandelion ballerina…
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A collection of pieces that revolve around the nature and nurture creation of a human being, told from the perspectives of air, water, earth, and fire.
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She was trying desperately to break the boundaries of her being and bind her blemishes in bandages...

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Archive of posts published in the tag: fear

The Colour of Corruption

  White is a beautiful colour. White is a quiet and peaceful expression of childhood – it is pure, innocent, virtuous. White exists as a perfect combination of every colour in the spectrum – it is equal, perfect, whole. White is angelic in…

This Loving

  I love you. We’ve all heard these words before. We’ve said them before. We’ve given them out like they were candies wrapped in little blue boxes with silver strings, we’ve imagined them into our desires so we could feel a little less…

Metamorphosis

Today I realized how dependent I am on the personalities of others to hide away the things about me I don’t want to accept. *** I’m using people like camouflage, changing myself as if everything I am doesn’t go beyond skin. *** Please…

Learning to Fly

I’ve never been so tired – but it’s the kind of tired would you wait your whole life to feel because that’s how you know you are living this life with your whole heart and soul. *** I didn’t know it was possible…

The Shrinking Girl

  It happened in a subway sandwich shop, of all places. This is where you go to feel full, not empty; but there he was, watching us, hungry, licking his lips. I never thought about how easy it would be for someone unclasp…

Losing Time

I have lost time the way I lose eyelashes: perpetually, unconsciously, dismissively – and I never noticed how jetlagged my innocence was until I couldn’t compensate for the loss of my childhood anymore. *** I play hide-and-seek with goodbyes because when they find me I know…

Fairest of Them All

ROSEMARY: A young, fairy-tale loving girl who was raised by a gentle and attentive mother (MARIANNE). She is initially bright and hopeful, but as she grows older and more beautiful, she becomes the object of her mother’s jealousy. Thus her relationship with MARIANNE…

Not Unbreakable

I am not unbreakable. I spend my time dodging the echoes of footsteps, slipping around the discordant quavers of notes that try to penetrate my skin and mummify me with bandages of music staffs. I hear the pleas and the screams of the…

The Vanity Ventriloquist

Vanity controls all. Some are ashamed of being less than perfect, and their vanity compels them to hide within the dark. Some are proud of being ideally beautiful, and their vanity compels them to appear before the light. But all are controlled by…

Porcelain Berry Vines

What do these texts suggest about an individual’s response to the constraints of convention or circumstance? (Polished Personal) Creative Response to “Diary of a Piano-Tuner’s Wife” with connections based off ideas of rebellion and the imagery of gardening. Theme Statement: When individuals who have…

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