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Literaturesome kind of wonderfulmost do a simple evasion, requiring only a few lies and ulterior motives even if it's not in one's nature to escape, we all have to, at some time or another some are lazy and leave an imprint of their body on the sheets, some flee all the way to Switzerland to hide things that are not theirs sometimes, as a result of the evasion, or just regardless, there is an unhappy ending in the movies, the girl that walks down the street crying is chased down by the one who caused her tears and there is forgiveness and there is beauty and promises in real life she simply keeps walking alone, learning that her temper never servesAll

Literaturesome kind of wonderfulmost do a simple evasion, requiring only a few lies and ulterior motives even if it's not in one's nature to escape, we all have to, at some time or another some are lazy and leave an imprint of their body on the sheets, some flee all the way to Switzerland to hide things that are not theirs sometimes, as a result of the evasion, or just regardless, there is an unhappy ending in the movies, the girl that walks down the street crying is chased down by the one who caused her tears and there is forgiveness and there is beauty and promises in real life she simply keeps walking alone, learning that her temper never servesFeatured

LiteratureThe Gypsy's Niece Chapter 17CHAPTER 17 Will surveys the cafeteria, every other person in a tiara or eye-patch or witch’s hat. It is abuzz with laughter and nudging elbows and people jumping out of their seats to get the spectacular special, pumpkin pie, ordered, specialty-made, not cooked in the behemoth of an oven in the school kitchens. “It’s funny,” he says, swirling his fry in his ketchup. “Everyone’s always like “oh, Halloween’s the one day of the year when you pretend you’re someone else!’ But really, when you think about it, it’s not that different from the rest of the year.” I shrug, my bare shoulderThe Gypsy's Niece

LiteratureSoundtrack to Your Life Track77-Dirty Little Secret-All-American Rejects January 2nd “You’re not the only one who needs to know…” History class wasn’t too terrible: mundane and achingly dull, but still. It could’ve been worse. I know it’ll be an easy class, though. Take the notes. Study the notes. Take the test. Two plus two. Equals four. Room #622(who comes up with these random numbers, anyway), English, Navarro. I feel soft and exposed in all this pushing, shoving, and hormones run rampant in the halls. All they seem to do is gossip and occasionally stare at me. I crank up All-American Rejects catchy rock to drone out the cacophoSoundtrack to Your Life

Literaturehow does it feel?I am lost A broken bird with No rest, no redeemable past And a hazy, unlucky future Lost, lost in a sea Of poor choices and Trusts broken I am up before 3 AM And sometimes even after, Woken up by the Tingling sensation that This is the end of the world As I know it I always remember the Anniversary no one else Cares about or even remembers It always seems to be Us or them No in between, A definite pick of sides I want an alternative ending But there are none of those, No deleted scenes, No director's cuts, No previews To this life I don't know what's going on Half of the time, Don't know why the Ones I love AreSongs

LiteratureGo-Gurt Wall RoomGO-GURT WALL ROOM A go-gurt pink wall In a shade she picked Out years ago But can’t stand anymore… Inhabited on her side: A green sleeping bag On a light blue mattress with a pattern of flowers And a stain Both suitcases Mine and hers A deck of cards Clothes A(pink) lawn chair Inhabited on my side: Cushions under MY green sleeping bag A notebook I am writing “The Gypsy’s Niece” in With a $20 bill Between the pages… Books A bag of Doritos Aquafina Me, with a pen in my hands Earphones placed in Writing this You know how When you were little (Or at least when I was) You thought dollsChelan

LiteratureThe Lady of ShalottTHE LADY OF SHALOTT There she lies Floating Cold and waiting for someone To save her Yes, she’s considered Saving herself But the shore is too far For her to reach Haven’t you heard? She’s half-sick of shadows And lies And deceit And unrequited love And jests And blood And feasts And the maypole Tired of this world Of wanting and not having Or having and not wanting She wonders if Her son Galahad With his halo of ringlets And his shining eyes That remind her too much Of her husband who loves The queen of Camelot Instead of his wife The lady of Shalott Will miss her The sky is wide andMorgan le Fay

LiteratureLancelot and GuinevereLancelot and Guinevere Maypole flags Color-blurred Pond She stares in the distance At him; her champion The laden air Between them Moves on and on… A cross of red Is upright In the middle of their line Weighs down like Heavy lead Forbidding Condemning Roses wrapped in water Drooping over the edge Of the table Rich fabric Drapes over Her ladies’ dresses The same ones Who comb her tresses Whisper behind her back Of the fidelity They believe Her Grace does lack… Alas, yes Their hearts do Entwine Steady as the vine Ceremoniously wrapped Around his jousting stick With the betrArthurian

LiteratureFirst Class“FIRST CLASS” First class Italian train Is it any better? Same stale cookies Indoor-grown pale peach Cramped legs I’m still cursed With armrest Napoleons Forte chatter Impossible to read my book So many languages Makes me feel like The stupid one-lingual American Weak coffee Dull décor Yet in the end There will be Firenze And for that I would walk A thousand miles So I don’t complain (Outloud) Clamp my lips Smile fakely And try to sleepItaly

LiteratureA Lie Is A WeedA LIE IS A WEED A lie Can start with a seed It grows to a weed That tangles everything in sight Even a lie Said for love For justice For some noble cause… It’s still a weed A lie is a lie Dead is dead Whether it’s legal As a war Finished in vengeance Or signed in a contract There may very well Be more lies Than truths If that’s so Then it makes sense that we (allegedly) Value the truth more. What is the instinct That makes us know That the truth is the rose And the lie is the weed? Are we born with this innate instinct? Or does it come to us Once we’ve seen a specific amount Of the worlPhilosophical poems

Literaturesymphoniethe audience is seated, waiting well, i'll tell you the story now if you are just willing to sit and listen i'll tell you the story of what was almost something this is the story of a girl who lived on a grey street, who lived looking out her window who was always waiting, waiting and yet running, never knowing if she was running from something or running towards it when they parted, she found that the grey deepened, but the relief almost made up for it she held the seed in her hand, the beginning of what could have been great she stared at it for hours, waiting for the rain to come and wash away the soot under hNarrative poems

LiteratureSophie...SOPHIE… Lord, So many long-distance calls So many letters So many “I miss you”s…. How will I ever Fit it all into One measly poem? We are like The Two Musketeers Who practically follow That nuptial agreement thing (Minus the marriage, of course) You know: “For better or for worse In sickness and in health Blahdidyblahblahblah….” You are always there for me Something that never changes No matter what craptastic attitude I’m in You always help me I remember the card I sent you That pretty much defined Our friendship It was perfect: “If you don’t have anything Nice tSisterhood of Freedome

Literature+ sick lullabiesNow they're going to bed And my stomach is sick And it's all in my head But she's touching his—chest Now, he takes off her dress Now, let me go I just can't look it's killing me And taking control Jealousy, turning saints into the sea Swimming through sick lullabies Choking on your alibis But it's just the price I pay Destiny is calling me Open up my eager eyes 'Cause I'm Mr Brightside She said I think I'll go to Boston... I think I'll start a new life, I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name, I'll get out of California,short stories

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