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sinking feeling.Fallling far too quickly
A sinking feeling, to say the least
Everything is slipping away, fading
Holding on to the memories keeping me afloat
Waves crashing down on my, loosening my grip
My head goes under, but I pull myself up once more
The water's rising in the sea of solitude
I hold on with all the strength I have left,
But it's just not enough, and my fingers slip
A downward force is pulling me
As I gaze at the surface, of what once was.
wonderland.As the evening sun shines toward my face,
I shield my eyes with my hands to counteract the intense light
Yet below the boundaries of my two hands,
I can see a shimmering, reflected wonderland on the ground:
Forgotten webs of spiders, slung mercilessly between grass blades
Beads of dew already forming
It is a beautiful sight that is rarely seen with appreciation
I lower my hands, and am nearly blinded once more.
i write.I write, but then again, so does everyone.
Some use clever rhymes
Others conjoin unnecessary adjectives to obscure nouns in a mysterious manner
I write, but then again, what does it mean anymore?
Some use writing as a means of expression
Others write because they think it makes them different
I write, but then again, what good is it for me?
you are light.Like a mighty wind blowing away the clouds,
you came and brightened my life
I can see my surroundings
They used to terrify me with their power and size
And now I realize that they were merely shadows against the dim light that I lived
You have given me breath, life, love, and most of all, light.
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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