Poetry & Short Stories

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My Colors

Purple Means Love
White Is The Dove

Green Shows My Anger
Orange Is Future Danger

Yellow Indicates Brightness
Blue Describes Our Loneliness

And No Matter How You Think These Colors Are Foul
Nothing Shall Equal Up To The Color Of My Soul

        Author Unknown

What I Keep?

They laugh and they stare
They joke, they don't care

I cry and I weep
The razor I keep

My mom stays worried
My dad's asking questions

My mind just hurries
To lie about the dark hidden truth

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How they laugh and how they stare
How they joke, how they don't care

I can't explain

How I cry and how I weep

They wouldn't understand

How the razor I keep

Ending Of Twilight

The twilight is crying

My ears are ringing

Ringing to the sound of A single heart beat

A heart that’s afraid to create

Her feelings and emotions into words

Words that in her mind are double edged swords

 

She goes into the night

She sits on the ground, and holds her knees tight

Crying and Screaming

Just to herself, she realizes

She’s alone and always will be

She’s a ghost in society

Whom invisible to the eyes of others

Others who tortured her soul

Into darkness, and isolation

 

She imagines her life without a cage

How wonderful life would be with wings, and a smile

The sun is starting to rise

Creating a new beginning

A beginning into a new life, with new meaning

And an ending of a life of loneliness

For the twilight time has finally ended

 

Unfinished Love Confession

Heart thumps
thudding with purpose
beating like a drum
through my rib cage
making my vision blur
my world is tilting
all because of three little words
"I love you."
Focusing intently
on the simple task
of breathing
       Emily T, Columbia, SC

Nowhere Girl on the Horizon

What's making you nervous, little blond-haired girl?
Lost in a red dress in her own little world
A forest of change with falling leaves and dead trees
But you still seem to smile for seconds
For me
But as you run toward the purple cloudy horizon of such a long trail
Like a movie it seems slow, like every minute is frozen
I don't know where you're going but I'd like to go too, but my dream is closing
So I'll say good-bye to you
         Numen E., Worcester, MA