| A gift for a friend, it turned out far better than I first anticipated. I'm kinda proud of it, now. |
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Sleepless DreamingBlack. No, blacker than black...Sleepless Dreaming
Is that possible? Yeah.
The night is silent, like it always seems to be out here. Out here in the middle of nowhere. Out here where not even the sun finds me until half-past noon. Desolate wasteland of my childhood, trapping me in its quicksand pits until the day I turn eighteen. So long. So long from now...
I've given up hoping to figure it out. Staring up above me at the dusty rafters has become more than a habit; it's a routine, a ritual, a comfort. I don't know what keeps me awake at these hours. These hours when even the prairie animals and "monsters" of the sand are
by ~yvonne3694
Wanderings of an InsomniacWhy is it that I'm all alone? no one understands like they couldWanderings of an Insomniac
Do I act unlike I should? of these 'rules' i've never heard
Or do the bounds of society simply not cover the plains of my behavior? i fight the mere idea of bonds
Am I judged for this? these opposers aren't really here
Can these people stand to look at me at all? let them stare, they don't see
Do they pretend I'm like them? and they say i'm the sick one
Do they wish I was? yeah, keep dreaming
Does another soul like mine truly search for my company, so that we might be together in our miser
by ~yvonne3694
Along the Dusty SillA once-clear pane of glass, now fogged with evidence of Jack's passing, fills my field of vision; it is the only object that I intend to see, at least for now. Can a reader imagine it quite like I can see it? I daresay not, for it is one of those moments that one must witness in order to fully understand. I, a child of only six, am transfixed by what lies outside of that icy window, too awed to move away, though I am becoming chilled. My mother heaves her heavy sigh, which has weathered the years and continues to speckle her speeches, and calls to my turned back once again, not quite begging, for me to join the family at the dining table. "ItAlong the Dusty Sill
by ~yvonne3694
By ChanceHe keeps to himself; he's not a big shot, He really is happy, with just what he's got.By Chance
She's a bit of a wild child; she's never been silent, But when the going gets tough, she won't get violent.
They met at a club, but not by choice, His friends had forced him out; he tried to use his voice.
She'd been down on her luck, sitting home all alone, Watching old movies, and staring at the phone.
Her friends knew, she needed a night, To make her forget, to give back her fight.
The Broken Rose, &nb
by ~yvonne3694
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I think I'll settle for a mass producted gift that still keeps its meaning. Time to get creative. Journal History
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| I'm pretty simple. My name is Lauren, or Aarya, or any other variations and nicknames I have. I live in the U.S. I love photography and I write a lot, poems and short stories being my favorite. I'd really appreciate it if you left me a comment, on either my work or my profile  I like to know what people think of my writing.I have the type of personality that's hard to come by. I change a lot, and with every person I talk to. It's not quite split personalities, but more of a super-sensitive one, that reads others and can morph just a little in order to get along. I don't get angry easily, but when I do, I'd suggest you ran...fast. I pretty much wear the rest of my emotions on my sleeve, I guess. At least, that's what everyone tells me. I cry easily, laugh easily and often, smile so much it hurts sometimes, and am prone to randomly hugging people.  See?  I'm very independent. My friends mean the world to me, and they're the ones who keep me going through tough spots in my life.  I know, I'm weird, but that's just how I am. And, besides, what great writer was ever normal? ~~~Lauren |
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