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The curse of a writer is to write.
To see the world in black and white.
10 years 8 months ago
Anticipation grips the air with unearthly forceAs the opposition stands with ready arms
10 years 8 months ago
We live a life with knowledge that death must come.The days of fall are graven
10 years 8 months ago
Silent, bright-eyed, constantly watchingThe holes in darkness for a time stay lasting
10 years 8 months ago
Stop! Wait!
Think before you check your phone
Think before you reply to that text
10 years 8 months ago
Affixed on the sight of my final destinationMy eyes do not wander to the path beneath my feet.
10 years 8 months ago
Those three fatal words,
They hasten your fate.
It comes crashing down about you
10 years 8 months ago
Bell rings, class to class
skating, shooting, passing, sweat
eat, study, homework, sleep
10 years 8 months ago
When the separate strokes of ink meet to create a word, word that turns into words.
10 years 8 months ago