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Seashells by the Shore

"Seashells by the Shore"written by: Sara Hervey (aka IzzyMarrie (https://www.deviantart.com/izzymarrie) , also 'The Major') I want to be more than little words, little bird, broken wings, who cannot fly, but she dies a little more all her screaming ignored ignored and/or unheard. Too empty, too full, bursting like a dam that broke and left me to mourn its loss. All the while I scream, "Do not leave me for the sea!" It's too much, too long, as I glitch out like a hologram, longing to be human, allowed to make a mistake or two. But here I am, just a shell, and you left me out to dry, and all the while, I've forgotten what it feels

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Seashells by the Shore by IzzyMarrie, literature

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Seashells by the Shore

To Ask A Boy To A Dance by Hidden-Behind-A-Book, literature

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To Ask A Boy To A Dance

I watched from afar, To see if you were going. Questioning grinning friends, If you had a date. I worked up the courage for weeks, Just to bring it up. At lunch we sat side by side, Talking video games and making fun of teachers, But never the dance. So innocently my friend brings it up, Grinning like the Cheshire Cat. I blush to my ears, Terrified of your answer. "No one." My heart skips a beat, Should I ask? My friend nudges me slightly, And I fumbled the question, "D-do you want to go with me?" I was shaking, Scared you would laugh, Call me weird, And think it was a joke. But you just smiled, That perfect smile, That

Grow Up by Oilux, literature

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Grow Up

When I was young, I knew a girl. She was so warm and bright, so I asked her that question that all children must answer. 'What do you want to be when you grow up?' Her eyes lit up with joy and she jumped with excitement. 'A dancer! No, an astronaut! Wait, President! A scientist! I'll be famous and in movies! My name will be everywhere!' She listed so many more until she finally just smiled and looked at me with eyes filled with child-like wonder. 'I could be anything I wanted.' Years and years later, I saw the same girl again but her eyes no longer lit up with wonder. I asked her, 'What did you end up being?' She

Goddess by Poetrymann, literature

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Goddess

You were not a goddess - no ivory trespass or oath in alabaster to wrap in cloth and bury where it could not be found; no vessel to be cherished or adorned with oil. Too much skin and bone and blood to fill up a world of men. You could not breathe under water - your hair a window floating, framed across the surface as the water line rose up the pier and sucked barnacles like teeth But we made you a myth an omen for the young men who placed the ocean under their caps and baited their hooks every morning to try to catch the silver trout left shining on the rocks where they hauled in the waves and left your shells.

not quite a poem by dowelf, literature

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not quite a poem

There once was a dragon that swam beside the ship of his master his wings were strong and could rip through any rock in his way but he never left the sight of his master so he never flew higher than the lowest bird his claws were quick and his talons sharp so he could catch any prey yet he only ate his masters left overs through the years the master got old and could not travel on the ship any longer so the dragon left the sea and stayed in the barn of his masters house in his final hour the master called for his dragon to be by his side he said to his dragon " you have been faithful you have been kind you have always been only mi

Stuck in the Moment by EatingMyOwnFears, literature

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Stuck in the Moment

There’s no laughter anymore. Not in this house. Not in 4 years. Faded squares line the walls and there are no dirty soccer shoes by the back door. Instead they’re in a box in the shed though she gave the bike and [most of] his clothes to the city mission. His picture sits alone atop the piano he whined about playing. His room is now the craft room though on the east wall hangs a shelf. Momma calls it her memory shelf but whenever I dare to look that way I swear it’s a shrine. He would have been 17 this year but tragedy keeps him forever 13. She clutches the tattered blanket he hadn’t used in

Christmas Kiss by Aubrey-Tate, literature

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Christmas Kiss

Do you remember so many years ago, How we used to play out in the snow? You used to wear your mittens out in the cold It was all years before we turned old. And now the years have flown by, The snow still falls from gray skies, But you are gone, beneath the ground No longer here to hear the Christmas sounds. I don't know why, But you're on my mind, I wonder if I'll get over this: A Christmas without your kiss. Do you remember so many years ago, When we first held hands in the cold So soft and warm despite the chill, Now I'm left with a hole to fill. My, how the years have flown I never dreamed I'd call you my own Now you're

No. 16: A Bad Scenario by ZombiiFissh, literature

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No. 16: A Bad Scenario

A Bad Scenario Nightmare, nightmare, in my head, Chase the bloodied, chase the dead. Riding under midnight's moon, You are the sign death will come soon. Hair of fire, eyes of hate, Divine blessings much too late. Take your prey with hungry heart, Your master will now do his part. Dark he rises from the grave, Sparing seconds you can't save You find hope with rising sun, But now it's too late, you are done.

After Midnight. by TwiceSide, literature

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After Midnight.

Empty streets - shadows following me. Eyes wide open, but no one I can see. Turn on the music, but still I can hear; hear it whispering loud and clear. "You can't run and you can't hide. You can't win if you don't fight. Your agony is my aim and I won't stop until you're in pain." Run faster - heartbeat's racing. Breath harder - myself embracing. No one around to help out. Helpless, lonely - I can't shout. "Don't leave me dying here." But there's just me to hear. "I have to grow stronger - no longer depending. Don't be scared anymore, to put this an ending. The darkness seems to be my destiny. So I won't be scared now, 'cause

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