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In the End

In the end there is an instant, Between alive and dead An instant that you travel alone, No-one else, with you, can tread It is a moment of fear, When all that is becomes clear... An instant of pain! An instant of shame! An instant before you depart this world, And only a body remains... Because, in the end, In the end we die alone, we die alone In the end, In the end we are on our own, we are on our own In the end, The answers you've sought, all are shown We are all dying! Everyday we are alive And in the end there is an instant, Right before eternal night In the end who you are doesn't matter, What you've done is all that does All your pa

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Falling

Down Down Down The Darkness Envelopes me One soul. Trapped. Falling. Down Down Down A bottomless hole Made of darkness So much darkness Seeping in. Filling a mouth Opened in a Silent Scream. Silence. Falling silently. Slowly. Falling Slowly Reaching. Reaching for Cold, Unfeeling Hands. So cold. It is so cold Melting in ice. Dripping down. Down Down. Grabbing the air. Cold air. Tearing

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Falling by 7ShadowsFromNowhere, literature

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Falling

Young and Naive by 1Teddiie4Hearts3, literature

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Young and Naive

Young skin untouched by sunlight Soft and fragile but somehow inviting. She didn’t ask for this, she didn’t ask for it But you made your way into her bed Under the cover of the mid day sun Where an empty house meant no chance of getting caught Where a plea or a scream only landed on the deaf ears that inflicted the pain. too small to provide any protection, her hands shook Hands too big and rough to mean anything other than hurt A father figure showing a little girl what it means to be a woman Showing her how the world of the grown ups worked Showing her that her body is the only thing anyone could ever want But who wants somet

Crossroads by Entitaria, literature

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Crossroads

She's at a crossroad again. If she recalled correctly, then this was the fourth time in her entire life. She tentatively places a foot forward, on to the cool glass. Decisions were never my strong point, she thinks. Knowing that this could take anywhere between an hour to a few days, she takes off the bulky coat, spreading it out before taking a seat in the middle of the cross-section. There weren't going to be any passers-by after all. Wait. I've...I've never looked back. The thought crosses her mind for less than a second, but it clutches onto the messy vines inside her head and before she can stop herself, she's turning her head around

i should've noticed by Wise-lies, literature

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i should've noticed

i first noticed you when my computer had fallen asleep (maybe my new headphones had played it a simple melody) my playlist whimpering to the song i listened to when i first noticed the green tracing your gold-flecked eyes (oh, please, play the cello, i'm becoming comatose) when i was five, your legs were smooth (razorblades can shave, too) and i should've noticed the harbor your words resided in. and mama, you weren't one of those shadows underneath my pink and plaid curtains i wasn't ashamed of you. and father, i know why you'd yell, only because ordinance radiates from worry. and when i'd trace the

Double Prejudice by unicorn-skydancer08, literature

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Double Prejudice

This is a story that will most likely ruffle a few feathers, but it's one I feel must be told, for my heart's sake if nothing else. Before we delve into this, I advise you in advance to read this thoroughly, from the beginning to the end, before you pass any form of judgment. When I was little, I used to think the word "gay" only stood for "joy" or "lightheartedness." Then, of course, as I got older, when the window of innocence was shattered, it took on an entirely new meaning. You're probably thinking this is one of those "coming out of the closet" stories, but quite the opposite is true. I am not gay. Loving someone of the same gender n

Death of an Ant by ella-vere, literature

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Death of an Ant

Sometimes I wonder while squishing an ant If maybe I just killed the insect Rembrandt. Or maybe a Mozart or Gandhi or Bell-- If he was special, how could I tell? What if, in my moment of deepest frustration, I wrecked the future of bug civilization? What if every one of those spiders I've killed Caused the words of a prophet to remain unfulfilled? Or those beetles I drowned in the asparagus bed-- Who cares for the family when the parents are dead? But then a mosquito leaves an itchy red welt, And I'm no longer sorry for the death that I've dealt.

Ode to Bras by lupus-astra, literature

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Ode to Bras

Oh bra, dear bra, such close friends we are. Never straying by my side, never going far. But bra, dear bra, I must confess it this day: At times you can be painful, and my skin tends to flay. Oh bra, dear bra, why must you be so conflicting? Meant to hold up females modestly, yet force us into awkward itching. So bra, dear bra, I am afraid I must ask: For being such a wondrous garment, why must you be such an ass? Oh bra, dear bra, so tenacious around our chests. Would it kill your rigid fabric to alleviate our suffering breasts? Yes bra, dear bra, I mean my words today. Kindly stop your aches and pains or a dirty game I'll be forced t

In the End by TheseKrimzonFlames, literature

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In the End

Fractured Heart by TheseKrimzonFlames, literature

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Fractured Heart

You don't seem to know, Just what you've done You looked me in the eyes, And said I am not the one... For you... All the promises are broken, Every one was false, it seems And I just want, You outta my face, As I begin to scream... My fractured heart just can't take this, It doesn't love you anymore It has wasted all of this time, And now it doesn't know what for My fractured heart doesn't want the reasons, For all of this that you do Because my fractured heart, It just doesn't...love you You don't seem to care, About my look of shocked surprise, The liquid pain upon my face, As "love" turns to "despise" You just want to run away, Leave m

I Wish I Could Tell You by Milk-and-Pie, literature

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I Wish I Could Tell You

I wish I could tell you your lips taste like fairy tale, of roses in Beauty and the Beast and apples of Snow White. I wish you know how beautiful you look when your spine curves into a perfect arch as your eyes turn rosy as though you rupture the cracks in the daylight. I wish I could tell you when the wind blows in your fragrant breeze, I'm drunk in your lilac and grass stain scent. And how the wild flowers peek through your silhouette as you doze off on the bed of dandelions, they whimsically splash palettes of rainbows onto your crescent moon smile, and you are the reason I'm out of breath. How I wish I could tell you that you poison my

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