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And Then it is December

Time is passing by...

abuser

Your rainbow always seems to live within me. But it is a mere paradox inside a Pandora ’s Box, Whose bitter rough crusted and tired outer shell,

The Healing Moon

The city sings its sorrowful melody It seems only I can hear. I look around, through all the crowds And I see no weaping or tears. How can it be? Do they not hear that melancholy sigh?

Family Vacation

Helen is jolted from her peaceful car ride as the van carrying her entire family makes an unfortunate, unplanned stop.

In the Dark

We face the fears We never had When we walk in the dark But with the light Comes truth and fear We'd never face unsparked

POEM: Sorrow.

When words are not enough.

POEM: Anger's Clothes.

Hidden inside darkened closets.
Cherry

The Space Between

Retold as a Poem- as requested and worked with a little help from Scratch!!
Cherry

Tidal wave.

Guilt bound in candy wrappers; nightmares surrender as they are engulfed in torch light. The only friends I have are the reflections in the mirror, and they fucking hate me as well.
Cherry

Suburban Millionaire

Certificate 18.