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After Classafter class, the gray classroom rests. desks littered in neat disarray: they are bent at little angles tiny rebellions against unseen forces keeping them in rows.After Class
carelessly placed worksheets poke out from beneath desks; or on chairs; lazily sleeping as they are, throughout the day.
the classroom is in evening comfortable light drifts from the UWC windows creating barely-noticeable shadows: unobserved in the florescent light only stealing through after 3pm.
in the day it is too loud to hear the classroom; after class, listen &#
by ~shinghand
Pictures of youCaptured here, on film: your pretty smile a golden sunflower.Pictures of you
In those moments, your face, little thing, would bloom - so brightly, so naturally! pull at the edges, forming a happy little grin. Your jet-black hair fell in smooth locks; their bangs only stopping right above your happy eyes - it looked almost as if your eyes were shyly and playfully hiding. Yet they were warm, radiant, free-spirited eyes.
And then I would remember those times: how you used to keep your hair long until it touched your shoulders. You look nicer now,
by ~shinghand
The Waters WhisperThe waters whispers its silent siren’s call, barely audible.The Waters Whisper
Though still and unmoving the pool radiates coolness; like a lover’s tender caress. Inside, one sees the pale dim light of the full moon, enigmatically swirling on the water’s surface moving in rhythm with my breathing quick, but controlled.
I look down into the water with anticipation anxious, excited, and just a tiny touch of apprehension.
I take the plunge.
Inside, the world is utterly dark. Its shadowy depths furrow and twist, intertwine: &nb
by ~shinghand
Fourteen against the Dealer(So,)Fourteen against the Dealer
close friend, as you sit glum on the stands, my heart is extended to you; but you are unreachable. Where once was innocence and light-hearted and playful hands, all that remains are your cold determined eyes and hands locked heavy with sadness. Why have you chosen to be so harsh to yourself?
You used to be carefree: we laughed and played in childhood we were tart, alive. But as a year passed you grew burdened with the load of life who deals cards of savage misfortune. Bravely, you choose to tackle him yourself
by ~shinghand
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PhoenixOne morning, you awoke and knew exactly what you had to do. you unwrapped yourself like a cocoon, the simple cracking of a broken shell I envisioned the snake skins of my childhood adventures, scattered at your feet.Phoenix
When I was small and the days were warm I would play in the cool mud sloshing my feet and rolling soft, earthy clumps in my hands. I would be left exhausted
caked in a dried layer of brown skin, browner than me, browner than anything. I imagine you, shaking off those layers in one graceful motion, the pieces
by ~Mrtoadswildride
Night Out"I want to go home," she says.Night Out
"The night's just started," says a boy, patting her on her back, on her bra strap. "You can't go home now. Would you like a drink?"
No. "Yes." Because she knows the rules, she's learned them all your life. If you can't beat them, join them! Something to be said in a state of strident good cheer, with a grin splattered on your face and your arms around friends.
She can't beat this boy; she doesn't even know his name. All she knows is what she can see: his obsidian black hair, his close together green eyes. He is drunk. She watches him fight his way through the crowds to the
by ~parentheses
Five Months OnOf all the little betrayals that make up our lives nowcrossing names out of diaries and tearing photographs in halfI think, maybe, that this one is the worst.Five Months On
We reuse pet names and arguments until the language of new loves is indistinguishable from the last; settle back into old selves and old habits, like comfortable chairs or well-worn clothes;
carving the other's name and heart into fresh skin.
by ~parentheses
MemoriesUnder my bed, there's a photo album. Filled with photos of a childhood that seems all blue skies and sunflowers. Idyllic, you could say, and would—unless you knew the full story. And maybe then you would notice something in the eyes, in the poses, in the strained smiles. Something that doesn't seem quite right.Memories
I looked at those photos yesterday, for the first time in years. It was painful to be reminded. Oh, my childhood wasn't horrendous, but when your family seems to be falling down around you like a castle, it's difficult to enjoy playing with Barbies and toy trucks as much as you should.
One photo in particular
by ~parentheses
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