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And it started.

by midnightshadow Quill-red

It all started that night. The night I won't ever be able to forget. The night that everything changed. Yes, one of the best nights of my life. 
I lay on my bed waiting for his text. Damn, I really like him, I thought. I still remembered the first time I saw him. Yellow shirt, blue trousers, hair falling on his forehead. I was in the corridor walking towards my class, with my friends when I saw his beautiful face. Yes, beautiful. I liked to call him that. It perfectly described him. I never said that to him though, just kept it to myself. His hazel eyes met my eyes, and I guess, that's exactly when I fell for him. I looked away, suddenly feeling paranoid. I did not want him to think of me as some desperate creep. Why was that, I failed to understand at that moment. I thought about him the whole day and could not stop wondering if he had a girlfriend. Pshht, girlfriends. Wrong, I know, but he did look like a playboy, after all. How could such a hot person, like him, just not, not be a playboy? And somewhere deep in my mind I could not stop wondering if I had a chance with him or not... 
Just when I was living that moment again, my phone beeped. I loved talking to this guy. I was finally going to tell him today that I loved him. I was nervous, very nervous, probably more nervous than I had ever been in my life up till this point. I knew it would make him happy, but what I did the last time I told him I loved him, was pathetic. It made me sad and I hated myself for that. I, clearly, had no right to hurt someone like that. Another flashback popped up in my mind. 
"I can't do this anymore, I think we should just be friends again." I messaged Sam. 
"Why did you do this to me?" He replied. 
"I'm sorry, really sorry, but I just don't want to ruin our friendship." And with that, I went offline. I knew I had hurt him, but I just didn't like him in that way. I felt something for Zack. I couldn't do this to both of them. Zack had been telling me that he loved me from the past week. I didn't want him to wait anymore. I wanted to be with him. I wanted to let him know that I loved him. I texted Zack and then when he told me that he loved me, I told him I loved him too. Gosh, I didn't expect him to be that happy. It melted me. I never thought someone could actually be that happy by just knowing that I loved them. I was not used to that. I was used to getting hatred, being abused, being bullied all the time. This was new and I liked it. He told me he loved me again and again and again. All this made me happy. I had put Sam at the back of my mind till I suddenly realized what I had done to him. I didn't like hurting people. I felt bad even when I accidentally hurt a stranger and well, Sam, he was my best friend. The reason I had yes to him on the first place was because I didn't want to hurt him. I never felt anything for him. He was my best friend, that's all. And now all this was killing me. 
I went online and checked my inbox. As I expected, there was a message from Sam. 
"Three words, eight letters, one regret- I love you." This broke me. I had just hurt my best friend so badly. I sucked. I wasn't a good person. I didn't deserve him. I didn't deserve Zack. U didn't deserve anyone. I had to fix this as soon as possible. I had to stop thinking about my feelings. With tears in my eyes, I told Sam that I wasn't going anywhere and I loved him too. It was a lie but I had no other choice. I couldn't see anyone hurt. I knew what this meant, though. I knew I had to tell Zack that I couldn't be with him. This was even harder than telling Sam to be just friends. I rushed to my room and took out a blade from my bag. I couldn't take this pain. It hurt way too much. I was a bitch. I started cutting my arm. It didn't take away the pain but it did temporarily take my mind of it. 
Another beep on my phone and I came back from the past. I realized that I hadn't replied to Zack since the past ten minutes. Shit, he'd be upset but I knew exactly how to make him happy today. The thought made me smile.
"You never call me, why?" I texted him, excitedly. 
Exactly two minutes later, he replied: "You've never asked me to call you." WHAT? Seriously? He could've said something sweet. Well, maybe he thought I'd say no to him. Yeah, that might be the reason. 
"Lol, you can call me whenever you want to." I replied. 
"Okay, I will from now on." 
"I love you." Ahh, FINALLY. I've been waiting for him to say these words since we started talking. Okay, it was my turn now. 
My heart beat faster than before I sent "I love you too." There. I said it. Oh my god. Oh my god. Shit. Shit. Shit. I didn't remember the last time I had been this nervous. 
"But promise me that you won't ever lie to me." I sent quickly after that. 
A second later my phone vibrated. Wow, that was quick. "Can I call? You can take as many promises from me as you want to." He had said. 
"Yeah, sure." Oh my god. I couldn't believe this. He was actually about to call. I wasn't good at talking to someone on phone for long. How would I talk to HIM? I mean, I just got nervous every time I saw him. How would I say "I love you too" to him on phone? 
I still remembered the first time I talked to him in person. It was just a few days after we had started texting each other and he had confessed that he loved me. He had texted me that he wanted to talk to me and told me to come to the physics class when everyone had left. That made me nervous too, a thousand times more nervous than this time, actually. Texting him was something different. Hell, seeing him was different too. But actually talking to him was...overwhelming. What if he didn't like my voice or my style of talking? I kept on thinking about this stuff when my friends pushed me towards the door where he was. He was sitting on a chair wearing a black shirt. And he looked breathtakingly handsome. I could just look at his face all day and never get tired. I could smell him from a distance. He was looking right at me which made me even more nervous and I just couldn't look at him. I wanted to, like really wanted to but, he took away the little confidence I had, from me. He gave me butterflies by just looking at me. The way he looked at me made me forget all the worries I had...even that I had a so-called "boyfriend" whom I didn't consider one, though. I kept my eyes on my phone and pretended that I was texting someone when in real, I wasn't. I was just scrolling my messages up and down. He kept on talking and talking and I kept on nodding me head. He was asking me to tell him whether I like him or not. Stupid him, he should've understood by now that all my guts had already run miles away from me. A few minutes later, one of his friends came to the class we were in, to put his bag on his seat. He gave Zack a "oohhh" smile and i wanted to hide in a hole and never come out of it. And then after what felt like an eternity, I heard him say "I love you, Kate." And I looked up at him, right in his eyes." I felt something, I swear I did. I felt like I belonged to him. I wanted to be his, just his. I wanted him to be mine. After like two seconds, I broke our eye contact. I thought I'd fall any second with just what he was doing to me. Urghh. Why was he making me feel this way? When I finally couldn't take the oh-my-god-you're-so-cute-i-want-to-be-yours feeling any longer, I turned around saying "okay, I gotta go" and left, just to feel bad about how rudely I left without saying a proper bye, later. So, I texted him that I was sorry I had to go and he told me that it was okay. Yeah, he wasn't a bitch like me. 
He called and I picked up just as my phone rang. 
Okay, let's do this. "Hello?" I stuttered. 
"Hey, how are you?" He seemed comfortable, unlike me, and my confidence seemed to come back..a little. 
"I'm good, what about you?"
"I'm good too." 
"Oh." What? Are you out of your mind, Kate? Stop being a bitch. A voice inside my head started to say. 
"I love you, Kate. I love you so much." Heartbeat fast. Out of breath. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. What do I say? Shit. Shit. Shit. 
"I you too, Zack." I stuttered. See? That was not hard. 
"You won't do what you did the last time, right?" 
"No, ofcourse not." And all the guilt came rushing back. Not now, Kate. Not now. Just concentrate on what he's saying. 
"I love you. I seriously do." 
"I love you too Zack." I managed to say it perfectly this time..well almost. "But promise me now that you'll never lie to me." 
"I promise, Kate. How can someone lie to a person whom he loves so much?" He said immediately. 
"I don't know, but you know when someone lies to me, it feels as if I'm not good enough. 'Cause if I was, they would've told me the truth. There wouldn't have been a need to lie to me. It hurts, you know?" 
"Kate, if someone lies to you, that doesn't mean that there's a fault in you. It's just that, they are the people with flaws. I might lie to a million other people, but I promise that I won't ever lie to you. No matter how bitter the truth is." 
"Thanks. This means a lot." 
"I love you." 
"I love you too." And we talked all night. Talked about random stuff. Talked about him. Talked about me. Talked about us. And somewhere between all our talks, I started to like him just a little more.

Posted on: July 05 2014


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by lex Quill-red


As I watched his bright blue eyes fade to a dull gray I realized he was telling me the truth. The truth that I didn't want to hear but the truth is what he swore to me long ago. At that moment I couldn't tell if the truth is what I wanted to hear or if I wanted him to lie.

I held my breath afraid that if I let it go then he would somehow disappear all too quickly like breath in the wind. I watched him clench his teeth like he had done so many other times but this time it was to me. He always did it when he was forced to admit something he didn't want to. That was one of the many things I had learned about him.

My body shook softly inside as my outside stood strong and steady. I felt as if I could feel every single one of my veins and the blood pulsing through each of them. My heart was at a complete stand still and I was sure that if someone checked my pulse then there would be nothing. Absolutely nothing.




August 21st

“You made the right decision by letting him go,” Evi said hopefully. “You're nineteen, you can't just pack up and move all the way to another country just because he wants you to.”

“I could have,” I noted taking another bite of my ice cream. Ben & Jerry's was a life saver and forever will be. The fact that I was in boxers and a T-shirt with no bra on at two in the afternoon was a definite sign of heart break.

“Yeah but that would have been stupid and insane,” she replied. “You have a future here in Maine. I mean who in the hell goes off randomly without proper reasoning?”

“He did,” I replied vaguely.

“Okay, I get it. You miss him. It's understandable.” Evi and I had been friends ever since I could remember. She was always there for me when I needed her and even when I didn't think I needed her. She was the shy type in front of people but around me she opened up. She gave her honest opinion to me and me only but to others she was a total people pleaser. “But he has moved on and you know that.”

“Maybe there's still a chance that--” I tried to spit out but there was no use. He wasn't coming back and I knew that but the memory of him wouldn't leave. It just wouldn't go. I had tried everything but he left and took everything with him including a piece of me. It sounds cliché and stupid, yes I realize but I can't forget him.

“I don't think that ice cream is working,” Evi decided, taking tub from me. The spoon dangled from my mouth hopelessly. “We have tried everything, Rorie. I don't know what to do anymore. I hate seeing you like this.” She was right, we had tried everything. I just shrugged and glanced over at the mirror on my dresser. My long light brown hair was in a messy braid and my freckles popped out like tiny angel kisses. That's what my mom always called them when I was little and it always made me giggle. “Your mom has considered a therapist, you know that right?”

“She's mentioned it.”

“And still, here you sit. Not even trying to fake that you're alright,” she shook her head. Then my door slowly creeked open.

“Hey girls,” my mom's head peeked from around the door. Her hair was in a high pony tail and it appeared that she was getting ready to go to yoga or something.

“Hi Ms. Faye,” Evi was always cordial with my mom which was odd considering she'd known my mom for years. My mom always insisted on Evi calling her Jen but Evi wouldn't have it.

“Still in your pajamas, I see,” she tried to hide the shame in her voice but it was evident.

“Yup,” I replied. I watched Evi and my mom exchange a look.

“Well I am off to pilates so I'll be back a little after four.” I nodded and she was gone. Evi looked at me with puppy dog eyes like she was begging me to pretend I was okay.

“It's going to be fine.” I reassured her. She sat puzzled for a moment then all of a sudden popped up like a spring. Hope spread throughout her face.

“Come on,” She tossed my jean jacket to me and grabbed her keys from my dresser. I met her at the bottom of the stairs and finally out the door to her sleek black jeep. Well it used to be sleek until Evi got it. She is very responsible and neat but her friends aren't which is the result of her dented and banged up jeep.

I skittered after her. She threw herself into the jeep and started it before I could even get it.

“Slow down there,” I said. “Where are we going anyway?”

“You'll see,” she waited patiently for me to put on my seat belt. She was a nazi about safety.

“You know, I don't really feel up for a road trip right now.”

“I don't care. This is for your own good.”

“Ev,” I desperately tried to get her to turn the car around but it wasn't happening, I knew that.

“We are almost there,” she whipped onto a back road and then I knew where she was going.

“Why would you do this?” I almost screamed.

“You have to face your fears, Rorie.”

“I'm not fucking afraid,” my mood had changed from desperate to pissed off in .2 seconds flat. She was taking me to the one place I didn't even want to think of. “I just don't see why you would even do this.”

“Maybe if you talked about it and got back to it, you could let it go.” I just shook my head. I had no words for what she was doing. She pulled into an empty field and shut the car off. “Alright tell me about it.”

“You were there, you know exactly what happened.”

“I forgot,” she lied.

“Evi,” I pleaded.

“Listen, I am not going to watch you mope on and on about this bullshit anymore. You have to get over it one way or another. Tip toeing around it won't do you any bit of good.” I thought about it for a while but it still didn't make sense. Taking me back to place where Asher and I met wasn't going to help me get over him, it was going to make me wish I was with him even more but I guess I had nothing else to lose.

“Alright, alright. Fine.”


May 17th

“I'm going to lift you up in one, two, three!” I heaved Evi over the fence with so much force that as she toppled over the fence, her skirt flew over her head. She spit with laughter as she rolled on the ground. “Oh, shit! Are you okay?”

“I'm—fine--,” she howled. I shimmied my way over the fence and met her on the other side where she was finally on her feet. I looked ahead of us where lights were strung anywhere possible. Stages lit up like lighthouses showing people where to go. Guitar riffs filled the air and the smell of alcohol consumed what was left. “I can't believe we snuck out.”

“Well technically we are back on summer break and we are nineteen so we don't have to abide out parents rules anymore!”

“I guess that is true.” We had been living near Portland, ME where things are always buzzing for our first year of college. We came back for the summer because Evi was convinced that her childhood crush Matt was finally going to hook up with her. She claimed he called her a few weeks ago but he called at about 3am so I don't think that counts for anything but a booty call. “This place is electric!”

Electric was the exact word for it. This festival was where all of the hippies came out of Maine. Alternative and Indie music was what was luring them in.

“It's amazing!” We walked across the field to where the action was. We stopped by multiple stages trying to find the right band to stop and listen to.

“Hey, have you seen Cam and Ethan?” Evi looked around but couldn't find them.

“No, they were supposed to meet us right around here.” Just then I see Cam's light blonde hair peek around the corner along with Ethan's flashy blue skinny jeans and a matching scarf.

“It's about time you two showed up!” Ethan's voice was as unique as any other gay guys.

“We had a few,” I paused looking at Evi who was already shaking with laughter. “Difficulties getting over the fence.”

“But you're here now!” Ethan said happily. Ethan and Cam have been friends ever since I had known them. Ethan had a bubbling personality and enjoyed filling silences with words or any odd thing really. Cam was the exact opposite. He was painfully shy and avoided any moments where he was going to be singled out. They evened each other out which was cool to see.

“I have been dying to get a strawberry smoothie ever since we got here,” Evi shouted. I looked at her confused since she hadn't said one word about it but her personality was always a bit over the top when she was with Ethan. It's kind of hard not to be excited about everything when you were with him.

“Then why are we still standing here?” Ethan put his hands on his hips. “Cam Bam, do you want anything?”

“Uh,” Cam ran his hands through his hair. “Sure, I'll have what-- whatever you get.”

“Great,” Ethan smiled, reassuring Cam that it was going to be okay and Ethan forced a smile back. “Rorie, you want anything?”

“Nope, I'm good. I'll just wait here.”

“Okey dokey!” Evi said as she skipped away. I felt awkward as people stared at me just sitting there so I went and sat down by the nearest tree. I ripped out strands of grass from the ground and let them go while watching them float along with the breeze. My daydreaming was interrupted by the flash of a camera. I looked up quickly and saw that a guy about 6 feet tall with curly brown hair had a camera to his face pointing right at me. I instictively put my hand up covering my face. He slowly put the camera down and the first thing I noticed was his bright blue eyes.

“Oh man, that is such a buzzkill,” his accent was not at all American.

“Sorry, I didn't know I was supposed to be ready for a close-up.” He edged closer and closer until finally he sat next to me.

“They are lovely images,” British. He was definitely British. Or European, I wasn't an accent expert. “If you'd like to take a look.”

He pushed the camera towards me. “No thanks. I think seeing the pictures would definitely turn down the stalker vibe.” He laughed.

“I wasn't stalking you, love.” I'm sure he saw my body jolt at that nickname. The kid had major guts. “I just like taking pictures of beautiful people doing meaningful things.”

“Very cliché,” I replied and he laughed again. “How is picking grass from a field meaningful?”

“The way you were doing it. It's like you were letting go of all of the things that were troubling you. It was neat to watch and excellent in photograph.”

“Or I was just passing the time while waiting for my friends to come back.”

“I'm Conall,” he said reaching his hand out.

“You're gutsy, Conall.”

“You know I may have just gotten to America a few weeks ago but in Wales when someone tells you their name and holds out their hand that means that the person on the other hand is meant to do the same.”

“I'm Rorie,” I replied, finally shaking his hand and he grinned.

“Rorie,” I watched my name being made by his lips. “That's an interesting name. What's the meaning?”

“Meaning?” I asked.

“Yeah, of course. Every name has a meaning. For example, Conall means “strong wolf.” Meanings of name can give you a bit about someone before your really know them.”

“Hmm, well my name is actually Aurora.”

“Meaning?” He pressed on and I gave him a sharp look.

“What do you think it means?” I retorted.

He thought for a while before finally replying. “Stubborn,” was all he said. I laughed.

“Stubborn? That's all?”


Aurora was the mythical Roman goddess of the dawn.

“Ah, I was close.”

“Almost.” I smirked. “So what are you doing in America? Or for that matter, Maine?”

“Photography.” He picked pieces of grass from the ground and let them go just as I had. “Believe it or not, Maine is magnificent.”

“I wouldn't say that.”

“I guess you just haven't been to the proper places.”

“I've lived in Maine my whole life, I've seen all there is to see.”

“There's always something amazing out there that no ones seen.”

“And that's your goal?” I asked sneaking a peek of him. Freckles lined the bridge of his nose and I couldn't help but notice a tattoo peeking out from beneath his button down shirt. I mean who wore that to a festival anyways? “To find the things that no one has seen?”

“Essentially,” he met my gaze and I quickly looked away. I looked up to see Evi dancing around Ethan as Ethan sang the lyrics to the band that was playing. Cam stood by rubbing his neck with his hand awkwardly.

“I should probably get back to my friends.”

“Bummer,” he said. “But I guess that'll be alright.” I awkwardly stood up as he sat rummaging through a bag of his. I guess that was his way of saying goodbye. I spun around just as I felt his hand catch my forearm.

“Hold on,” he said. “I couldn't let you get away that fast.” He held an old-fashioned camera in his other hand.

“Another camera?”

“Take a photo with me,” he urged. “A non-creepy or stalker-ish photo with me.”

“If I do, will you let me go?”

“I suppose,” he smirked.

“Fine,” I replied. He stretched out his arm and faced the camera towards us. I smiled shyly. The photo slowly slid out of the camera and he waved it in the air.

“Just a moment,” once again he reached into his bag. He pulled out a marker and began writing on the back of the picture. I rolled my eyes at him but he continued to write. “Alright, that should be good.” He handed me the picture.

“What's this for?”

“It was very nice visiting with you, Rorie.” He pulled his bag onto his shoulder and walked away. I slid the pocket and went back to my friends.

“Who was that?” Cam asked. Ethan and Evi were too busy dancing and shouting like fools.

“I don't exactly know.”

“Well he gave you something didn't he?”

“Yeah,” I pulled the picture out of my pocket. You still couldn't see the picture but the writing on the back was clear and fluent.

Aurora, it was very grand to meet you but I don't want that to be the last time I see you. Like I said, I can't let you get away that easily. Meet me at the record store down on 21st tomorrow at 10a.m.


“Are you going to go?”

“I'm not sure,” I replied reading the note over again. I flipped the picture over to see Conall's face shining brightly in the moonlight and me smiling meekly next to him. “Maybe.”



August 22nd

“How are you feeling?” Evi asked sitting on my porch with me.

“Not bad, actually.”

“So my exercise worked yesterday worked?”

“I don't know if I'd say it worked but it didn't make anything worse.” I replied.

“Progress,” she smiled.

“I suppose,” I smiled back.

“So what happened after you met him there?”

“What makes you think I met him there?”


“Alright, alright. I met him there.”

“I know,” she replied. “What happened?”

“Well,” I began.


Posted on: June 16 2014


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Seaking help

by Maria Quill-red

Im seaking help, help from something greater then me.

I have a head on my shoulders and not many do.

How can I figure out what's happening?

Im trapped in this place where the routine is stale.

The life is no more, I need more to survive.

Show me what's left, Im in need of discovery.

Drifting in and out of perspective.

Posted on: May 11 2014


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by Maria Quill-red

No one speaks, although everyone hears.

That dull morbid sound that screams through the air.

But it's quiet, oh so quiet. 

Why can we hear yet nothing is spoke?

The eyes tell lies in individuals screams, yet nothing is spoke.

Only the screams in your eyes.

Yet nothing is spoke.

Posted on: May 11 2014


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Powerful Minds

by Maria Quill-red

Inside I seak a greater power,

greater then us all.

But to wish is not to do,

but to dream of all things colourful gets everyone by.

Other minds are dull and hard to read,

until an artist comes and paints the dead roses red.

Thats the greater power I wish to seak,

so where does the road wish to take you?

Posted on: May 11 2014


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I need a job...I need help with my resume intro... In Pursuit of the Visual Hook

by pallbnks Quill-red


I have lived in NYC for 9 years. I graduated from the VCU BrandCenter in Richmond, Virginia with a degree in Art Direction and minored in film with an emphasis on post production and storytelling. In 2005 I started working with global agencies such as BBDO, Razorfish, McGarry Bowen, and Olgivy. Early 2010 I transitioned my career path by working with startups in New York City and San Francisco as a full-time user experience and product designer.

 My multidisciplinary background has given me the unique ability to analyze, decipher and translate the language of a product's design expression. It is important to me that the language of a designs expression does not only concern the appearance of a product, but also its function and user experience. As a product hunter and early adopter, I geek-out on novel concepts focused on usability, complex user centered design that is baked into brilliant eye-candy. Analyzing a users or clients struggle with a products functionality or utility keeps me up at night for all the right reasons.

 I am extremely passionate about collaborating and transferring knowledge with team members across departments, pairing with designers, engineers.


Posted on: April 29 2014


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by RoseKarma Quill-red

You can`t remember when you first started to hear it. It could have been the night of the rain storm or the morning after. But the way it flowed off his tonge was different. The E was filled with music and the R was scented with lavender. He greeted you the same, same nod, same firm lips to your forehead. Yet the greeting was different. Same tone different voice. You didn`t need to even ask. You had realized he had started to say your name the way you sang his.                                                                                                                      You can`t remember when you first started to hear it. It could have been that awuful blizard ar the night after. But the way it flowed off his tounge was different. There was no more music in each vowel and your slyables were left with only the dying scent of flowers. He greeted you the same, same nod, same firm lips to yur forehead. Yet the greeting was different. Same tone yet different voice. You didn`t even need to ask. You had realized he had stopped saying your name like you sang his.

Posted on: April 16 2014


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Empty Or Full

by RoseKarma Quill-red

I`m not sure what is worse. Being empty or full. To be so full that your sides are bursting, that at any second your seams will split and all your saddness and hatred will spill out for the world to see. To be full to the point of pain. Wanting to let all your inner fullness out, but not knowing how to. Feeling as if everyone who walks by can see it spilling from your soul. Or to have nothing in you, your stomach and things arch inward trying to compensate for the emptyness in side. To not know how to react when you finally hear what you have been craving, bacuse you have closed your lid long ago.                                                                                                                                   I`m not sure what is worse. Being empty or full.

Posted on: April 16 2014


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The Time He Would Never Leave

by RoseKarma Quill-red

"You can close your eyes to the things you don't want to see, but you cannot close your heart to the things you don't want o feel"

~Johnny Depp

You can close your eyes at his retreating form. You can close your eyes when you see him in the hallways. You can close your eyes and block out the image of him and that woman. However no matter how hard you try, you can't close your heart. Each word he whispered in your ear, each gentil brush of his fingers against your cheek. Each and every time he told you he would never leave. It eats at your heart. The condridictions of his words and his actions will kill you slowly. Your weak heart will always bring up the way his eyes looked right passed you as he told you "we're over." with no emotion. As if he didn't care. The way he holds his new girl, as if she is the only thing that matters. The way he never held you. Your heart will take this new images and fight them against the old ones. But you already know what will happen. Those old happy memories are tainted and weak, filled with lies and missgivings. The new ones will kill them and your heart will be filled with saddness, yet no matter how hard you try to close your heart you can't. The heart dosn't want to close, it still hopes against all odds that he will come back. Come back and hold you like he holds that other woman. But you know he won`t. And it`s all your hearts fault for stealing your hope. You know he won`t come back because your heart won`t let you forget each and every lie, of the time he would never leave.

Posted on: April 16 2014


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by RoseKarma Quill-red

Yet, people never appreciate the power of the word. I personally think is one of the most powerful words in the english language. It can evoke such saddness while at the same time brightens someones day.

"We haven't broken up, yet."

"We haven't got toghther, yet."

                                      See the difference,

"We haven't broken up."

We haven't got together."

                                      it's pretty big.

Posted on: April 16 2014


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Secret Scars

by RoseKarma Quill-red

"The difference between,

being a child, 

and now,

is that your mum would tend to your cuts.

Now you do,

but only after,

you create them."


It's sick, but it's true. When we were little we would scrap our knees and cry. We would get in a fight with little Suzy and cry. But our mommys would come kiss it better, make us cookies and tell us it's going to be alright. And it would be. Our knees would heal, and little Suzy would share her cookies with us at lunch tomorrow. Now we cut our wrists and smile. We find out little Suzy slept with our boyfriend and smile. But our moms aren't coming to make it better, because they don't know about it. Nobody is going to kiss it better and cookies you make yourself just don't taste as good. But we clean up ourselves up, wash away the blood and kiss it better ourselves. Our wrists won't heal as we keep cutting them, and little Suzy isn't about to share the boyfriend she took.

Posted on: April 16 2014


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Remember To Forget

by RoseKarma Quill-red

How fuckin backhanded. While telling me to remember, you want me to forget. You can't have one with the other. That's what I think that saying is about. The irony. The irony of trying to remember to forget. It's one of those things. Like the day you fell in love with that boy. The boy with the messy dark hair and pretty light eyes. You could never tell what colour they were, just as you could never tell if they were really looking into your soul like you felt they could. No matter how hard you try you can't forget the way he spoke your name the day after you started dating. The way he said your name during your first time, or the way he said it the morning after over coffee. You can't forget the way he would grab your hand during a thunderstorm, because no matter how much he denies it, he's terrified of them. The way he would stroke your hair to help you fall asleep, after he would sneek into your room at night. Then kiss the top of your head before he left. Just like the way you can't foget the bags under his pretty eyes the day he told you "we need to talk". You can't forget the way he wouldn't meet your eyes when he told you, you were beautiful one last time. You can't forget the crack in his voice when he said he can't do this anymore. No matter how many times you tell yourself to remember to forget, you still can't forget those eyes. You still aren't sure what colour they are, but you are sure now they were looking into your soul.

Posted on: April 16 2014


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Ciroc Love

by L.W. Soul Quill-red


12:55 at night the clock communicates the time to drift away,

It was a year three months ago that the bird left it's cage,

Since then this page has been stuck on repeat forever and a day,

The same song will play time and time again,

Like a rerun I can't escape each one more painful than the last,

The past hold plenty of tears for me to grasp,

So to recapture the lost years in these brown sugar eyes,

The ties that are missed are replicated with each sip,

At the tip of losing it all once more,

I'll drink you up then pour more until I see you,

I'll drink you up until I feel your touch,

I'll drink you up until I hear your voice in my ear,

I'll drown until you are around for me to cradle for life,

The hype of being without you is all lies,

The ties you and I left are still around,

Unfortunately they are bound to die unless I sip out of this cup,

With each shot I feel your presence growing near,

The weakening grip of heartache disappears when you are around,

I know this isn't real but this is better than being completely sober,

Even though this is drunken love,

The dove cries for his mate even though she is long gone,

One thing is for sure the illusion of your love is an elixir that I can't go without,

I know I can't afford to grow a dependence on the your luscious vibes,

Like a plant without water I'll die,

So while I miss you so this Ciroc Love is good enough to keep me going.....or so I think.


Posted on: March 22 2014


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Falling Venus

by L.W. Soul Quill-red


The skyfall of her unyielding fragrance leaves fragmented shards,

Shards of her broken will the will of her enchanting love,

The dove sits outside her window waiting for her,

But the daily commute of the love birds are to no avail,

The moon is her reflection of her undying beauty,

Though her new moon shows nothing to see,

Her song of romance is no longer sung to all,

Like the deaf ones we hear nothing,

Oh Venus how far you have fallen?

Her window seal remains shut nothing to enter or depart,

The tart cries of her soul keeps her in the dark,

Oh Venus how long will stay down?

The bellows of her aching heart resists the arrival of light,

Her pillow soaked in the oceans of tears,

She is complacent on the heyday of the past,

Her harp of emotions are silent covered in dust,

Oh Venus how long will you stay sheltered?

Does the traveling vibes of the heart grant no entry into your world,

Hurled into the hurricane of deceit,

The cold stare in her wholesome eyes keeps her mansion iced over,

Oh Venus hope still rings louder than Liberty bell,

Longing for a warm touch to sooth her dim soul,

The fire she desires cannot be found,

Oh Venus hold steadfast to your enchanting beauty,

For breakthrough is only but a touch away.

Posted on: March 22 2014


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A tribute to my german friend

by B-ELLA Books Quill-purple

Ich bin eine Ratte, die in einem Baum lebt . Nur ein Scherz Ich liebe Iglus und Adler. Klar bin ich eine Ratte Dichter , uh huh uh huh. Ich bin hier, um Sie über alle Probleme meines Lebens sagen , ich brauche Beratung. Die Nummer eins , meine Ratte Kinder verformt. Sie sind langsam ein Absterben mein ein . Vielleicht meine Frau isst sie , während sie schlafen Spaziergänge. Wer weiß ! Wir sind Nagetiere sowieso. Wir haben nicht den Verbrecher das Leben zu wählen , entschied sich die Thug Life uns . Nummer zwei , hat meine Frau nicht meine Liebe zu schimmeln Graben Fuß zu schätzen wissen. Aber ich verstehe nicht , es ist so ansprechend. Mein Herz rast , wenn ich es sehe! Gott segne Weltkrieg zu bringen mich Graben Fuß . Problem Nummer 3, meine Zahnspange . Die Zweige immer abbrechen , habe ich drei Sätze von Klammern bislang Verschlucken. Meine Zähne sind so lang, ich benutze sie als Zuckerrohr und sie helfen mir Löcher zu graben . Eigentlich ist das Problem gelöst ist , meine Zähne sind ziemlich helpfu alles in allem . Letztes Problem , meine Frau ist nicht reich . Ich sollte heiraten jemand reich , der sich interessiert, wenn sie hässlich habe ! Meiner Frau immer hässlich wie auch immer, ist ihr Fell fallen aus wegen jungen Alter. Um es am Ende aus, ist meine Lieblingsbeschäftigung Yoga in den Schützengräben . Ich fühle mich sehr zen unter den Soldaten einander zu töten. Bin ich seltsam? Glaubst du, ich bin seltsam? Bin ich besessen ? Bitte helfen Sie . Ich brauche psychische Stabilität . Alle Antworten sind erwünscht. Übrigens , ich bin nicht wirklich eine Ratte. Es ist eine seltene multiple Persönlichkeitsstörung , wo ich wirklich glaube, ich bin ein kleines Nagetier . Danke.Die Ratte Leben hat mich gewählt .



I am a rat who lives in a tree. Just kidding I love igloos and eagles. Sure, I 'm a rat poet , uh huh uh huh. I'm here to tell you about all the problems of my life , I need advice. Number one, my rat deformed children. They are slowly dying off my one . Maybe my wife eats them while they sleep walks. Who knows ! We are rodents anyway. We did not choose the thug life , the thug life chose us . Number two, has to know my wife does not get moldy my love digging to estimate distance. But I do not think it's so appealing. My heart races when I see it! God bless to bring World War I trench foot. Problem number 3, my braces . Always abort the branches , I have three sets of parentheses so far swallowed. My teeth are so long , I use them as sugar cane and they help me to dig holes. Actually, the problem is solved is , my teeth are pretty helpfu all in all. Last problem , my wife is not rich . I should marry someone rich who cares if she had ugly! My wife always ugly as ever , her fur fall out due to young age. To put it at the end, is my favorite thing Yoga in the trenches. I feel very zen to kill each other among the soldiers . Am I weird? Do you think I 'm weird? Am I obsessed ? Please help . I need mental stability. All answers are appreciated. By the way , I 'm not really a rat. It is a rare multiple personality disorder , where I really think I 'm a small rodent . Thank you.The rat life chose me .

Posted on: March 21 2014


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Rap" The Sly Life"

by B-ELLA Books Quill-purple

We're back

In black

Rappin up in the shack!

We're sly


multiply two by pi

what do you get?

6. something

We don care

Cause we sly

Thug lyfe

Keep it real

Yolo swag

2 chainz!!

make that 3..

Aww we got the velcro

Did yo mama ever tell you not to talk to strangers that way?

Cause my mama told me that!










- A


Posted on: March 21 2014


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A New Scene

by Ryan Carter Quill-orange

I think it's time for a new scene
Same movie, different screen 
If you know what I mean

New characters, same attitude 
People that understand lifes magnitude
And knows the meaning of gratitude

Or can I fast forward now 
To the end and I take my bow

To the time where all I hear is cheers
And my thoughts have never been more clear

I'm ready for a new scene
I'm ready for a new me

Posted on: March 20 2014


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by Ryan Carter Quill-orange

What makes you so afraid of the night

You're in the same place simply with no light

Are you afraid when you close your eyes

When you're telling the world brief goodbyes

Either way at the end of the day you're on your own

Or do you have a phobia of being alone

Maybe that's why you have to keep your phone

In a world with billions of people like you

You choose a lonely hell to go through

One that leads to only the one end

The one that your thoughts push you further than you can bend

It's time to give it up

Grab the glass of life and take a sup

So get out of your zone

And grow a backbone

Because nobody should make themselves live alone

Posted on: March 20 2014


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If You

by Ryan Carter Quill-orange

If you want something to play with here's my heart
If you don't need any light you can join me in the dark

If you need someone to talk to I'm here
If you're afraid of being alone I'll wash away your fear

If you need a best friend I'm closer than you think
If you're thirsty for love I'll be your drink

If you're blind I'll help you see
If you forgot who cares about's me

Posted on: March 17 2014


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**i need help with a title and figuring out what could be wrong with her mentally**

by LillySkyWorks Quill-orange

She stared in the mirror at her reflection as she slowly did her makeup. She was irritated. Her thoughts were negative and it was as if she was having an argument with someone in her head. Someone who wasn't her. 

-Im irrtated, she thought. Stop it.

Are you? Im not. 

Her face changed and she started laughing.

-No, stop it. Im irritated. Her face went somber and she shook her head. 

I'm amused. She laughed again.

-Why cant I be normal? Whats wrong with me? She was overcame with a sense of despair. 

Yes, because you think everything is wrong with you. Youre fucking insane. Go kill youself. 

-Shut up. Im not talking to you. You dont exist. She brushed the hair out of her face and stared in the mirror. God Im so fat. 

I know you are. Youre obese and pathetic. Eating disorder? More like "eating disorder of fries"

-Thats cruel. Get out of my fucking head. Stop. She hit the wall in anger. "Fuck!" 

This is a really rough draft of the begining of something I could possibly write. 

Posted on: March 15 2014


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she was left alone

by LillySkyWorks Quill-orange

she is left alone to fight her thoughts

her depression creeping over her like 

water seeps over a body left in the water

left to float away.

she is left alone to ease her pain

her tear stained face ghost white,

metal friend by her side

blood dripping down her thigh.

she is left alone too many times 

her body found in the tub

stained pink over white,

metal friend by her side,

water creeping over her like her

depression once did


(open to suggestions on improvement) 

Posted on: March 13 2014


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its all over

by LillySkyWorks Quill-orange

I have an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other,

I have a gun in my hand and





Posted on: March 13 2014


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this is probably depressing

by LillySkyWorks Quill-orange

**this is written out of sheer boredom at four a.m. True story.**

I think about killing myself more than I think about what Im going to wear. This past year my life has been hell and the only thing Iv'e accomplished is failing. People keep telling me that I have to keep trying, I have to make an effort and things will get better, and I want them to. But I dont. I know that life isnt a constant, itll never be the same way forever, and I keep telling myself that suicide is perminitent and if I do it today I wont be here to see tomorrow and what if tomorrow is better? I have hope still that things will get better because life isnt a constant and it wont stay the same way forever. But Its been almost four years sience Ive written my first suicide note, and its been longer than that since my perverted cousin made me feel like I deserve all of the bad things in the world to come knocking on my door on the same day. 

I grew up in a trailer in a little town in Michigan. The corner store was the only store, and the ice cream shop, cemetery, and baseball field all shared a block. Houses were scattered here and there and the neighborhood wasnt very safe but nobody really messed with anyone else. My aunt and uncle lived across the road when I was just little, and I remember even then my cousin would take me behind the garage and mess around. I just dont remember when it started, and Im kind of glad but at the same time Im really irritated that I cant force myself to remember when it started. I remember that as I got older I resented my uncle and aunt, probably for being pill poppers who didnt take care of their three kids. 

Some nights I would lay in my bedroom and cry myself to sleep, throw my blankets and pillows on the floor and tell myself I was worthless and didnt deserve the roof over my head. My mom was a psycho bitch and still is. We had a lot of holes in our walls, from me and from her. I had anger issues, but I had a lot of issues. Haha, I still do. 

Posted on: March 13 2014


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by Ryan Carter Quill-orange

Tick tock goes the clock

Time just drags by like a snail

Seconds feel like weeks

Posted on: March 12 2014


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by Ryan Carter Quill-orange

My heart doesn't beat

There's no rhythm or a sound

It still waits for you

Posted on: March 11 2014


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