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POETRY:

Yet

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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POETRY:

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."

~unkown

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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POETRY:

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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NON-FICTION:

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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POETRY:

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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NON-FICTION:

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 .

 

Translatey

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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POETRY:

Rap" The Sly Life"

by B-ELLA Books Quill-purple

We're back

In black

Rappin up in the shack!

We're sly

goodbye

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!

Werd

 

#winning

#gangsta

#2kewl

#weout

#jk

#wereback

 

- A

 


Posted on: March 21 2014

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POETRY:

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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POETRY:

Monophobia

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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POETRY:

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 you...it's me


Posted on: March 17 2014

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FICTION:

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

by LillySkyWorks Quill-yellow

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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POETRY:

she was left alone

by LillySkyWorks Quill-yellow

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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POETRY:

its all over

by LillySkyWorks Quill-yellow

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

I have a gun in my hand and

its

all

over

v.l


Posted on: March 13 2014

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NON-FICTION:

this is probably depressing

by LillySkyWorks Quill-yellow

**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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POETRY:

Time

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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POETRY:

Waiting

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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POETRY:

Our Worlds Are So Small

by Venus in Furs Quill-purple

Our worlds are so small,

I think.

Have you ever kissed a lion?

Did you jump the fence?

Do your arms have holes?

If they close, will you remember them

as they were?

Do you eat oranges?

Is your heart on fire?

 

My world is small:

You and I.

The dishes and the dresser.

Keys on the table.

The light I left on.

Belt I hung on the doorknob.

A letter…I am shipwrecked.

The ocean in my dream.

It was purple.

I couldn’t find you.

 

The phone ringing.  The silence.

The man mowing the lawn.

The leaves.  How my mother once

jumped in them with me.

We were both younger.

The sky.  How sometimes it belongs to me.

Your eyes at night.  How they glow

brighter than the moon (I wonder

if it’s jealous).

 

My coat.  Your hands.

My world open

as our mouths

and small

but somehow, I think

endless.


Posted on: March 10 2014

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FICTION:

The Running

by HungerGamesGirl59 Quill-purple

you sent me up

into a new place

trapped inside a maze of hate

locked away from the monsters that wait

to take the runners lives away

 

we escaped

only to get stuck again

in a desert of light

that burns brighter but then

the insane will bite

our survival is slight

yet we continue to live on the mend

 

we broke out of the chains

flew off without pain

to fight for the rights of the race

 

we will regain power

and the controllers will be weakened

the thought process gone forever

 

that "some will will thrive

some will die

some will never get to try"

 

The Maze Runners

 

 

some will thrive

some will die

some will never get to try


Posted on: March 08 2014

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POETRY:

Everybody is a Star

by Ryan Carter Quill-orange

Everybody is a star

Shining so bright and so far

Like the fireflies of the sky

I want to capture their light with no reason why

 

Everybody is part of the ocean

And the deeper you go

The more you'll know

That every tiny drop is another emotion

 

Everybody is the perfect gem

Hidden by the dirt that surrounds them

And before you try to scoff

Be sure to first dust them off

 

Everybody is beautiful in their own way

Whether they be big, little, black, white, straight or gay

And no matter what you say

Every beautiful person is here to stay


Posted on: March 05 2014

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POETRY:

Like Bonnie to Clyde

by Ryan Carter Quill-orange

The thought of you warms my heart 

And you were glued to my mind from the start

You've brought me out of my dark

And even with you being so far I've been feeling a spark

I never thought it was possible

But to have you I would be unstoppable

Because for once I've met a different kind of someone

So will you take my hand so we can run

Just to get away from everything holding us back

And make a plan for our own attack

'Cause I want to make my partner in crime

Like Bonnie to Clyde I just want to make you mine

We could rob the world

Just say you'll be the one


Posted on: March 04 2014

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POETRY:

Through His Eyes

by Ryan Carter Quill-orange

A lot of people have done me wrong

So let me write this song

Of all the sin that has come and passed

Most of which I knew would never last

Some people lied and betrayed me

Others did things I never could see

But for everyone that has done me bad 

I always knew I could never stay mad

Because that's what I was put here for

To be ripped, broken and torn to the core

But like He did I will rise again

To show everybody they're better than this sin

And they can do better than they've done me

Through His eyes every one of them will see


Posted on: March 04 2014

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POETRY:

Like Father, Like Son

by Ryan Carter Quill-orange

Growing up my dad was never around

He was always at work or somewhere in town

He never taught me anything as a kid

There wasn't much for me that he did

Other than show me how not to be 

He wasn't the greatest person you see

He smoked, drank and sniffed a little bit

And as we struggled he wouldn't quit

Greed and lust was always what he was about

But I can't say I'm perfect for I took part of the same route

But as I grew up I saw my flaws

I've changed a lot but I'll never fix them all

Because just like my dad they're a part of me

And perfect is something I'll never see


Posted on: March 04 2014

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POETRY:

My Message

by Ryan Carter Quill-orange

Life is oh so cold

Just like the stories I never told

You don't know the real side of somebody

Until you can break their mold

Don't be so bold or you'll scare them away

Time isn't against you

Take it easy and wait for the perfect day

If it's meant to be they'll stay 

But don't be hurt if they forget you

Fitting in and being happy is all they wanna do

If you can't give them everything

They'll leave for anything

Life doesn't give breaks

Keep working and see what it makes

You make your own happy ending 

That's the message I am sending


Posted on: March 04 2014

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POETRY:

Soul Mate, Heartbreak

by Ryan Carter Quill-orange

What is a soul mate

Just some girl you took on a date

The girl you took on fate

The only girl within your mind

And she couldn't escape

Or maybe she's just another heartbreak

But what is heartbreak

A feeling you get when you feel love and hate

It's your heart at stake

Life's too short to let your heart ache

Remember the past and appreciate 

But don't let yourself wait

Your future is coming

Open your eyes to what it's becoming

And don't hold on to the past as you're numbing


Posted on: March 04 2014

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POETRY:

Forever True

by Ryan Carter Quill-orange

Woke up crying went to sleep in pain

Woke up fucked up

These dreams won't go away

Every time I close my eyes I live another memory

I hear every last one of your goodbyes play a scary melody

I know we can no longer be

And that you're no longer here for me

But all the pain you left is still here

It's something that won't go away I fear

So now I'm praying for something new

Since I'm tired of the pain I've been through

For God to send me somebody nothing like you 

So I can live with a love that's forever true


Posted on: March 04 2014

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