Xanadu

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Wake Up

The power just went out and my digital clock is blinking, 1:04. All I can think about is the darkness of my surroundings and the loudness of the rain. But I know my room like the back of my hand. The same routine: sitting up, taking off the grey quilted covers, and making a sharp left so I don't hit the blue wall that corners my bed. It's only about a fifteen foot walk to my desk, where I keep my flashlight. I walk into a dresser. My eyes adjust to the darkness and I quickly

Trap

She needed the attention. She needed the feeling of want. She was playing a dangerous game that no one could realize until it was too late. She was like a Venus flytrap, letting victims in and devouring all their love. He would do anything to be with her, but was unaware of the consequences. She let him in, played the game, and attacked when he got too close. She ripped his heart out, leaving him in the past with nothing left. The hope for love vanished from him. He wondered

Standing Wave

An endless stretch of sand and dunes glimmer in the afternoon light. The wave's fingers smash and stroke the land in a repeating rhythm. Looking closer, you'll see a shadowy figure standing straight by the flowing water. That's me. As the other crests vibrate at their maximum amplitudes, I remain immobile. Waves upon waves hit my back, trying to push me forward. But I'm afraid to move on, to make a mistake, to leave my fixed point, and be left behind. Soon, my legs will rippl

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Knife in one hand and wound in the other. The self-inflicted pain was all too familiar now. The pattern seemingly unstoppable, like the ebbs and flows of the ocean's current. I succeeded in pushing another one away. The story was the same every time. An innocent meeting, a wink, a smile, a connection that felt so good at the time. It was a moment of trust—a millisecond when it seemed real, attainable, and safe. But soon the cold front blew in and the storm began. Doubt waltze

Dumping Ground

Here I sit, staring at what once was a perfect garden, lush flowers blooming alongside the flowing greenery in the bright light of the sun in springtime. What used to be a gleaming paradise has become a deserted wasteland. As you landfill me with your previously unsaid thoughts, you cover our haven with heaping piles of empty cans and apple cores. You take everything that was here and thriving and beautiful, and you bury it without a second thought until cardboard boxes and p

Superman the Ride

The chains rattle as we make our slow ascent. The excitement builds as our cart reaches up, up, and away until, we fly down the track. Swooping left, right and traveling in a loop-de-loop. We glide smoothly through the air until We feel flung forward as we are pulled by the breaks, Signaling the end of our ride. We reach the station and reluctantly accept That another hour long line is waiting for us If we decide to come back. The release sound of our safety belts is heard, B

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Impossible Ineffability

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And I stay still.

And I stay still.

depression is...

depression is...

Gaveled

Gaveled

In the event of a fire, use the stairs

In the event of a fire, use the stairs

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