"Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing"

Sylvia Plath

Split mind Disorder.

Voices in my head. What does that even mean? There he is once again. Look! he just walked in through the front door Tell me you see him now. I said I am well, look! He’s there holding a dagger and bloodstained daisies. Look! He is there. Caramel-skinned boy with black...

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Maggie

She sat at her little table nipping on her last stale bread, reminiscing about her childhood. Oh, how she loved wearing mummy's jewelry, applying to make up in ways that had not been invented, she desperately longed for adulthood. She had so many wild fantasies about...

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Near Death Experience

So bad was it that it would not stop bleeding. So bad was it that the gash had a mixture of blood, sand, metal scraps, torn flesh , sticks and hairs all tangled inside the cut. The cut was so deep that the hidden bones showed its face white and pale as a dying...

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The Allure Of Greatness

A great man once said "…" Notice how your interest was piqued because I started "a great man once said"? I put quite a bit of thought into the meaning of greatness, what exactly qualifies as greatness? Albert Einstein, Thomas Edison, Nelson Mandela, Marie Curie, Grace...

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Predators

They are sheep-wolves. The most unpleasant pleasant people. The nice uncle and aunty The very ones that beg my mummy not to beat me. They are manimals, Seeking to devour my soul Wanting to corrupt my innocence The niceties is only a front they put up. They are nicely...

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All For Him

I watched her love him with a love as deep as the oceans. Her love for him was as wide as the sky. He knew she loved him. She loved him with a love so fierce. Her love was a flame, It consumed her. Burnt her entire soul to ashes. She loved him without saying a word....

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Perfect Woman

Her body mass accurately calculated Her posture perfectly positioned Her smile carries an aura that can not be ignored Her movement is like strings of a guitar that is carefully struck. In the middle of a conversation, She walks past, you get divided attention. Men of...

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Teacup

I can feel it stuffed inside of me I don't want anyone near me I shouldn't let anyone see the real me Let alone anyone hugging me I can feel it holding and pressing me down Like I am about to drown My face always masked with a frown I can't beat it, even to the...

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