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White Picket FenceI don't have a homeWhite Picket Fence by ~The-Virgin-Suicide
PuddlesAs a child I rememberPuddles by ~The-Virgin-Suicide
It ExistsTwisting corridors took my breathIt Exists by ~The-Virgin-Suicide
Prose - Fiction
Preface to Blood KissesPREFACEPreface to Blood Kisses by ~mysterywolfgurl
Omni-Gaia 1Omni-Gaia trilogyOmni-Gaia 1 by ~deviantfetishlver
Once Upon A Rainy DayThe rain fell in torrents outside, gliding towards the ground in thin, elusive sheets. Puddles began to gather everywhere and Judy wished she could join the children sloshing through them with excited yips and giggles. She laughed and shook her head at her own thoughts. Such a childish notion for a grown woman, she thought, a soft smile playing on her lips. She felt a small, familiar tug at her skirts and turned away from the rain, her mind shifting back to the cozy parlor and her small daughter, Lucy, who was now peering up at her with large, inquisitive eyes. They were the darkest shade of blue, almost violet, and mirrored her mother's ownOnce Upon A Rainy Day by ~NakedLobster0413
Prose - Non-Fiction
SadnessBlack tears in my heart,Sadness by ~mysterywolfgurl
SoulA soul is a wolfSoul by ~mysterywolfgurl
Jumbled Up Feelings What is love? Is it a feeling? An action? Can it be both joy and pain? A racing heart and a piercing thrum? When one love ends, can it truly ever have been called love? It takes years of dedication to build a strong feeling, but only seconds and one wrong choice to make it fall apart. Emotions are such fickle things. One day, I love my life and thank God for all the blessings in it. The next, I forget those blessings and hate it. Love in the real world is hard. The thought of finding a person, a different individual with separate feelings and thoughts, terrifies me. The thought of trusting him, opening my heart and body, and leaving myself vJumbled Up Feelings by ~NakedLobster0413
Betrayal I am haunted.Betrayal by ~chibilvr091
That face looms over me,
Staring at me,
His eyes gone cold.
We used to be friends,
Fighting on the same side.
Why did you have to
Betray me in the end?
I am holding onto memories,
Brittle and fragile like glass.
Us laughing together,
Looking into your eyes.
We were friends,
And I trusted you.
I thought you would
Never betray me.
I should have listened,
Should have looked for another.
Now, my life is tumbling,
And I am crashing down.
It is too late.
Forgive My IllnessMy OCD is annoying,Forgive My Illness by ~iamganontheumbreon
Some people think that, anyway.
Well, please forgive the fact
That my brain is different
Or that I can't concentrate.
I really hope that my
Way of thinking doesn't offend you.
I wouldn't want you to get hurt anymore.
And I'm so sorry that I'm not normal.
This must be so hard for you.
AnxietyMy heart is stamped with words like "fragile" and "caution"Anxiety by ~LiebeTacos
Brittle and easily broken
Emotion snarling from the inside, begging for a way out
Thoughts ripping apart the seams
Doubts and worry assault my lungs as my throat closes in on itself
Panic slashes through my skin
The UmbrellaThe Umbrella by ~chibilvr091
I adored that store, and I relished walking to it every day. There was this one item that always caught my eye, although.It was beautiful, with sunlight glistening on the windowsill. But, there was always one item that caught my eye every time. It was this umbrella lying in the corner, with the wooden handle gently leaning against the window. It reminded me of my mother, and how she wore dresses of the same color when she was still alive. The dust covered the glimmer of its maroon color, but it still lied there like it had many years before. My mother had said to me when I was very young, "When we have enough money, I'll buy it." I was fi