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"Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer
Do you know you're unlike any other?
You'll always be my thunder, and I said
Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors
I don't wanna ever love another
You'll always be my thunder
So bring on the rain
And bring on the thunder"
By Dlcannon Reprise
taken from my book, "Going Into Detail"
It's not an illness or a sickness. This is a curse that will morph your body and your will. It will twist your mind and force you to attack your closest friends. Thing is, you never know who will be infected next.
What is it? Read on to find out.
Quick note on how this works: I have split this...
By Carmilla Lablanc
Jessica, Amanda and Laura are high school seniors. One day while hanging in a local park, they meet their future.
When her father is murdered, a woman breaks all the rules to find the answers.
This is a song about looking on the bright side no matter what happens to you. This was one of the last songs I wrote. It was about a week before I got out of the USMC. I was lying down and couldn't sleep. much like a night like tonight. I dunno if I'll write anymore lyrics. Usually music has to...
Ever been in one of those...
Why do we do the things we do if they are only going to hurt us in the end?
My God is real, this actually happened to me, and this is my poetry version of how it happened.
The tale of a girl with parents who don't want anything to do with her, a girl who just doesn't get the idea that she is not wanted because of what she did, a caring brother and a friend who isn't really a friend.
Follow the tale of Riley. An 18 year old girl facing reality. (With a twist of...
This conjunction of words focuses on struggles many people face. I'm hoping to open minds and allow judgement to loosen up on it's targets. It's an attempt to show that sometimes who we are is not who we wish to be, and that letting others into your life might just be what helps to change your life.
Knowing who you want and not being able to have them because they're taken. If only...
By Byron Quinn
A poem of the way our choices guide our destiny