Air in my Lungs
E better known as Eden Varts, is an artist. you listen to her art every day. You ear her soul in every story or every song but now I invite you to this journey of reading and joining her mind.
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I Dream of Yesterday
In a world overrun by the mutated forms of its previous inhabitants, the survivors have been banded together in various settlements, patrolled by the remnants of a dead military. And at the center of it all, Isaac Weisser. A man who is hailed as their savior in the darkest of times. Jonathan is just one of these soldi...
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Shadow.
Cliche Cliche And yet you can hear the echo Of the clock striking the hour of truth. Never have I been so devoted I question it every day Clinging to the memories that were once Our Realities. How does she do it? Keep me beside her Like my life depends on it I don't even know her name But I apparently know h...
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The Prophecy of Two
Fawnpaw is an apprentice of Meadowclan, ready to get training, and becoming the strongest warrior of her clan, but a prophecy blocks her from her dreams. She must face a cat capable of ruling the forest, but can't tell who that cat is. It turns out, he was in plain sight the whole time. *This book is all fiction and i...
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Everlong
Cyan Halpert isn't just you're average teen, she's your modern day Frida Kahlo. Cyan aspires to be the best she can in every aspect of art. There's just one problem; her dreams cannot come true without a little help from Dylan O'Brien. Dylan doesn't even know that a girl like Cyan exists... but not for long. ~~~~~~~~~...
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Poem #1
A poem reflecting on juxtaposition of art & the unwanted means to inspiration (by society & level minded individuals), and the envied end product of that that inspiration. Not sure what the title should be yet...that usually comes last Thanks...add comments
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What We Are Made Of
This is just a collection of poetry that I've written over the years. It's about life. The ups and down. Love and Loss. I hope that some of you can relate. Because after all, what are we made of?
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Different
All I had to do was focus. Single myself out and pretend I was alone. This wasn't easy because the world is a busy place. Thousands of thoughts were floating around me. If you guessed Osmosis you're right and if you didn't i read minds. For a living.
