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a collection of thoughts that always abruptly en

is it still a joke now?

The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )

zero

Quinn scribbles tainted emotions across thin layers of white paper. But to who? To someone who blinks once, sees her, and blinks again-just to make her disappear. To someone who sees her as a symbol of the ocean. To someone who thinks the ocean is disgusting and hideous, filled with trash and pathetic wandering fishe...

shades of blue

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.

An Assortment Of Words

Observe these syllables I have arranged in no particular order and pretend to feel some sort of way. Featured story, highest rank #2 in poetry All rights reserved © #Wattys2016

They will be missed

Some die Some starve Some cry Most cut And they will be missed Some are alone Some are lost in a crowd Some yell out and moan Most do not voice their troubles aloud And they will be missed #1 Poetry #2 Random