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It had been about a week since Eva busted me out of prison. Since then, police had dropped by the house at least three times to see if I had comeback to it. Once or twice, I could have sworn that Garrett was with them. Each time they came though, Eva was always ready to hide me. The first time she hid me in the practice room. The second time she turned me into a kitten. The third time she turned me invisible so that they couldn’t see me. However today, she had gone a new route. I was literally draped around her neck…as a golden necklace. All I could do was dangle from her neck and wait for the cops to leave. I was unable to mov

Stars made of nightmares and skies made of fears Hearts made of glass and a home built of tears Cries made of silence and words made of knives Dreams of the struggle to simply survive Souls made of paper and minds made of flames She is a piece of their loveliest game No longer can she feel more than disgust Even a rainbow does turn into dust…

I Am A Writer: Gentlemen, today I speak to you To convey an issue that has plagued the core of our community. For so long have we been considered second-class; To this day there are those who still believe that we are not artists. But today is not about freedom, today is about honour, Because there are many writers that still seek to shame us all... I speak of those individuals, who take art from others. Covers, photos, paintings, digital art, anime and manga. It matters not where you draw your source from, But every action impacts upon us as a community. Why? BECAUSE I AM A WRITER! When I craft my works, when I write each and ev

It's tearing me apart. I'm breaking apart inside. I can't even smile. It hurts. I can't do it anymore.

“You wait for a silence I wait for a word Lying next to your frame Girl unobserved”                I watched. He was fabulous at everything. He was the artist. He wrote, he drew, he sung. There was nothing he couldn’t do.  He only worked in silence though. If it was too loud in the classroom, he would just observe what everyone else was doing.                I, on the other hand, couldn’t sculpt a thing. I couldn’t paint, couldn’t draw, and couldn’t think when there was silence. I needed noise. I needed music. It was the only thing that would allow me to work. It made me forget about the other

Running with the wolves, I’m losing my soul; I left my land and found them Even though I was told They are dangerous things, These beasts of the night From their thick, red fur And the mesmerizing light In their brown, puppy eyes. They stalk the forest And hide behind oaks, Not stopping to rest Until the alpha says so; The night grows still, And the world is calm- That is, at least until The wolves begin to howl. Their chant is like a melody, In sync as all the woods Cries the same melody. They turn to the moon In time to see her shine; They sing to her Underneath swaying pines And howl their love, Their praise as one- They wait for

"Ok, in order for you to get this job, you need to be serious." "Serious? Why serious?" "As you can see, this place isn't a theme park." "Obviously, but I should be myself." "Why is that?" "So I won't end up working like you." "Are you saying you're too cool for this job?" "No, I'm saying you stink at it." "Do you want me to call security?" "Yeah, go ahead. Just don't blame me if you're taking away." "Listen, I'm only calling them just for your own good." "Oh really? For my own good?" "Yes." "Alright, I'll go." "Thank you." "Before I leave, let me tell you something else." "Sure." "Being yourself is better than being someone

I look up a the sky at midnight. I see a black map dotted with silver stars connected with invisible lines The points form pictures in the sky I look through the window at midday. I see the familiar golden orb hanging in the sky smiling down at me. It sends warm beams of light down at me and I smile back. I watch the sky at different times. I see different things but I always see stars.