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Cordelia Mar 15
Someday someone will see the play of my life; my curse,
And she’ll find you, you - my favourite verse.
She’ll know how our eyes met and hear our voices dance,
But she'll never know what I felt, when I took the chance.
The gods smiled and quipped “Love is truly blind”,
“We live on borrowed time, love, and I don’t mind”.
What happened she’ll ask, just hold his hand,
But how could I ever tell her, she’ll never understand.

It wasn't just an epiphany, no, I knew it from the moment we met,
In the glances that lasted just a second less.
Over and over I asked myself, “Why must you stay then?”,
But heaven knew I didn't want to put down our pen.
I could still see us, somewhere in the bittersweet haze,
But your “I love you”s always meant that I was just a phase.
I didn't jump and rejoice “The stars have aligned”,
“We live on borrowed time, love, but I don't mind”.

You told me you loved me straight from the heart,
But your words and your heart were always miles apart.
I told myself “That’s it. It's over. You’ve had your time.”,
Maybe some loves aren't meant to be divine.
I knew we were no longer my beloved rhyme,
The show’s over, darling, we’re out of time.
When I look back, I doubt I’ll ever hit  rewind.
“We lived on borrowed time, love, but I didn't mind”.
Shelly Mar 14
With in my heart lays a book

A book of our unfinished story

Our love story written within the stars

But the winds never came to turn our pages

We hid our love for others

Never allowed ourselves our desires

Only to lose you to another

Unconnected bridge of unspoken words

The author never wrote our ending

I will not let go of our unfinished love story

So wait for me in our next life

We will write our love story amongst the stars

As we turn our pages

Losing ourselves in our love and passion

Connecting our souls as destined

Our unfinished love story has an ending

-Shelly Ramos
Eliana Knight Mar 14
Amy was a prim and proper girl
And her first arrival to campus was such a whirl
Her roommate, Drusilla, was a weird girl who acted all crazy and tough
She would go crazy if you even looked at her stuff
Unfortunately for Amy, Drusilla also liked to have *** that was really rough
She would hook up with different shady guys, loudly moaning and screaming
One day Amy accidently turned on the light, which left Drusilla steaming
Six days later Drusilla was still really mad
So Amy would stay till late at the library with her study partner Chad
Usually Drusilla would be finished by the time Amy went back to the room
But tonight Drusilla was still at it, yelling like a maniac, so with a sense of annoyance & doom
Amy walked in, there was wrestling, the bed banged on the wall, but Amy didn’t turn on the light
She got into bed, put on earphones and listened to music all night
When she woke up the next day, it was to a gruesome sight
There was blood everywhere and Drusilla’s throat was cut, she was obviously dead
The scary part is the message on the wall written in blood, it filled Amy with dread
‘Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the light’ it read!

Based On An Urban Legend
Based on an Urban Legend and the movie Urban LEgens
My personal orator,
tell me a story with profound meaning.
Spin the tale of the abrasive man
who grew from a silent boy.
Feed me you unmistaken eloquence.
Let me drink in your vocal opulence.
In Japan there was a girl named Hanna Mori
And this is her legend, her story
It was said that Hanna was the beauty of Japan
When a rich & well respected gentleman came for her hand
She was given in marriage though she was a young age
But Hanna has always felt like a pretty bird in a cage
Her husband was a samurai
He was emotionless guy
He wouldn’t even say or give her a kiss goodbye
Since he worked all day and sometimes all night
Hanna would sit in the balcony to bathe in the moons light
As the stars twinkled so bright
She wondered if she will ever be happy
Then chided herself for being sappy
A few months passed, the routine the same
Then one day, the new neighbours came
Introducing themselves & son, as soon as their eyes met, Hanna was aflame
This brought her great shame
Even though the boy was 17, only 4 years younger than her
She could not give in to the lust, though her heart did stir
When one day she received a love letter
Saying she deserved better
Foolishly she replied & it sparked the secret affair
At first she did resist
But could not do so after they first kissed
He would come over in the guise of working in the garden
Hanna knew if her husband found out, there will be no pardon
The punishment would be swift
But she thought it would be worth it for love is a gift
Then the day came, her husband came home due to a cancelled flight
And came home to the sight
Of his wife preparing herself for her lover
Hanna dove for cover
But after he bullied her into a confession, he dragged her naked to the neighbours house
There the lover was as quiet as a mouse
The parents brought him out & he said she forced him to do it
Hanna was crushed, it was a hard hit
As he went on about her being a ****** predator
This, from the boy she loved and couldn’t help but adore
Her husband dragged her back home & threw her on the bed
“You will pay for this, not now but for all eternity!” he said
But Hanna didn’t care
She is punished already with a broken heart she cannot bear
Her husband grabbed his samurai sword
Put it in her mouth & claimed it was her punishment & reward
He sliced her mouth open, on both sides, all the way up to her ears
He declared that she will forever be the thing that everyone fears
That she will forever in the shadow roam
Never finding her lover, peace or home
But lurk in the shadows for all of time
That is her punishment for her shameful crime
With no help she bled and died
And her husband later committed suicide
The legend goes that in shadows she must hide
She wears a surgical mask & approaches a lone stranger
The victim is drawn in by her beauty, unaware of danger
She asks “Am I pretty?”  And once they replied in a positive way
She takes off her mask, exposing her wounds & asked the same question of her prey
Anyone who no longer found her pretty, she will slay
So if a person approaches you with a mask, beware of what you say!


Based On An Urban Legend
Based On An Urban Legend
Gideon Mar 8
I love my parents, but they’re out of it.
For high school graduation, they gave me a gift.
A genie, three wishes, you get the gist.
A big responsibility for an eighteen-year-old kid.
What should I wish for? Well, I don’t know!
Beginning of summer, maybe I’ll wish for snow?
First semester of college, but I don’t wanna go.
Maybe I’ll wish to already know.
Know English, Spanish, math, science, and more,
But I’d rather know what’s on the ocean floor.
Why not cure cancer? Because it seems like a chore.
No, what I really want is the one I adore!
Genie, I wish for my perfect girl.
The most beautiful one in the whole world.
Give me a stunner, one that I can twirl.
Genie said wait, don’t give that a whirl.
I am all powerful, all knowing too.
So I know a secret, one about you.
Now don’t deny it, for you know it’s true.
You don’t like girls, or “doing the do”.
You, kid, are gay. Trust me, I’m the genie.
So don’t ask for a taco when you really want ******.
Gideon Mar 8
It wrapped her head,
covering her auburn hair
in golden yellows and bright blues.

When the wind stole it away,
I raced after it,
hoping to catch up to the breeze.

The red and orange leaves
traced its path as it flew
through the brisk autumn air.

My fingers barely brushed
the fabric, but the current
brought it to the branches overhead.

The air carried it to
a high bough above our heads,
hanging it on a branch with care.

There it hung, beside
the glimmering yellow leaves of
the tree, swaying like one of them.

I reached towards the sky
to retrieve it before the breeze
could lift it away once more.

She caught up with me then,
laughing at our attempts
to rescue her bright yellow scarf.

Looking up at the thin piece of fabric,
I offered to climb the tree
though I didn’t want to.

Her infectious giggles at the
proposed idea graced my ears
like a soft, sweet song.

That music lulled my once-lonely mind
into sleepy peace and serenity
for the rest of my days.
A calm day,
Former agent Trevor Maximus rested,
Bathing in the sun of summer on his front porch,
A Coke can perched in his hand.
His eyes traced the flight pattern of a humming bird,
Flying silently through the warm summer breeze,
Hovering above the plastic bird feeder, drinking in it's refreshing reward.
Trevor let out a great sigh,
He always thought the artificial red color of the plastic bruised the beauty of the countryside,
Still, he refused to take it down, his late mother loved seeing those strange winged creatures drink from it.

It was then when he got the call,
A ring like screaming compared to the quiet of the country.
Trevor reached to answer the call, but hesitated,
What if he just let it ring? He could go right back to his cold Coke,
And the beautiful touch of the summer winds.
But he decided against it, he didn't have many friends so whoever was trying to reach him must need him desperately.
So he set down his drink and picked up his phone,
Though when he checked the caller ID, he didn't recognize it.
(276)-435-9009, a Virginia area code,
He looked around in a panic, when he had moved out he made a point of avoiding people,
Scared of making any ties.
Trevor took a deep breath and composed himself,
Swiping up the answer button.
"Hello? Trevor Maximus speaking?"
"Hello agent, you have three hours to make your way to the Goslting Square where I and my team will meet you. If you do not show up in the allotted time, we will come to you. Timer starts now."
Silence.
Might continue the story, might not.
Blackened
In shadows deep, where silence reigns, A journey marked by unseen chains.
Through corridors of night we tread, Seeking solace in the dread.
The echoes linger, cold and stark, In every heart, a lasting mark. To depths unknown, we cast our gaze, In twilight's grip, we lose our ways.
Enticed by voids, we break the ties, In newfound space, where darkness lies.
With every step, a story traced, In haste we move, yet time erased.
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