

Walks of LifeNight falls. The high sun claims dominion over the rolling desert below. Harsh is the glare that besets this young child’s eyes. The light streams into his pupils, blinding him to his own tragic innocence.Walks of Life
The sand seeps in around his toes, rubbing rough against his soft skin. The child knows not what he must do. Looking around him he can find now inspiration, just endless grains of sand: each one alike, yet each one so different from himself. All the child can see is the all piercing sun, reigning supreme over the barren land.
A single thought enters the child’s head. At once it all seems clear what he must do. Fin


LifeThe girl stared into her coffee cup, deep brown eyes glazed into an expression of eternal loss. Cheap pink lipstick on the rim stared back at her accusingly; inside her head she heard her father’s voice repeatedly screaming, “GO BACK TO SCHOOL! GO BACK TO SCHOOL!” The flies buzzing in the light of the lamp over her head didn’t bother her; she was lost in her own world of grief. She sighed, her breasts rising and falling as she fought to hold back the sobs that threatened to over take her soul. Her body shuddered and relaxed as she caught control of her emotions just as they were about to plummet beyond the edge of return. As she struggled toLife
Devious Comments
Happy holidays!
Take care,
Charlotte
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"The aim of love is to love; no more, and no less"--Oscar Wilde
Nice poetry and nice taste of music, I really like it.
Rock on.
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The hardest part isn't finding who we need to be, it's being content with who you are...
hope you like my work
XxX Ju
Take care,
Charlotte
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"The aim of love is to love; no more, and no less"--Oscar Wilde
XxX Ju
Welcome to DA. Hope you like it here!
Take care,
Charlotte
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"The aim of love is to love; no more, and no less"--Oscar Wilde
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