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Living on Bare Knees He liked to put his face between my legs to make me climb the walls. He said that it was a conquest that brought him great delight. I would squirm under his grasp and eventually I would tell him to stop when I had all I could take. He liked to push me face down the stairs. He said that he needed to keep me bruised and aware. This way, I would learn to be humble. I pulled myself up on my feet each time without hesitation. This time, my bare feet padded quickly across our living room floor to the bedroom where we slept. I walked on through andLiving on Bare Knees
by ~LittleBruxa
Forgive the FloodTime holds judgment, Never to forget the decision made in haste; It will leave you without agreement Though you try to avoid what you probablyForgive the Flood
Should have faced –
Instead, you made a choice, And time left you to regret You’ve found you have no voice And you’re left now – forever – in its debt
In your head, it begs the last question: If you had the chance to live without the regret, Would you take it? To avoid the pain and conviction, Have you the strength to make it? And if you had the chance to take it all back, T
by ~LittleBruxa
BloomBloomBloom
Thoughts rage back and forth to devour Like the shuttle of a textile loom I invoke my thoughts each hour Feverishly waiting for something to bloom
Minutes to hours Hours to days Days to weeks And still here, I patiently wait
Quickly, my heart searches for its formant and now I deny each prior hesitation in a futile attempt to arouse what lay dormant Inside my small and self-governed nation
New found courage has made me crazy with desire To find my voice formally held mute; I struggle to find my own voice in this entire c
by ~LittleBruxa
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A Writer's Manifesto.I am your neighborhood whore of self-assurance. I am your lock-lipped student. I am every angst-ridden teenager, every heart-aching mother, every boy with a bass guitar. And I am a writer.A Writer's Manifesto.
I know the strength of the pen and the impact of digital words. I’ll tell you of abandonment that I’ve never suffered, of love never lost, and touch I’ve never felt. I know the sensation of inspiration struck at midnight, of swallowing native ideas, of embracing a language of words never spoken. I’m every sick child you picked on, every boy you cheated on, every adolescent brave enough to pick up a pen, every person who had
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