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the waves are pulling me down, pulling me farther away from shore. my head is being pulled under, but i struggle. my hands break the surface and i pull myself out, only to be pushed back down by another wave. it pushes me down... the undercurrent pushes me any and every way it pleases. i don't know which way is up or down. my feet feel something sandy, but sturdy. i make one last attempt to save myself... i push against the sand, breaking the surface a mere moment later. my head is over the surface... i find comfort there until a wave gives one final push, slamming the last bit of strength i had left...

Dear Mr. Winter; I know we aren't friends, let alone buds; we are the worst of enemies and I despise you, and I know you feel the same about me. I know we do not see eye to eye. We are not even on common ground. I understand that. I prefer your opposite, Mrs Summer, and I just want to know if you can be less cold this year, and maybe leave sooner. Could you possibly leave by April? Maybe even March? Please? For those of us who prefer to go barefoot and spend our time outdoors, at swimming pools. Sincerely, Charlotte

how can i tell you how i feel? how do i know you feel the same? my heart is about to explode, to fly away the same way a bird would fly away into the sky. you are someone i feel like i can act like me in front of, not caring what side i show. you just treat it like me. the way you act around me makes me feel like i am everything i could be.

save me from myself even when i'm lonely and hollow i keep going and keep moving despite it all being against me i pick myself up and keep going until there's no up left only you can save me from this vicious circle because nothing else makes sense nothing but your face lonely and hollow i keep going and keep moving despite you being against me i push away and make it through another day

A forest... Trees as far as the eye can see. Green, brown. Moss on rocks and trunks of trees. Green leaves making a canopy over my head. The trunks are brown under the patchy moss. The ground is covered by leaves fallen in years past, brown - a rich, golden brown. A tree trunk lays on the forest floor off to the right. A cool breeze floats past me, bringing the smells of the forest around me - musk, mossy, a little bit of rain. I can hear the river gushing close by, rolling over rocks, crashing around a bend; I'm sure it is swollen from the onslaught it recieved from the rain. The emerald canopy over my head allows a few rays of sun down to the ground; I am standing in a shaft of light. Birds chirp, unseen in the trees around me. A woodpecker taps away- peck peck peck - up high, above my head. A frog croaks close by, its croak sounding from somewhere I can't distinguish it from. Leaves rustle in a gentle breeze as it tickles my face. This forest is one I don't know, yet f

i am wearing a plain white tee-shirt and black jeans. the carnival lights flash and blink, brilliant colors showing as they go. i slowly walk around, taking in the smells and sounds around me. little kids scream and laugh as they lead their hassled parents around. pre-teens, middle-schoolers, act too cool for their own good. teenage guys walk around with their girlfriends, too cool and cocky. the girlfriends either wrap themselves around their boys or are too cool to be seen as clingly. all the singletons settle into groups, laughing and talking to each other. i  am here by myself, allowing myself to be on the outside for once. i don't mind. at least, this way, i don not have to be doing this or that, go on this ride or that. i hear random shouts and i pick my name from them. i turn and see someone in red coming toward me. i smile. a carnie, whom i had befriended the last time the carnival was here, hussles to me. "hey," he says. "i haven't seen you in awhile.&

people were screaming, as they have when he got on his horse moments earlier, as they will when he leaves. he rode through town. it was nightfall. he knew, that before he left town, more people would find the bodies there, broken and lifeless, and even more chaos would ensue. but he wouldn't worry abotu theat. he would be out of the town before anyone could ask who had done this, before anyone could place him at the scene, at the place this had happened. he was outside the town now. as he had predicted, more people were screaming. smirking, he rode faster into the night, moving to the next town. dark as night, his black cape whipping behind him, he rode with the protection of the night. his horse was as dark as his cape, the mane darker, if that were possible. they flew fast and hard down the trail to the next town. the town came into view as the first of the sun's rays peeked over the horizon. quickly he rode his steed into town. tithering the horse to a stake near a turoug

i am beyond sadness no more happiness in my heart in my heart there is more sorrow now and on the 'morrow my heart is burdened burdened and hardened against any love but peace of a dove can save me oh, dove, save me from this sorrow for many more 'morrows but who knows what i know about sadness with no happiness i am one who no one wants to be with nobody wants to be with on on accord of this sorrow well, now you know dove of peace dove of love give me peace and much more love

waves crash. cool air off the ocean makes me shiver, but brings the comforting smell of sea salt and brine. the sun shines, trying to defy the cool weather. it's the coolest it's been in all the times i have been here. but then again, i've never been here in the fall. another cool breeze washes up from the ocean, making me draw my blanket closer. my feet are bare in the cold sand. i bury them deep into the warmer sand. the sun is going behind me slowly, the rays on my shoulders. not many people are here. students are in school or at home, doing homework, and parents and other adults are working. i have this stretch of beach to myself - my own personal stretch. usually this is waht i am asking for. right now, i am not so sure if it's what i want. the breeze makes itself present again. despite my blanket, i am shivering again. i haul myself off the sand, unbury my feet and grab my shoes before making my way down the beach. this aimless wandering helps me warm up again. n

the darkness clouds over me it's so dark, i can't see when i move forward, i stumble there are things in the dark that mumble i try to move, but i fall to cry i don't know what's going on... i want to die i lay there in waiting but it seens these mumblers aren't hunting they keep mumbling, leave me here they are plainning something, i can plainly hear but what, i know not i'm here, left to rot i whisper to one but in answering, not one would say something they won't say anything not to me, anyway but they are going away i can hear by the movement of their mumbling, the movement of their feet nowhere will the meet me to help my fallen self i am here by myself

i'm free-falling, tumbling through a well of darkness. there is no end to this, is there? the wind - well, still air, but it feels like wind because i am moving down - whips my hair around my face, pulls my clotes taught against my skin. it's cold and i am shivering. my eyes are watering... not from crying, but from the cold wind that is pricking my eyes. i keep tumbling downwards, down, down, down. i feel like i should have hit something by now, but i haven't. i look up and down - there is no light to tell me how far i have come or how far i have left to fall. left and right, but once again... there is no light. the darkness is deafening and blinding. i cannot see or hear. it comes as no surprise, then, that i am hearing voices and seeing things. my eyes and ears play tricks on me. i don't know if i am answering the voices or not. i cannot feel, so i don't know if my lips are moving. the voices are too loud that i cannot hear my own voice. i am senseless. i cann