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Trapped

Anger A foreign feeling Bubbles up inside Causes my fight or flight to react And I panic I long for a sharp edge Just to release me, untrap me I start to feel caged The bars are closing in on me I just started to believe My panic attacks were gone Over with, just too much stress Hope shatters into razor shards I fall and find myself hurt Now bleeding everywhere My prison shrinks forcing My knees to my chest Dark closes in till the only light Is refracted off my shattered hope I can see nothing past my bars Trapped.

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Coming Out

Apr 11, 2012

It's true, I am Chinese and I was born this way. At a young age I began to notice this difference. I was attracted to neither boys nor girls. In middle school, I liked math, and in college, I did my homework all night long. Being Chinese is not a choice, it is genetic. There are risks to being Chinese because society cannot accept the union between a human and a textbook. I have Chinese friends who didn't need sex because they could foreplay instruments and get screwed by O Chem instead. Now, they don't have a social life and are shunned by others. But fear not, life will get better. I grew up as a Chinese and I am proud of it (just look a

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Trapped by kml91225, literature

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Trapped

Courage by savvycoon, literature

Ode to A Spoon by TheWorldGoesRound, literature

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Ode to A Spoon

Hello Spoon, Shiny, Smooth, Metal spoon. Reflecting my face spoon, An upside down mirror for me. Are you a mirror into my soul? Or just a spoon to eat with? Hi there spoon, My lovely little spoon, Held tight in my quivering hands. I can bend you spoon, Twist you, Melt you, Tie you in a knot. I love you spoon, My never judging spoon, Dig into my heart, Tell me what's there, My Shiny Spoon, Metal spoon, Twisted, Turned spoon.

Losing My Religion by colleenxcatalina, literature

captured in a star by doorfromheaven, literature

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captured in a star

Touch me, she urges, breathlessly, reaching for his hand, pale lighting from the moon sneaking past the curtains and crawling through the room. Her blonde hair is silver, and her eyes are chasms, challenging the depths of the sea. He has never quite known such a need, Where? He is nervous, and his hands have become like aliens, unknown to even their master, clammy and uncertain, they reach out to a destination that seems to be growing further and further away, like a tease who never wants to give. Touch me where the stars reach their limits, she brings her arms over her head, like a standstill dance, but without the gown, bla

Dandelions by jzap1forever, literature

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Dandelions

At seven our only need was to play Running through the grass and weeds blowing every dandelion in our way We tumbled around tackling each other til the moon made it's way Dare to say there is no such thing as evolution? There's no hiding the proof as you blew me away like you did the dandelion If only it was that simple and painless (but who am I to say it's painless?) Instead you're picking off the seeds one by one Remember when everything was filled with dandelions? Now only a few catch our eyes Yet we still blow them and cast the stem away We pick off the their seeds and torture them So what happens when there's nothing left? W

Green Eyes and Monster Lies. by darkhairedangel, literature

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