~memyselfillinois
Sam
The Eyes in The Trees
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searchWhere is the pen? Where is the Writer?search
Where have they gone? Where have they been?
Bring them both forth, and place them back at their stations.
Let them do their work. Set them to it.
They have been away for far too long.
These empty pages, these empty halls await their return.
The time for silence has passed.
The time for words is here.
Come forth, writer, and bring your pen.
by ~memyselfillinois
ReflectionThe other day, I was staring at my reflection in the mirror, trying to determine just how bad of a sunburn I had got that day at work. I noticed it when I pulled back the hair from my right temple. A horizontal line starts from an inch above my eyebrow and ends at my hairline. It’s barely noticeable; you’d have to have me point to see it. But it’s there. Perhaps faded and hidden, yet still a scar. The scar is from a surgery that I had five or six years ago. I had developed an aneurysm on my right temporal artery from some trauma to the head. It had started as a small bump on the side of my head, and as time went by, the bump beReflection
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Lost and FoundWell, well, well. It has been a long, long time. I've been away too long. The sad fact is that I haven't written a word in months. All because of World of Warcraft. The game is highly addictive, sapping any potential creativity from me. Instead of writing, I would sit at my computer killing a deer with the click of a button, and skinning its hide with another. Playing the game had replaced that want, need, and desire to write with a kind of idle content. Don't get me wrong. I liked the game and I had fun playing it, perhaps too much. It stole me away from my writing, something that I've come to take for granted. I ended my subscription to WoWLost and Found
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Open WatersAs he walked home, Scott thought of a letter he had received in the mail two weeks ago from his Aunt Ellen. The letter had been innocent, merely asking how the family was doing and how was school, but at the very end of the letter, she had written her phone number and said that if he ever needed anything, he could call her.Open Waters
"What had she meant by anything? Did she know?"Scott asked himself. He had become so used to keeping secrets from everyone that he found it natural. Of course, it meant alienating himself from the outside world and distancing himself from his other family members.
His family had moved closer to th
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The air was dead, laced with the anger and greed of men. I looked out over the crowd, an innate evil lingering in each man’s eyes. I could see it all from my pedestal of humiliation, my scaffold of shame. It was a sunless, winter day in Virginia and the blue of the sky was covered with a flawless blanket of gray clouds. I stood beside my compatriots, hardly standing from exhaustion and a deafening sense of defeat. I could barely hold my head level, much less think anything but thoughts of darkness. Despair was my best friend
by ~nerys
Sky Shade EyesCan you keep the dark away that haunts my mind every day? Can you see into my eyes; taste all of your filthy lies?Sky Shade Eyes
I wish you would break my heart, I've been waiting from the start.. Rip apart what you have sown, stab the needle to the bone.
Dry the stains upon your skin, swear once more to let me in. Wind sweeps quiet through your hair, turn my back, I shouldn't care.
Sky shade eyes, I can't let go, I wish I could let you go. I wish I could let you go. Could let you go.
Minutes left until the end. I wish I could l
by ~darlingdeath
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- Current Residence: The Middle of Nowhere, Illinois
- Interests: Writing, photography, guitar, movies
- Favourite movie: Shawshank Redemption
- Favourite cartoon character: Calvin and Hobbes
- Personal Quote: Keep your chin up, your eyes open, and your feet on the path and you'll do fine.
- Website: http://samuelson.blogspot.com
- AIM: memyselfillinois
- Yahoo: oneunknownman
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