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I love that whenever you kiss me, I have to straighten my glasses.

It's not every day. It comes And it goes. The circumstance Where I crave A certain part of you. This is one of these. Melt away the headaches of Everyday life and Everyday problems and Everyday strife Scare me into this False sense of purity That we both know I don't have. I'll obey every demand, I'll Raise you above all integrity Put myself in a position of humility Remove my defense to climb your walls You can be my ventriloquist, My puppeteer It wouldn't matter What you'd have me say or What I'd beg for Regardless, I'd be telling the truth.

Do you remember when we Took that revolutionary walk Down the railroad tracks To that fallen tree Where it began to rain And we sat so close together That we could feel the other's breath And hear each other's pulse I sheltered your camera That was strung around my neck That set just below my chest Whose film didn't catch So all the pictures were lost But you didn't care Because you were fixated on Something else When I smiled meekly Embarrassed that my teeth Weren't quite straight enough And that my eyes Weren't nearly blue enough And that my clothes Weren't fitted well enough And that my— Judgments were interrup

Chelsie Barnes Intro to Creative Writing Short Story #2 Fabric of Memory Chapter two: Seam Ripper *** No! I feel my face flush hot with blood…"Dad..!" My voice cracks lividly with resentment. "Bastard!" I scream in his face, forcing the tears to burst forth from my bloodshot eyes. They burn my face as the saline liquid trickles down my cheeks. "Honor thy father and mother." He recites the popular commandment as he cracks the emerald cane against the side of my head. Nng! My ears ring with furious pain; I will listen, though the simple notion of doing what he wants nauseates me. "Now…" his voice is even and poisonous. "Th

Vibrant orange falls over the hills as the wind sails over the ocean of ginger. The wave flows over the grainy contour that is the corn field, carrying the starchy aroma to where I lie. It is…unfamiliar to me, but it matters not. Swallows dance and dive around, in and out, up and about the atmosphere that the sunset paints. They have no concern, no anxiety. They pick apart the corn husks hungrily, playfully, as the corn gives way to their aspiration. Why can I not be one of them? I ponder it softly as I watch the feathered ones celebrate their find. Though…if I was, which one would I be? It seems I have thought too loudly because th

Do you want to? Go. With me? Let's build a fort. A cool, dark place With love for sheets Trust for blankets Stability will hold as chairs... Coffee tables, Recliners & We'll fasten it with excitement. Clothes pins & Paper weights & Breakables that Shouldn't be put on edges, but It's okay because They are only objects that we buy. We'll eat snacks and tell Bad jokes & Invite only the VIP's & They'll have to say the secret word that Only we know & Our cats will be the butlers & Waitresses & They will serve us fancy sodas on Silver trays. We'll watch movies and cartoons from Our secret headquarters & The pillow monster