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ENERGY
lively spontaneous me, galloping around the place good vibes radiating in my headspace
Guest Post: 10:20 pm (MATH 3000)
Put me in a matrix multiplied by the objects of life 2 bitten pencils, no eraser, sign of strife Trainwreck identity, not a housewife Dishwasher suds, no spoons, I eat off a knife
Spread Out Too Thin.
I’m ankle deep when I should be up to my chest I want to immerse myself in you but I’m afraid that I’ll lean in and find out that you’re nothing but an imprint See, I’ve tried this before but I made a big mistake.
Aligning Text: A New Stylistic Tool To Enhance Your Writing
Yeah, I’m a mega-nerd, as mega-nerdy as they come. Text alignment isn’t just for right-aligning headers and center-aligning titles and tabbing over for paragraphs and such. You, the creator, can utilize it as a stylistic tool in your writing.
13 Ways To Say I Love You
One. I’ll pluck a strand of your hair and compare it to honey, light brown and translucent in the sunshine. Two. I’ll fall in love with a bad song you recommend, only because you love it. Three. I’ll take you somewhere I love because I want to show you where my soul goes to hide.
Guest Post: Departure
It feels like just days ago I was a timid little kid, fresh, green, young, inexperienced,taking my first steps through these unfamiliar halls,cowering in the shadows of the seasoned veterans.These gates seemed so high and imposing,walls like a prison, thick, sturdy, inescapable.The faces I saw and voices I heard as I trudged alonggrew dull andContinue reading “Guest Post: Departure”
PTSD
Remember this smooth coffee, this crisp biscuit It will never be without weevils or sand If you manage to return, plan to walk your dog It won’t matter where your foot lands —
Driven Mad By Time
In this room I am suffocating the walls, the desks, the floor, the boards are all a varying shade of cream
Something is wrong with this class
Something is wrong; I’ve discovered a terminal illness That makes me sit in class with a death-like stillness Leaving scars on my conscience; a limb must be severed The remedy is bankrupt, despite my endeavors
Cat Zhang 