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Elusive[door opens, hurried footsteps, door slams]
Writer: [out of breath] Look, I don’t want to do this, but I’m going to have to start imposing curfews if you don’t start listening a bit more! I know you need your freedom, but can’t you be a little more considerate? I am responsible for everything you do, you know!
Muse: [stiffly] I’m sorry.
Writer: Are you?
Muse: …
Writer: No. I know that look. I’ve seen it too many times already.
Muse: But do you understand it? Can you comprehend me at all?
Writer: How can I? You don’t make sense! You’re so capricious – you taught me that word – and I can’t… I can’t even trust you.
Muse: …
Writer: Look, I’m not asking for much. Can’t you just… not hang out with her?
Muse: [muttered] What’s the matter, jealous?
Writer: What?!
Muse: I’m not sure I understood your request. What exactly is the issue at hand?
Writ

Poetry

_{Featured by rachel-rhapsody}
z is...the underdog with staggering incandescent eyes
and pursing lips, twitching obscurely without words.
the last picked, even with all those victories before.
(those team leaders have a way of contracting alzheimer's
- not that there is blame to deal.)
gliding through, a pass, a goal, a save.
but not enough for that yellow-white spotlight,
calling from the heavens above.
the shadow that leaves the field alone.
the second-try, fall-back best friend
painfully indulged in drawn-out wet kisses.
means nothing to the broken-hearted masochist,
just the heartsick fool with gentle hands
and an unusual heartbeat.
the youngest but wisest
of an extensive family tree.
finds its way into the laughter of others
and the sidelines of sepia photographs,
the grandfather-to-grandson stories
about learning under the best.
the collector of purple bottle caps,
to-do lists and how-to books,
odd facts and reassuring grins.
don't bother canvassing,
you can borrow them whenever
- and for forever.
the question that h
"z is..." - offbyzero

_{Featured by YouInventedMe}
Untitled HaikuLight spills onto sheets
still warm from the breath of sleep-
the heat of dreaming.
"Untitled Haiku" by Tharlam

_{Featured by: EmoSunshineMuffin}
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"i'm confused, kierkegaard" by sjarman

_{Featured by: kersee9}
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"Nihil Est Existentia" by Imposcillator

_{Featured by KneelingGlory}
Life CycleI. Truthseers
"Mortality" is a word
          spoken soft in onerous rooms
          over lips thick with chapstick
          to smother
                    our truth.
Over a road twenty feet
          deep a child soars
          on creaking rusted flowers
          and laughs
                    at us.
They know
          those little grinners
          as they spin plates on noses,

"Life Cycle" by winter-songs

_{Featured by ColonelFitz}
The apple.An apple is a little girl
          with flaxen braids and freckled cheeks.
          She plays hopscotch
          (one, two, three)
          in the cul-de-sac
          and reads under her blankets with a flashlight
          long after her bedtime.
She grows into the girl next door,
          fresh-faced, blue-eyed.
          She takes ballet
          (four, five, six)
          in the gym
          and always turns in her homework on time,
"The apple." by maraudersmap5210

Foreign Languages

_{Featured by: Magic-fan}
VerplichtingIk word zo moe.
Elke ochtend word ik wakker met een zucht.
Ik trek mezelf de dag door.
En ga weer slapen, met een zucht.
Ik word zo moe,
want ik moet mezelf elke dag anders voor doen,
dan wie ik eigenlijk ben.
Ik moet elke dag lachen.
Elke dag lol maken.
Vrolijk zijn.
Terwijl ik eigenlijk...
helemaal niet vrolijk ben.
De lach op mijn gezicht,
is zo´n verplichting geworden.
Ik moet maar blijven lachen,
omdat mensen mij anders niet herkennen.
Ik word zo moe.
Zo moe van het constand op pijl houden van die lach.
Zorgen dat die lach blijft waar die hoort te staan.
Zorgen dat tranen zich niet met die lach één maken.
Dat lachen en huilen gescheiden blijven.
En ik, dat lachende meisje blijf, wat ik altijd ben.
Voor altijd.
Voor eeuwig.
Ik word zo moe,
van het vechten tegen de tranen.
Op momenten dat mijn tranen hun weg naar beneden vinden,
probeert mijn lichaam zich bijna accuut te verzetten.
Tranen worden ingeslikt.
Mijn kutgevoel word weg gezet.
En mijn lach word weer opgezet.
"Verplichting" by imlikeyljarawrr

Prose

_{Featured by: Kitri-du-Lac}
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"Rain" by ryante

_{Featured by: Magic-fan}
PathHunted by the wicked as they swiftly and carefully travel through the core. Guided by a thin gleaming light I cut through the thick forest to escape their sight.
My trail is set through my sins; Burning away the beautiful creation behind my feet it sets ablaze in the darkening day.
I hear their thoughts whisper as I continue, "It's no big deal, everybody does it, don't you see? We want you to live how you please."
Oh how easy that would be.
Contemplating their words as the light that i follow gets smaller and less visable.
Darkness has set. An easy playing field for them in these conditions.
A spiritual anarchy is easy to achieve, no worries and easily decieved.
I challenge myself, the will to succeed with this thin light in front of me, paved by the heavenly teachings.
A spiritual anarchy is easy to achieve.
To accept the darkness in my forest or to continue on.
I grab the light that welcomes me with a warm embrace. With his trust and instruction, this light in the end will turn the f
"Path" by visi0nX

_{Featured by i-W-i-s-h}
The NobodyThere was once a young boy who didn’t have a care in the world, he loved to play games, and draw dinosaurs. When he started school everyone was nice to him, though he was unaware of the fact that he was a year younger than the other kids for they all started school a year later than they were suppose to.
So as the years went by the young boy, we can call him Allan, was getting adjusted to a world outside of his house, though still very shy around his peers. Then after experiencing four first great years of school everything he loved began to go away. It started with the death of his maternal grandmother, whom he loved very much, and this devastated him for he never experienced a family death before, then came the horrors that also awaited his fifth grade school year.
His English teacher who everyone loved, for she was acclaimed one of the best teachers in the school treated him like an insect, each day in class he was tormented with being forced to fail his class by this bitch. Th
"The Nobody" by :devJurassiczalar

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