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Dad

Mary Gorden

April 28, 2016


Filed under 2015-2016, Creative Writing, Poetry

Dad, you are like a hurricane. I still see your aftermath in my reflection wrecked, scattered, strewn, yet you evaporated years and years ago. Your waterline is still drawn on my mother’s skin, a reminder of when you swept in and left only debris. How can you sleep at night knowing that your ...

Not a Victim

Mary Gorden

April 28, 2016


Filed under 2015-2016, Creative Writing, Poetry

I am glass. I am glass at home while I sit behind my computer. Each word they type about me is a thrown rock projected by artificial light onto my skin at 9pm on a Tuesday night. I must pretend that the words thrown are not cracking my surface.   In the hallways I am ice. if...

Glass

Mary Gorden

April 28, 2016


Filed under 2015-2016, Creative Writing, Poetry

You treated me like I was a thin sheet glass in your hands. You believed whole-heartedly that I was frail and fragile- easy to crack. You thought you could see right through me.   You loved the idea of being the one in control, loved having the power to fracture me with a twist...

Caffeinated Bliss

Lyndie Copeland, Ad Manager

April 6, 2016


Filed under Creative Writing, Poetry

A soft sweep of sensations,   Flooding, a stream of aromas, through my being.   Fragrant, sugary fragrances,   Suddenly, stress relieving,   Yet, I must wait. Minutes, oh agonizing minutes.   Patience vanishes, replaced vacantly by my dancing foot.   Name...

Dark Illumination

Lyndie Copeland, Ad Manager

April 6, 2016


Filed under Creative Writing, Poetry

Oh, sweet light   Energy sparking, glowing bright   Passion and fervor, ignite   Faces tilt upward, glistening, basking in delight   Heated energy, generating excite   Illuminating rays, enhancing, enchanting sight   Be gone deep orange...

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