They wait
for paint
but they are not quiet
they scream
they yell
they demand to be transformed
to be decorated
and ornamentated
to join the ranks
and show the word
what their blank slate
inspired
to be created
Asking Permission
Did I mean to or not? Am I sorry or did I just get caught? Your mad because you say You can never know either way But if I had just asked ...
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The clang of the bell and clatter of metal broke the tense silence; and a whirlwind of energy burst forth. Muscles, taught and rippling, swe... -
You may be wondering how I got myself into this mess. Well if that is not one of the most overused, clichéd lines I have ever heard, I don...
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It wasn’t my fault really, or at least that is what I keep trying to tell myself. How was I supposed to know that this would happen? It wa...
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