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let me tell you the story of venus of the swamp. how she emerged fully formed from the pond scum; her hair thick with algae
A weeping widow Weeds of mourning Covering your face You hide in the dimmness of the Everglades Moaning For your nation
Alligator, alligator O hidden devil of the Everglades Feared by many Murderor of children And various other small creatures Crooked toothy smiles Slurping in the swamps
How many more newscasts before we decide it's enough? How many more broken parents and friends before we choose to make a change? How many more children need to die before anyone can say goodbye?
Use your Voice. Not a Gun. Education is the best opportunity my poverty-ridden eyes have seen.
Gun control Something that's important Our world is at stake Brothers Sisters Murdered At what cause? No control
Dear Almost lover, I'm writing this because I never got closure. It's been awhile since we've talked and I think it's time for a disclosure and I don't want to be mocked.
Their insulin can’t be insulated because refrigerators (and everything else) needs electricity, and US. But we aren’t helping. The diabetic (and everyone else) are suffering and will continue to. It’s been two years since I’ve seenYour Puer
OFF! The AC knob kisses the left tick. DOWN! The glass sinks into a black sea of blazing leather Hair, slicked back in the clasp of the alligator. Her right foot eases off the brake.
I think it's officially my lifeI hear original narratives and think of all the people going through strifeIt's plaguing their lives and here I am writing about my #FirstWorldProblems
Do Floridians ever feel anything Beyond the barren lawnscapes Begging for an illustrious drink From the flinging whirlpools Staked in the desiccant earth Or the splintered docks
When I reach my home, Which is surrounded by none other Than the reach of woodland across the way, I keep my eyes cast down And ignore the long winding road
Peddling fast down that black slate, circling that busy cul-de-sac. I peddle faster. That snowy dog stares at me through the silver gate next door- one blue one green. I peddle faster.
The Silence Before The Storm, Flip of the coin at midfield. The brotherhood that will form, A machine man can not build. From the first whistles blow, Everyone chanting in the crowd.
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The homeless seem mistreated And neglected I went undercover to see what people would think of me living on the streets Minute after minute I would hold my cup up high asking for spare change
My hair has always reminded me of the ocean
Sterling Klein 09/09/2014 Forever Unknown Though the years keep passing, Time doesn't slow down It keeps moving without me. And I am fearing that What I see
A guy who is afraid to express his opinion But has quite a clear vision How can he overcome this hinderance Without seeming a bit insolent One day the answer will be found But for now he sits tied and bound
It's a careful process romantic even, when you pull off the wrapper of a Crispy Chicken Asiago Ranch Sandwich from the Wendy's Dollar Menu
For them It is a he, a him For me, She is Everything That i wish I could be Her passion riveting and delightful her empathy
Being a military kid can be a real drag sometimes. You move more than the average teen. Last year I moved to and went to public school.
She is what struck my heart in the first place. She knows how to make me laugh and smile. She knows the cure for my sadness. She is all I need to uplift me in my time of need.
Math is not easy It makes me queasy The kids in my class quickly fix that Sitting in the middle of all these guys It is hard not to disguise the laughter in my eyes They crack jokes back and forth
Sit down. Or maybe you should move away from the door. Listen to your professor. Or maybe you should send out once last text to your family members letting them now the news.
It’s been 12 yearsOf chores, work and sweat.We didn’t ask for itBut overall it was okay. We meet peopleSome were horribleSome were greatBut overall they were okay.
Summer in TampaBy Kelley Stead In June the city has a feverIt sweats road rage and miseryThe people, sick to death of heatForget their manners and chivalry
Tiny tots laugh and splash as the waves break on sunscreened stomachs. Reckless teenagers try new tricks on their freshly waxed skim boards. Old men in Speedo's walk up and down the shoreline. This, is my Florida.
The sun kisses each small soul as it rises The pathway is lit to every broken dream Even when Charlie pulled at the weak heart strings Every smile shines brighter as legs grew stronger
Dear Jordan Davis, When you felt 8 foreign metals scratch its way through your chest, did it drown out the music?
I should’ve listened to my girlfriend Instead of standing in this line That stretches ‘round an arena To cast these votes of mine. She begged me to vote early, Though I expected it to be short.
La vida la vida es un rompe cabesa la vida es de colon negro es tambien castallano como appelledo de Carlos El era mi juego malo y ?