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My Serendipitous LoveI survived years of physical and emotional abuse from a controlling husband, but it was not without consequences. The trauma I experienced was incomprehensible on many levels. The road I would travel to recovery would be a long and grueling phase in my life, but I wouldn't have it any other way. What I found on this road outweighed the unrelenting pain I will forever experience.My Serendipitous Love by *SMAdams
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It was an unexpected chemistry that found the key to my heart; a modest reconnection which ignited an insatiable catalyst for my future. He said hello from a thousand miles away and the wall around my heart crumbled with a simple word; and yet, I felt safe for the
My Skin is ClichedI’m a child the city devoured,My Skin is Cliched by ~TheBloodyEpicPumpkin
laid to rest in asphalt cracks
& crowned with the weeds
we called flowers.
Then I grew up,
told they weren’t good enough,
so I ripped them from my head
& did my lips up in red.
“Child, tease those boys into bed,
your worth will be measured in sex.”
I’ve never seen the Mother smile,
but I learned all I need
from those runway models.
“Skip your lunch or throw it up,”
I’ll hollow my bones
& mâché a new face,
because that’s how
pretty things are made.
I search for smoke words
from ash-filled lungs,
& use them to cut back
my paper skin,
just to find your an
Beautiful Madness.Driving beyond the speed limitBeautiful Madness. by ~MidnightSun16
with all the windows rolled down
and a car halfway to soaring,
we are the kings of our tomorrow.
Singing at the top of our lungs
as the crisp, autumn air violently
shook us with every breath,
we are a beautiful madness.
Running barefoot to the playground
through a sudden, midsummer storm,
and laughing despite the rain,
we are dangerously alive.
Crying silently to the wild stars above,
in hopes that happiness will find us
before our next nightmare does,
we are brilliantly broken.
Loving recklessly as we search for
the love we think we deserve,
for the person who won't define us,
but enrich our existence,
we
ReverberationsSilence filled the concert hall. Michael’s heart pounded, and his palms sweated. This was the moment he’d been waiting for. This is the dream he’d been dreaming for all his life. The eighteen-year-old boy closed his eyes; he placed his hands on the piano, and began to play.Reverberations by ~forever-yours-xo
Every person has a story, just as every piece has a story – it just depends on how the pianist decides to tell it.
The piece started out slowly; the first note reverberated through the concert hall.
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His story started three months ago.
It was like every other typical day – Michael was driving his little sister, Noelle, to her
I remember flyingI remember having wings as a child. I had wings so large and so strong that they could lift me off the ground. I remember using them to fly.I remember flying by ~ragesaavs
I flew wherever and whenever I wished. I flew to the Caribbean to fight a pirate with a blade, to the jungles of the amazon as an explorer's aide, to castles in europe to serve a king, to mountains, to the savanna, to the tropics, to the Sahara and to distant lands unexplainable and adventures unbelievable. Once I even went back in time and tamed a dinosaur immediately before I sailed with Christopher Columbus to America. Okay, okay -- I probably went back in time and tamed a dinosaur a bit more than ju
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