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Warrior Soul
I stare into your eyes
In the dim moonlight I see
A determination that shines out above all else
You rise to meet my gaze
Your soul like a fierce warrior
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The Mer-Fighters: Overboard Chapter 2
This is chapter 2 of my story Overboard. To understand everything that's happening, go read Chapter 1 : https://youngwritersproject.org/node/41055 if you haven't already! -
Mer-Fighters: OVERBOARD
12 year-old Cindy Carmen is on a relaxing cruise with her mother. One night, she sneaks onto the deck of the ship. She overhears a weird conversation between the captain and a crewmate. -
Sweet Lemonade
sweet sips of lemonade
inbetween hot summer breaths
under a charcol fueled sun
bright faces are covered in crumbs
the remains of a cherrry pie
a delicios catastrophy
laughter fills the air
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Barriers
Some mental
Some reality
All cagingKeeping us at our limits
Making the hard decisions
Making the safe decisions
Caging us in
Keeping us tucked away
Tucked away from life -
Freedom In Bubbles
I race across the sandy shore
Sand spreading beneath my toes
As the waves crash alongside me
When the tide starts to go out
I turn towards the water
Gliding into the ocean with the grace of a swan
Loves
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The War of Sea and Land
Analia swam around the island, she knew her mom would be upset at her for coming this close to land but she didn’t care, she had to see him again.
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If you could become an animal - Writing challenge
If you could become an animal what animal would it be? Would you retain your human mind? Write about a day in the body of an animal.
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the answer
"Why are you sad, my dear?"
My mother asks me again and again,
But my mouth won't open; you can't hear
the words that are caught in a cold, metal chain.
I can't tell her how hard I yearn
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The Memoir Of A Locker
Hello, my friend.
How have you been?
It's nice to see your face —
or ... your forehead skin.
I don't understand
what could be so vital
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Waning Moon, Fleeing Soul
The moon is waning,
slipping away into the night,much like my mind.
As I run over boulders and logs and grass and hills and trees and rivers and —
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