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Scars
“Scars” Free Verse, New Poetry, 8-4-16 Some nights when I can’t sleep My mind wanders back to another time Where the heartache must have happened To someone else, someone I never knew. I want to go back sometimes Maybe to right the wrongs Or do things differently. The memories still have power over me. I hate that I’m still reminded of you After so many years and wasted tears. I wish I could take them all back. It was my youth I allowed stolen. I gave you myself because I loved you. I managed to survive the pain of loss, But then you came back And almost destroyed what was left…
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Daddy’s Guitar
Daddy’s Guitar, Descriptive Essay for Comp. I, 9-17-99 One of the fondest memories from my childhood happened at my Meema’s house. My cousin Clint and I would crawl under Meema’s bed to pull out the treasures she had beneath it. The best treasure belonged to me, but was not really in my possession until I got older. Out of all the dust-covered items under her bed, my favorite was my late father’s guitar. The hard plastic handle of the torn, faded black guitar case felt grainy in my hands. As I pulled the case to where I could open it, the dust stirred, causing me to sneeze and cough. Smells of cedar…
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I Remember Purple Skies
I Remember Purple Skies- Fiction Workshop 2002 Mattie pushed her newly-dyed purple hair out of her face. Her green eyes filled with tears. She had fun during earlier road trips with her friends Sunny and Jade, but now that her first semester of college was almost over and her heart was broken, Mattie felt like she couldn’t enjoy anything anymore. “Are you dwelling again, Matilda?” Jade asked, pushing her short black hair behind her ears. “Don’t make me come back there and beat your ass. You know I’ll do it.” “A little,” Mattie said. “It was the song I guess.” “Don’t just sit back there and cry, Mattie,” Jade said.…
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