Poem – Drifting (By Melissa Mendelson)
Drifting Like a violent storm that rages outside and smashes my walls with its power is how I feel when my world grows dark, and I release my fury to salvage the remains.
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Drifting Like a violent storm that rages outside and smashes my walls with its power is how I feel when my world grows dark, and I release my fury to salvage the remains.
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No Fire (Parody of Twenty One Pilots’ song, Car Radio) by, Melissa R. Mendelson I ponder on something called fate. It could be so cruel when it should be great. My heart’s only desire Is nothing now but a dead flower, And my friends call me a liar Because they know I can breathe no fire. I […]
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Photography – Farmland (By Melissa R. Mendelson)
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Journey (For My Father) I wish I could say that we are like any other father and daughter. I wish that I could say that we are the best of friends, but it took us a long time to get here. I wish I could say that I could tell you anything, everything, but you still would not understand. […]
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Across The Page by, Melissa R. Mendelson Days slip away like tears unshed, and moments of my life drift on by like the dreams that won’t let go, won’t let go. The weight of the world still bears down on me. The stress of reality digs in deep. Trying to make ends meet, my dreams won’t let go. […]
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REMEMBER (By Melissa R. Mendelson) I remember the days I lived. I remember the life left behind. Now, I’m a ghost haunting you, tossing and turning in the darkest hours of my life. Chorus: I remember all that I was. I never thought I […]
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Crowley (Parody of Eric Clapton’s song, Cocaine) by, Melissa R. Mendelson The boys wanna take him out, but they never take him out. Crowley. His accent’s a funny sound, commanding his loyal hell hound. Crowley. [Chorus:] He can’t fly, He will lie, He won’t die; Crowley. He gave the Devil his dues; Rowena’s a pain in his […]
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Wasting Time I’m sitting on the bench, and time is passing me by. I’m waiting for tears to fall, but it is the rain that never comes. I’m waiting for love, but there he goes again. My life, my world is the glass window of happiness, and my family does not see the woman that I am. I’m just […]
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A Break In The System A dangerous man once said, “If it’s not perfect, then break it,” and he broke the system. Lines in the sand became gaping chasms, and voices that once rung the bell of change have shattered against a wall of benightedness. And we quake from the aftermath of his words, begging for not a lamb […]
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Stone Slate – By Melissa R. Mendelson They tell me that I am alive. If that were so, shouldn’t I breathe? Listen to your heart, and I’m stupid for listening once more. I don’t hear anything. Check your pulse. “I am checking,” I scream. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. How could they tell me what they tell me, and how could I […]
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