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Avah Baxter relaxed her body as she floated to the surface of the lake. She opened her eyes and gazed up at the velvet black sky dotted with tiny specks of silver. The water was thick and black around her, and her long black hair floated around her head like a wispy curtain. The only sound around her was the owl in the distance. The air was crisp, and she knew that if her mother ever saw her like this, she'd demand Avah get out of the water for fear she'd catch pneumonia.

But tonight Avah didn't care. The weightlessness in her body was somehow a comfort to her now. Her dress, now soaked, fit her like another layer of patterned skin.

She paddled her hands slowly, gently, gracefully through the dark waters, propelling herself further into the center of the lake. This was her moment.

Tomorrow, when the first of the fishermen arrived at dawn, they'd find her washed up on the shore, gazing down at her and wondering what had become of the beautiful Avah Baxter.
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Dude change the channel

Warning:(this is a Mock-umentary on the events in 9/11 and this may offend you. Like mark Twain said about the adventures of huckaberry finn, anyone who attempts to find meaning in this will be shot. You have been warned.)

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The crimson sky roars with vengeance as the clouds empty their stomachs. They pelt the ground with waves of rain carrying diminutive birds lost in translation. The birds hit the ground like blocks of cement and roll uncontrollably down hills of sewage like tears, becoming buried into worn mud like stones. Their pupils gradually burn an engraving of their last mirage, their last big high as they reach their final destination. Now statues they clutch with their beaks crumpled bags full of syringes with liquid white powder as their validation. Their feathers ripped by each exhale of the wind and their flesh burning from each sardonic rise of the sun, their beady eyes stare into the bleeding sky feeling cheated.
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Hi! I was in this community before, as whenitrainsx. But I shall re-introduce myself since its been a while.

Name: Shelley
Age: Seventeen
Sex: Female.
Orientation: Lesbian

I write poetry and short stories, monologues sometimes or scenes. I like photography, too. And I draw sometimes, but rarely show that to people because I'm still learning how to draw/paint/etc.

So, in the past I've been told my writing is pretty juvenile and I have to agree. Thing is, it still is pretty juvenile. I hope its gotten a little less childish, and I hope for it to get better as I become less of a child myself. Also, I found a poem I wrote a while ago (posted it here too) that I really like. I don't know if its finished or not, but I want to make it better so any suggestions would be great. Also if you think it should stay the way it is, go ahead and tell me that too. Below are two new poems, the old one, and some photography (including a pic of me)

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Inside Daphne

Out of suppression I emerged from the narrow clutches of subconscious into the ego. As a new member, I had to help discuss the future of Daphne while finally meeting the new ringleaders of her show. I took my shaky step into the bubbly conscious, which looked like more of a mirage then reality. The sky was a watery shade of blue that made my red sweater purple. I admired the pink sidewalk as it turned to moldy dead grass. Each string of grass stared at me, reminiscing of its youth when the wind could not haul it from its roots. It had been a long time since I had felt the crispiness of the air, and felt the groves of a yellow tree at the end of its existence. I looked at my watch and suddenly ran into the coffee house for the meeting. It was fill of people doing something with their fingers some smoking, others snapping to an imaginary beat. Their fingers yearning to have someone hold their cigarettes as well. I ring the bell at the front desk and a waitress rushed towards me. She stopped suspiciously and smiled weakly at me.
“It’s been a long time,” She said
“It has,” I nodded.
“I wanted to say goodbye, but it all happened so fast”
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Small town
There is a small town that is so small people just call it town. To the people, town is the center of the universe with sunrise that spills onto the sky like mercury into lakes. Here lies a man, not only a man but also a man named Bob. Bob whose name use to be Robert but has been destroyed by a society’s attempt to shorten everything in order to keep ‘fast pace’. Bob, correction just changed to B, lived in this small town all his life. Like the rest of town he was no god-fearing, bible loving man even though he couldn’t read or spell.
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