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Stars and Scars

Burning to ash, we tumble and crash, broken and brittle our lives thrown like trash. Only born to be battered, shattered, and torn. The menocing mortality continues to scorn. We thrash and slash at the things that failed to last, Hidden behind the smoke of the past. The night littered with scary things and broken dreams as we continue to weep our silent screams. Their eyes filled with mockery as they watch us drown, Such royalty they are, then where is their crown? Our bodies covered in scars people failed to see, things we failed to be, All worn and tattered we scatter and flee. The battle inside us constantly reminds us that we're nothing,

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Stars and Scars by Amore-Fox, literature

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Stars and Scars

Circle of Life. by Amore-Fox, literature

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Circle of Life.

A little cottage slept in the vital and vacant valley. An apple tree perched in the yard. There lived the vigorous and vivacious Sally. The branches protectively over her like a guard. On hot, muggy, summer days. Sally relaxed under the tree’s shade Her happiness brighter than the sun’s rays Beside the tree all her strife and stress would fade. Sally’s mother used to say people can’t fly. Sally said she was wrong. With the swing attached to the tree’s side, Sally could glide all day long. Some days Sally climbed the tree. On a gnarled branch laid a bird’s nest. Up far in the limbs she felt free. Hearing the

It by Amore-Fox, literature

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It

I stumbled as I wheezed for my breath, running away from it. It seemed that every corner, every valley, every cave and crease was just another entrance to the damned thing I wanted to avoid. My breath came out in un-even huffs as I struggled not to let the tears fall down my face. I heard the echoes silently singing in my ear, I knew no matter how much I tried I couldn't run any further. I slunk down to my knees, weeping silently. "All you are is fat, worthless, annoying, attention seeker." I heard the voice growing louder, it was coming for me. It knew where I was, it knew my weaknesses,regrets, and secrets. I covered my ears with my palms,

Flowers by Amore-Fox, literature

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Flowers

When I was born, my mother cradled me in her arms. She kept a vase of flowers near the slightly open window. The rays of sunlight would gleam onto the flowers, a sign of a new beginning. As I grew, a special person came into my life. He had a head full of unruly tussled curls that weren't nearly as crazy as he was. Such a criminal he was, stealing my heart. First date I had with him, my cheeks blushed with shyness. He intwined his hands with mine, and gave me a flower, a sign of love and purity. Palms sweaty, nervous again. Walking up the aisle, my dress flowing behind me as the crowd of family and friends watch my every move. The mome

The Poem (Chapter Four) by Amore-Fox, literature

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The Poem (Chapter Four)

It was friday, after school. I paced back and forth in my room, stress nearly drowning me. Tonight I would be going to the movies with Tyler. I wasn't sure if I should go or not. After all, I would most likely just end up hurt or embarrassed. Yet something inside me, my conscious maybe, was tugging me to go. As the clock ticked on and on, my time for thinking was limited. Until I barely had a choice at all. "Honey are you going to the movies? I know you mentioned that you wanted to go friday night." My mother asked. I sighed angrily. Thats kind of what I was trying to figure out until you interrupted my thoughts! I bit my lip, keeping me fr