Peace

Obtaining the old, iron ladder from outside the house, one must be quiet to sneak it back in. I can only reach my sanctum with this key. Opening the wooden door to my room, I flinch at the sharp creek made by the plywood.

 

Unfolding the hinges, I level the steps flat against the closet wall. I wouldn’t have to go through this if the official ladder had been built in as planned. Careful not to lose footing, I climb to the very last step. The dry paint chips flatten against my toes as I reach as far back over the ledge as my height will allow.

 

With a carefully measured jump, I life myself onto the hidden floor above the closet. The ceiling fan swirls around casting shadows against the white top. Fully inside the safety of the plaster, I avoid the edge like a baby bird before it learns to fly.

 

According to my grandfather when he was adding my room and the porch to my mother’s house, my bed was attended to be up here. The holes for where the rails would have been were the only reminder of that promise. Unfortunately, mother didn’t agree with that plan and had most of the “Second floor” sealed off just as the attic was, leaving this narrow ledge.

 

I have the ability to lay here, but it would still be too dangerous to sleep. Placing my back firm against the widest corner, I watch the shadows above me dance. The music on my iPod drifting to the back of my mind. The smell of the mahogany colored wall paint still lingered here, but it has been for long since it’s bothered me. Here I am at peace.

 

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A Story

My parents… named me after the flower they were allergic to.

I was born… in June.

I was born… in California.

My father… neglected me.

My mother… abused me.

When I was nine… they left me on the streets.

I was… discovered by a teenager.

He… took me to an orphanage.

For the next few years after that… I grew up in foster care.

He visited me… often.

When he graduated… he adopted me.

We moved… to Munich.

He went into… a major business company.

Because of work… we moved a lot.

I currently live… in Japan.

I now have… an adoptive little sister.

Her name is… Koi.

She was… abandoned too.

The story goes on… but that’s for another time.

 

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Tosha De Marco

So young,

So full of life

It’s just begun.

No room for strife.

She reads her books.

Studies everyday

Doesn’t care for her looks.

But she’s prettier in her way.

Quiet for most of the time.

Knowing between peace and cords

Never will commit a crime.

Angel of us hoards.

Magical creature of wit.

Should be princess of the elves.

Ignorant of a grit.

With wisdom on shelves.

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Isis White

Cherry red.

Semi – sweet.

No dread.

Very neat.

Always there.

A great friend.

Always cares.

This will never end.

There for me.

There for him.

There for my enemy.

There for them.

Like a sister.

Friendship is always true.

I’m always gonna miss her!

Thank you!

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Levithian von Reiniger

Father

Is that what you Are?

A man of respect?

A man of power?

I can’t remember…

When did you last make me smile?

When did you last make me cry?

I can’t remember…

Where were you?

When I was alone?

When I was tortured?

When I was betrayed?

Why weren’t you there?

Why didn’t you save me?

Did you care?

Or are you busy ruling your land?

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A Question to a Flower

My beloved flower…

Why does your heart race?

So fast within my body.

That was once yours.

I have a new body now!

One that you once inhabited.

I like in this world now.

I have to get used to that…

I no longer live in shadows.

I no longer kill those in the way.

I no longer torture fools.

I am no longer Death’s Daughter.

I must leave that world.

The past is behind me.

Forever away.

Even my family.

That name is not mine.

I will be the moon no longer.

Nor the queen.

Nor the reaper.

I must look to the light.

And make peace with myself.

You must go to your home.

In the world of ever-shine.

I shall walk this world…

And clean up your mess…

I am the new you,

And I’m here to stay.

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