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I want to tell the world.
But I know you'll be reading.
So instead, silence.
But I know you'll be reading.
So instead, silence.
Literature
Censure
My forced smile
speaks softly
of desperation,
breaks concentration,
and tears down
the walls of my
silent condemnation.
-Brian Shuffett
August 8th, 2010
Literature
Recast
Even when they're not on parade
They're ramrod straight and strong
Soldiers cast from the same mold
Regulation haircuts
Measured creases
Buffed shoes
Pressed uniforms
(You showed me
When you cut your hair
And I told you
It was the cutest thing I'd ever seen)
I was told that it's sexy
To have a girl in uniform
And I can't get over
How insipid that comment was
And I must have looked absolutely stricken
Because the subsequent topic change
Gave me whiplash
I wonder how they broke you down
And recast you
Into that same mold,
The perfect
Clean-cut
Soldier
And is your hair regulation length
Or does it fight to break free o
Literature
The Calling Voice
The fog, thick like Death's rattling breath, swirls around my limbs, tugging at my thin cotton dress, and pulling me blindly into the dark clouds' greedy arms. I can hardly see my own feet, padding bare across the sharp gravel, as it digs into my tender arches. Nothing is out here; no one wandering through the debilitating fog but me.
My lungs start to throb, chest heaving, and my throat drying painfully, but I put one foot in front of the other, determined to find my way out. My chest gets tighter, and my lungs are burning, though I'm walking only leisurely. My throat screams, like a fire is burning through its scalding walls, and my lungs
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It's deafening, isn't it?
Make a change, take a stand.
Go.
Make a change, take a stand.
Go.
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