Free by Karen Manabat
I was magic; A burning kerchief turned into new fabric, A white dove that flew away from a magician’s trick
Continue ReadingI was magic; A burning kerchief turned into new fabric, A white dove that flew away from a magician’s trick
Continue ReadingVivid memories sleep on the horizon Reminiscing on the days of old Days past, but not gone Asleep, but not dead The negative energy radiates; Cuts deep: to the core, to the heart Hatred, insecurity, depression Drown you Try to swim Can’t move For what worth is this life alone? Says the insecure Says the […]
Continue ReadingSinging in the wind Smiling as she flies free She is fearless
Continue ReadingThis story is one of the April Writing Challenge entries that was chosen to be a featured story. “What do you think you’re doing?” Sarah’s voice brought me back down to earth. I blinked, and looked at the mess I’d collected in front of me. Grass, sticky weeds, dandelions ripped from their roots. I […]
Continue ReadingThese days feel as if they are always. Since that year, I feel I have seen everything As if through the diligent eyes of God, Dilated with diabolical dissent, Callous in the knowing that Half my friends are criminals, And the rest are vapid souls, Mellow, dramatic, decaffeinated or high, Anarchist academics, Dreaming of new colours, new […]
Continue ReadingThere were so many words. She could feel them thick in the air, fluttering over her skin and getting tangled in her hair People passing by were throwing catching exchanging an endless torrent of words, as they strode through the city streets Caught amongst a crush of bodies and caught within a dozen strangers’ worlds, […]
Continue ReadingWhat a strange old world, where I’ve got one heart but a thousand faces, I’ve got a hundred friends but one ticket to Vegas. What a sad old world, where we wear smiles and our words are sweet, but all we do, all we do is love and leave. It’s the American Dream and it […]
Continue Readingwhen she was a child, she used to draw pictures of bodyless women, stacked on the page like books stacked on a shelf. neat and clean, she’d say. her mother would smile and ask her, why don’t these women have bodies? and she’d smile back in her innocent way, and say because they’re free […]
Continue ReadingDo you remember the story that helped you believe in yourself? Well, when was the last time you believed in that book? For all of the power held between their pages, books can be helpless creatures. Without readers, books become bricks to build or shapes to stop doors or a flat surface in which to […]
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