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Detective James Tearis is by definition, to the people of Glensberge, perfect.  He is a strapping young man, 28 years old, over six feet tall with an athletic build—his most intriguing feature being his eyes. One is a greyish blue, the other a deep sea green. However, not only does Detective Tearis look perfect, he has the perfect life. He lives with his beautiful wife Anna in a small blue house on Cherry Street, beside Glensberge Convenience. Every night, James comes home to a home cooked meal. On Sundays, they wake up early go to Church in their Sunday best, and after, go for a long walk in the park. Perfect. Or at least to t

Scared, Dying alone In my endless black hole. My soul is hollow, My body empty. My shattered world, What can only be described, As a sorry excuse for a life. You, Destroyed me As if I was yours to destroy. You used me Like it was Your God given duty, No thought To what might happen. I had no one to run to, No place to hide. You saw through me, Like a glass window. I felt naked, As you examined me, Criticising every flaw, Demanding perfection. You did this to me, You, my idle Whom I loved Walked over me Day and night Slowly squeezing the life Out of me With every step. You told me You had rights To

Setting: Southern girl [accent encouraged] in Sunday best sitting down on a bench/ chair, having just left church.    Delilah: Optimism is said to be the act of looking on the bright side. My Daddy lives by this rule. He always says to me 'Delilah, if you can cry about it, you can smile about it too.'Personally, I never under stood the concept. When life gets you down, you're not supposed to get upset; you're supposed to smile about it instead. So, even though your boyfriend broke up with you, at least he didn't beat you too.           And another thing, you're not supposed to worry either. Now does that mean I can

Quiet, Dark, Silence Refuge, solitude, Escape The smell of blood Lingered in the air Like smog in the city Bodies littered the streets Living mourning the dead Children searching for lost parents It started with an alarm Wails screeching Like an newborn child My father scooped me up Ran out of the house Without a second look back No thought about my mother My brothers Or my new born sister I pounded his back Begging him To go back and save them He set me down His eyes not only holding my gaze But the world The burning fires Flickered in his eyes As tears begged to escape "I will go back, But promise me, You will

Many assume we are living. But in fact, This is something few achieve. For those of us, Who are not alive We but only exist. To exist is merely, The state of being there. Being present, accounted for, However still not alive. It's to breathe with no air. To speak with no sound, Hear with no noise, Laugh with out joy, Touch with no feeling. Care without loving. For we are all here, Without truly living.

Stop Crying It's not worth it It's over and done with It won't happen again We learn from our mistakes I promise Stop Crying It was only a joke It didn't mean anything It's not worth crying over I won't do it again I promise Stop crying It was an accident It could happen to anyone It's all over He's gone now I promise

You looked at me and said you only had one I looked at you and thought you must be drunk I looked at you and thought what does she think You looked at me with distaste You said this time it would be different I new this was a lie I said I had changed You were waiting for me to fail You came home every night the same I heard you puking till noon I tried to hide what I had done You saw right through me You would cry yourself to sleep I couldn't fall asleep till if knew you were safe I was ashamed of what I have become You didn't deserve a mother like me You drowned your sorrows with drinks I wasn't sure what I should do I had

Screaming, As the bloody tears stream down my face. They hold forgotten secrets of the past. Threatening to expose, What I have, for so long tried to destroy. They taunt me with unsaid whispers, Falling into my shivering hands. Why was I there? Why did you come? You left me like that. Unable to breath, covered in blood. I should have known the first time. Words of passion shaped beautifully, With your serpent like tongue. Cold lips kissing down my neck. Boney fingers running through my hair. The goose bumps never going away. But I come back. And I will always come back. Forever in your trap, Waiting to be loved

The slow shuffle of black boots The twitch of white sneakers The wheeling of a chair The quiet shuffle of converse On the hard tile floor The screeching sound of metal The pink socks crossing the floor The removal of white adidas The strong stance of silver nikes On the hard tile floor The slow tapping of DC's The unmoving blue shoes The shifting of feet sliding The brown heels clucking and crossing On the hard tile floor The slump of unseen feet The circling of an ankle The black Nike tapping The moving of chairs On the hard tire floor

Left alone With nowhere to go You killed me From the inside out There is no place for me On this heaven on earth My shattered soul Is no destroyed I am dead Before Ive woken Thanks to you Because now I'm broken