Ice is an unwavering anchor, a cool and handsome medium that can be sculpted to perfection. In ice, there is reason and purity, but there is also a sense of restriction and exile. While the[…]
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My Sea
My sea is layered and lively, a collection of every part of me and unrestrained in the candor of its being. My sea is me. Their sea is surface and simple, a fraction of the[…]
The True Monstrosity
Women in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein play apparently disposable roles that are founded in a docile pliability. Females appear to be one-dimensionally portrayed as possessable and passive supports for the actions of the more prominently capable[…]
Evancescence
I am tired. In the spaces between my heartbeats I find moments of silence anchored by shadows to the breath of every dawn, but this is before the daytime expels sunrise’s misty serenity and thrusts[…]
The Looking Glass
Prompt: Discuss the idea(s) developed by the text creator in your chosen text about the role self-perception plays when individuals seek to reconcile the conflict between illusion and reality. Mirrors are cruel, for they[…]
When Love Grows Cold
“Into this lonely room so satin and cold Silent eyes are staring Voices calling me to be free…” – REO Speedwagon, Dead At Last Brently Mallard’s fingertips were colder than his wife’s, even though[…]
Physical Force and Physical Love
Through currents that are subtle yet nonetheless powerful, dominance is a controlling factor in relationships- both of the past and present. Dramatized to demonstrate the effects of dominance, the connection between passion and violence in Tennessee[…]
Patterns We Follow and Choices That Enlighten ~ Polished Personal
When grief or hardship assaults us, we as humans fall. In the face of any difficulty, our instincts are to despair, to treat the situation as incurable, and to buy into self-pity. But the human[…]
The Crease
A baby. She was small enough to fit in one of my hands, completely bald but still the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. At night, her wails were like torture to me. Siena[…]
The Current of Time
A quiet forest of maple trees in the autumn stretched before me, an infinite expanse that held me with warmth and comfort. As far as the eye could see, trees stood as tall, proud monuments[…]