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Youthful Soul*Immortality lies in the soul / My body may age / I will grow wise with time

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Flowers for algernon ( my poem)Born without the gift of intellect / Not a choice, not something to predict / Wishing that he could just be smart

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Tiring of these sleepless nightsSleepless nights, / I'm drifting on my feet / Sleepless nights

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The River StyxLay my body rich with coins / As my dawn turns to dusk I will depart / Bless my soul to be reborn

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Monster slayers, and midnight prayersDeath was not unfamilar to me. I'd killed my share of things classified as monsters. I wasn't complaining really, my job kept the humans safe. I just felt guilty, I was practically a monster myself. They call us Warriors of the night, we're not Vampires, we are born with extra strenght and a long life span. I was born a long time ago, I was raised to **** monsters that terrorize the human race. Since I was six, I'd been trained to **** I was a killing machine, best of my kind. Yet somehow, even though what I do is considered an honor, I don't feel proud. I've been doing my job much to long, and lately I'd began getting sloppy with my work. God knows Rowan would be one ****** of boss if he heard about me letting the group of baby Werewolves. I wasn't a complete heartless ******* to **** a bunch of babies. / I might've been two years ago, before the whole incident happened. I layed my head in my hands, I couldn't go there, not now. I needed a clear head. My small apartment in Master Singu's house was getting messy. I hadn't had time to clean lately with all of the monster attacks that had been popping up lately. Ghouls, Goblins, Oni, Ogre, you name it and it's been attacking. Wasn't much we could do with the Banshee, they were more of a signifier then a monster. A signifier of death, and usually they gave me a heads up if the person who's house it's been surrounding, is gonna die. Banshee were cruel looking creatures, never gotten to close to one, they make **** sure of that. Not sure I ever want to. They were ruled by the one and only, Death. And i will gladly stay as far from death as possible. Haven't heard too many good things about him. Death is one of the Four horsemen. Scariest ******** in the underworld, and I would gladly never meet any of deaths brothers or sisters, what ever the gender their welcome to stay away. There was a soft knock on my door, io glanced at the clock on the wall, it was already three. Warriors worked night shift basically, since thats the time most monsters like to come out. / The victorian styled door was a black cherry carved wood, with a ancient symbols carved in so no evil spirit couls cross into my apartment, so I wasnt worried any monster was at my door. But I was suprised to see Cameron when I opened the door. Cameron and I used to work the nights together until he'd gone off and gotten married to Sylvia, who was a vampire. Vampires were only considered monsters when they didnt follow the rules. No feeding off of unwilling people, only donors, and they couldnt go around killing people. Their biggest rule though was not to tell any human what they were, Warriors like me had a lot of people to execute.

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UntitledValor Gates poured her younger siblings cereal, they sat at their broken kitchen table. The cereal was stale and she wasnt sure if the milk was spoiled. Her anxiety was through the roof, her mother hadn't come home last night. It wasnt anything new, her mom was a drug addict, she would go out to the club and not come home, sometimes not even for days. She wouldnt call, or text to let Valor know she was okay, or where she was. She couldn't even call the police the times she went missing for days, because she knew they would call child services, and they would take the twins from her. Angela Gates was the typical ****** mom, got pregnant at sixteen, she had no way to support a child except through her now ex boyfriend Charles,who she had cheated on, hence Valor. Charles had sacrificed his teen years to try and raise Valor, he'd been a father to her, and she loved him for it. He left six years ago, a little bit before the twins were born, they also weren't his. Valor at ten years old had taken on the mother roll when the twins were born. She'd even named them, Andrew and Abigail. She thought of them as her own. She taught them how to read, she'd taught herself to read. She taught them how to tie their ripped hand down shoes, she hadn't learned tell she was eight. She taught them how to ride a bike, she didn't know how. She taught them how to swim, she'd never been to a lake or a pool before that. Valor went to school part time, then skipped the rest of the day to go to her job at the hardware store. She got payed minimum wage, her paycheck went to the bills, and the small portion left went to the groceries. She got the twins clothes from the shelter, or from neighbors whose kids had grown out of them. She hadn't gotten any new clothes, or new anything since two years ago when Charles bought her some clothes and a cheap ipod for her birthday. Those gifts had meant everything to her. Valor sat down in the broken stool by her little brother and patted his little blonde head. The twins were beautiful Andrew was tall for a six year old with short blonde hair and giant blue eyes. Abigail was just as gorgeous, she already had thick hair to her tiny waist in tumbles of blonde satin, her eyes though were very different. One was as blue as Andrews and the other was the same mossy green as Valor's. Valor wasnt a blonde with blue eyes, she saw her self plain with thick long brown hair, and shining mossy green eyes. She worked out to stay fit, and she didnt get to eat much in fear that the twins wouldnt get enough food. She dug out a small cheap phone that Charles had boughten for emergencies , the small screen was blank. Her mother hadn't stumbled into the house and to her room like always. Valors heartbeat picked up two notches and sh could hear the blood rushing in her ears. She had a anxeity disorder that also gave her a bit of OCD. Her OCD was extreme cleaning. Everything had to be neat, she thought it was because her life was in such disaray that the one mess she did have control of had to be perfectly in place. / She debated weather she should call Charles and ask if he'd seen her.

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We Are Made of Star Stuff (Sonnet)Against the sky is the Pillar of Light / Hands outstretched ready at our open backs / Milky Way our Guardian of the night

HillsHills on top of fathomless hills / Where I have built my home / I walked here through the driest desserts

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United We Stand Divided We FallUnited we stand / Divided we fall / This Nation is Grand?

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Shatter Me By Tahereh MafiThe sun is an arrogant thing, always leaving the world behind when it tires of us. / The moon is a loyal companion. / It never leaves. It’s always there, watching, steadfast, knowing us in our light and dark moments, changing forever just as we do. Every day it’s a different version of itself. Sometimes weak and wan, sometimes strong and full of light. The moon understands what it means to be human.

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