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Reading to me is like being in a relationship. You invest your time getting to know characters like you do getting to know someone. There are no pictures in novels so you fall in love with a characters personality and heart instead of their looks which I think a lot of people don't do in the real world anymore. You go on adventures, you feel things and parts of you that you thought died are brought back to life with one simple quote, phrase or line. The characters may be fictional but the things the characters go through sometimes are actual things people go through. It's nice to have places and people to lean on when reality gets to be a little too much. The best part is that the characters never leave. If you miss them, just open the book and there they are. People complain that reading takes too much time. Books are like life. You have to take it one chapter at a time because if you move too fast, you will miss the most important moments. Life already moves too quickly. It's nice to be able to pick up a book, take your time and catch your breath.
WRITTEN BY: Mandie Michelle Sanders
WRITTEN ON: October. 6, 2015 Tuesday 2:24 AM
Sometimes I feel like a puppet
being played with by my father
Every time I get *******
the first person I yell at is my mother
My father was like that too
except alcohol was his puppet master
Every time I think of my father
I can feel my already heated blood start to boil faster
Ever since I have gotten to know him
I have realized I am like him in so many ways
We are quick to make opinions
we collect music you couldn't finish listening to for days
We are very particular about the dumbest things
it does not take a lot for us to get angry
We become hateful when someone brings up past mistakes
we laugh at things that should not be funny
We do not let anyone in
we spend most of our time alone
When we do not have work related stuff to do
we prefer to stay at home
We both have a love for trucks
we are cigarette addicts too
When I try to make a list of all of the good things about my father
I can only name a few
My father is clean and straight forward
he has no problem telling the truth
He loves to eat Mexican food
he loves Winter too
He is quiet, he is handsome
he loves m&m;'s just like me
He loves Taylor Swift and Pink Floyd
his favorite time of day is morning
My father has problems like I do
only difference is I got help for mine
My father is a person who can be really mean
then an hour later act like everything is fine
He is worse when he drinks
so am I which is why I hardly ever do
Underneath him though is a conflicted heart
despite what people might think
Whenever I get angry
I think of my father
I can't help but blame him sometimes
whenever I feel like the world's biggest bother
No matter what I do to change
I feel the sadness for my father get worse
With his blood in my veins I have no choice
than to accept my father's curse
WRITTEN BY: Mandie Michelle Sanders
WRITTEN ON: July. 2, 2015 Thursday 8:26 AM
I was sitting on the windowsill
crying after having a bad day
He came home from work with takeout and flowers
and asked me if I was okay
I quickly wiped my tears away
I did not want him to see me cry
I told him "hello" with a fake smile
that you couldn't ignore if you tried
As I was taking the food out of the takeout bags
he looked at me so serious
I asked him what was the matter
he answered do not be ridiculous
I felt stupid for hiding my sadness
I felt even more dumb for being sad in the first place
As I cleared my throat to tell him what was wrong
he kindly put his hand on my face
He said "I do not know what is making you sad
if it is something I can help you with then please let me help
I know how much you like to do things on your own
but sometimes we all need to lean on somebody else
I am not here just for the good days
I am here for the bad days too
and if you want to sit and cry
then I will sit and cry with you
Do not be ashamed to tell me how you are feeling
I won't be angry at you for being human
I will hold you for hours if you want me to
while I list off the reasons why you are an amazing woman
I will spend hours being a goof
until I get you to laugh
or I will lay down with you in bed
and watch you sleep as I caress your hand
If singing you a song will make you feel better
I will sing every song that I know
If I could go to space and bring you every single star in the sky
I would do that if it will make your smile glow
I am sorry you feel this way
I am sorry your day ******
I will do everything to make you feel better
because I love you that much."
WRITTEN BY: Mandie Michelle Sanders
WRITTEN ON: October 6, 2015 Tuesday 12:59 AM
 Oct 2015 Imad Black
Flor Boetsch
Loneliness is like a shadow. It is always chasing us until we are weak enough to sink in it. Some people get covered by it while they are alone, while nobody can reach them. But others, the most desperate ones, dissolve in it even when accompanied. In a matter of seconds a lonely can become darkness and blend in the multitude. This feeling of belonging to somewhere else is a constant in the hearts of the unfortunate. How many shadows can you find in a crowded room? *Are you sure you are not one?
Sometimes I feel like answering "no" to the last question.
Won't you ask the shore
for things washed away.
All things, washed away
by the sounding sea.

Won't you mourn all things.
All things, washed away
as you sit ashore
quietly still.

As the sun comes down
and the tide starts to rise.
Won't you grasp the sand,
gently close your eyes, your hands,
and wait. Not long.

They're here.
Hear the footsteps near.

All things, once loved,
that loved you so.
Once washed away,
now washed ashore.

Surrounding you.
 Oct 2015 Imad Black
Tupelo
When it's all over,
As the faces fade,
When the hum of
fluorescents cease,
And the engines
sputter to a halt,
All that remains
are the oceans
Inside of us,
And the words
made in their wake
the only thing I've given my whole to, are the words of the pages and their timid lines.
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