WillowLeigh13

I'm Addicted to Imagination

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Because You Know You're Wrong by WillowLeigh13, literature

SSS #5 by WillowLeigh13, literature

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SSS #5

A world away from home. Maybe its tall or small, big and loud, or green and quiet.Ware rivers flow and honey grows. Logic has no place here.Just another hindrance it would give us, and that is not aloud here. No stress. No worry. Anything can happen here. ware the imagination runes wild and emotions are free. Free to the glistering yet still water. To reflect upon themselves. To breath and feel.To become beings of there own and to flesh out. to understand to create. then they will come back and surrender for a whole new world. - ^X^

SSS #4 by WillowLeigh13, literature

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SSS #4

Jane loved her new lamp that her mom had given her as a going away present for college.The lamp was purple with glass flowers, and the light bulbs at the center. making them look like star flowers. *Later that evening* "Did Jane enjoy her gift?" "yes, she liked it. will it work?" "will it work? yes it will work keeping her oblivious of her true birth and . . skills" Jane's mother sighed in relief "but" the old woman warned "it will only last for a year." Jane's mother replied "im not worried that's long enough." -^X^

The Dream by WillowLeigh13, literature

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The Dream

Some times you get angry No reason to get angry But it makes you want To scream and cry You feel odd and left Out you feel confused And sad you just want To leave this world behind Then you meet someone like You stressed and done With this life and they Tell you there dream The dream that makes Them keep going This dream makes You cry because the Dream is so beautiful The dream so simple That just the decryption Of its simplicity The peace of it all You just let go The weight on your solders It comes back eventually But that's when you remember The Dream and cry all over again.

SSS #3 by WillowLeigh13, literature

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SSS #3

Sharon looked up at the brick building across from the park. Seance she was a child she had gotten a magical but mysterious feeling from the old beloved building. She would sit for hours at the park staring at it and drawing pictures of what she imagined had happened there. Of the people who have entered it threw the lifetimes. A story for each brick in the structure. She had heard that they now used it for dorm rooms for the local college, but she had not come for that. She had come to say good bye to her secret savior, that old brick building. Then the wind whispered goodbye back. - ^X^

SSS #2 by WillowLeigh13, literature

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SSS #2

The student lunge was crowed that day as Jeff sat down in his normal spot. He had been coming there for months to watch the other people who always seemed to see threw him. He watched them to study them. Always to study, but today was different. Today he was not invisible, although he might as well have been, because today he was a blur. A smudge on the lives of the people he watched. They would look back to day and think that something was off, but something else was also different today. Today Jeff was being watched, watched by some thing he could not see. -^X^

Sam's Story Startes (SSS) #1 by WillowLeigh13, literature

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Sam's Story Startes (SSS) #1

Charlie leaned over the balcony of his new home for the next two months he smell the fresh pink and yellow flowers as he took in the French countryside. It was a good thing his classes were in English he didn't know a lick of French. As much as he like to complain about everything and anything French there was one good thing about the Sun in that part of the globe. It sucked the reality out of everything and replaced it with its fantastical truth. As the sunset blue sparks rose from the horizon and frozen in the night sky. His task had begun. -^X^

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Bonded by WillowLeigh13, literature

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Bonded

I was walking down the hall to seventh period when I saw him. He was tall with a mysterious air about him, and he was caring something by his side. He looked preoccupied with something that seemed unthinkable. The top button of his shirt was unbuttoned and the skin beneath was slightly showing. He was going to his locker and as he did so he smoothly but uninterestedly interacted with the people that he called his friends. His mind still focused on the topic that came before. Then suddenly his gaze swept the hall landing on me. Our eyes locked. His eyes started to glow and unnatural green because his eyes were in fact a quiet curious shade of

Beginning and Ending by WillowLeigh13, literature

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Beginning and Ending

"I am reaching but I fall" Y'all share something after all Javert and Valjean not just talk Both your worlds about to rock But ones just beginning The other is ending One thought separates An act of love or of hate "I'll escape now from that world" So your lives are twisted . . curled Valjean will be a swan While Javert does not go on "That world of Jean Valjean" Both of you dwell on Another chapter of your lives One of you will live the other one will die

Mrs. Staples by WillowLeigh13, literature

Im a poet by WillowLeigh13, literature

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Im a poet

Im a poet And I know it Every night and day I like to rhyme my way Threw life and death Im a poet And I know it Im thinking of Words and ways For the next poem The next day Im a poet And I know it I write poems about night I write them about snow I write them with Things that flow Im a poet And I know it I some times write Them fast as they Come to my mind Im a poet And I know it Some times i like To let people see Just how easy Poetry can be Im a poet And I know it And as a poet I get my ideas from what I see, think and Feel Im a poet And I know it That im one Of a kind that Thees po

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The feelings that Have unfolded Within myself are Worth so much more Than words can say They have swelled To the point that They are so much More So much more than Inspiration So much more than Inhibition So much more than Imagination Much more than Hope and Truth Not even close to Self Discovery No words can say Because it is so much More

The Dreams by WillowLeigh13, literature

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

Oct 13
United States
Deviant for 13 years
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Dec 7, 2013

Sam's Story Starters (SSS) #1

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     Charlie leaned over the balcony of his new home for the next two month. He smelled the fresh pink and yellow flowers as he took in the french country side. It was a good thing that his classes were in English because he didn't know a lick of french. As much as he liked to complain about everything and anything french, there was one good thing about the sun in this part of the globe. It sucked the "reality" out of everything and replaced it with its fantastical truth. as the sun set blue sparks rose from the horizon and froze in the night sky. his task had begone. -^X^