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there are no tears in heaven by doorfromheaven, literature

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there are no tears in heaven

ice hung from her face, dangling off her lashes, closing her eyes for eternity. her fingers a bitter ghost that numbs as they glide over the cracks silencing the unspoken screams poised on now frozen lips, panic should be swelling instead of ebbing, skating away, smooth. never would have guessed how comforting the cold would be, a fragile balance so easily broken but serene. a walk on thin ice, chancing life and meeting death.

No Feathers Left to Pull by doorfromheaven, literature

To a Constant Hero by doorfromheaven, literature

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To a Constant Hero

I never needed to believe in heroes unreal; the hero of my life has always been you. you make excuses that the tears are from a movie but I always thought they were true-- but like any superhero, you've met your villain: a monster that stalks from within. you're feeling tired but the burden cannot be taken off as simply as a jacket full of holes that no longer keeps out the cold. but this is a fight you must fight alone-- like all superheroes do (but haven't you always?). always been reassured just by your presence because there was nothing you could not do. all I can say now is that I am here for you. you can let the truth come

The Stray by doorfromheaven, literature

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The Stray

I recall that the weather was sunny –but that may just be memory recalling happy content feelings. The air was warm with springtime cheer and the worlds was once again flourishing with life after a long, snowy winter known to these northern parts; it was nice to get out and about to stretch legs still thawing from trumping in the snow all winter between classes. Kevin and I had also been in the car for over three hours to drive all the way to see our favorite comedian. The big names never come to Northern Maine so we had to travel to New Hampshire to complete one of my lifelong dreams. I do not remember the show in much detail, but I do

creation. by doorfromheaven, literature

My Christmas Wish by doorfromheaven, literature

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My Christmas Wish

Twirling in the warmth of blankets and pillows like the snow just outside my window; arms stretched out to either side, stay where you are and enjoy the ride. In our minds, we can be on a sleigh just find us some horses and be on our way. Snuggled up with cocoa on our laps, when in reality we're just taking a wintery nap. Money's tight but that doesn't mean we can't pretend that a fire place is roaring inside our head, break out the wine that is actually just water, and sit beside me and kiss me just a little bit longer. Turn off all the lights but leave the Christmas ones on, Flip through the channels and find a soft, romantic s

captured in a star by doorfromheaven, literature

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captured in a star

Touch me, she urges, breathlessly, reaching for his hand, pale lighting from the moon sneaking past the curtains and crawling through the room. Her blonde hair is silver, and her eyes are chasms, challenging the depths of the sea. He has never quite known such a need, Where? He is nervous, and his hands have become like aliens, unknown to even their master, clammy and uncertain, they reach out to a destination that seems to be growing further and further away, like a tease who never wants to give. Touch me where the stars reach their limits, she brings her arms over her head, like a standstill dance, but without the gown, bla

my land is your land. by doorfromheaven, literature

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my land is your land.

The world is ours, between waves of beige and flower-print, indentations in the feathery snow refers to history of past encounters whether in peace or in war, the circumstance is always changing. Soft caresses of fingertips, uncover very little information but the anticipation gives more answers to what we want to know instead of hoping to satisfy some need. The voyage is always short but the journey is just beginning. We see what we feel and hear what we want to believe. The world is ours, but only in the moments we do not breathe.

enter drama by doorfromheaven, literature

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enter drama

She shoves him against the door, tears are rolling down her face. Pain in her eyes that he cannot describe lips that once smiled now form a snarl. Nails painted red dig into his skin, fingers twisting to grab a hold of something. He wants to reach and put his arms around her, he wants to reassure her that everything is okay. He should be apologizing but she knows the lies. Right now all her eyes are asking is "why?" She shoves him in an attempt to be strong, but her soul has weakened—no longer does she belong. She pulls away, closes the door, and leaves him there as he falls to the floor. Please come back, but he knows she

curious. by doorfromheaven, literature

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curious.

Am I fool for wishing to know everything that has happened in the past? Can I mark you on my calendar and claim you for a whole entire night? Open your soul to me like a book full of wisdom and mystery-- I am intrigued. The people you miss The people you have loved. The people that broke your heart. The people that have made you cry. I want to know. Who has touched this tender heart that made it grow to perfectly match my soul? The one you shared ice cr

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there are no tears in heaven by doorfromheaven, literature

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No Feathers Left to Pull by doorfromheaven, literature

To a Constant Hero by doorfromheaven, literature

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creation. by doorfromheaven, literature

My Christmas Wish by doorfromheaven, literature

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captured in a star by doorfromheaven, literature

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my land is your land. by doorfromheaven, literature

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my land is your land.

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Epilogue by RedChevelle, literature

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Epilogue

Fear is, at the end of the day, a silly thing. A trivial little coward who says "What if?" to every risk. But what are we without risk? What are we, without taking chances, bringing our fists to the grindstone, our burdens to the crusher? Why, we're nothing. We are simply nothing without those risks. Some people are cowards, who turn tail at the first sign of risk. Some are weak, and give up when the first punishment is dealt. Those who continue, carefully, are pragmatic. I don't fit in with those people very well. Fear, depression, foolish selflessness; those have bound me for nigh on half a decade. Something wasteful occured without me re

The Fall by Mumikansou, literature

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The Fall

In dreaming, a terrible fox forces me to fall from a steep summit, Whence I am caught in loving arms from my treacherous plummet. The sun shines through my open blinds, Yet my eyes are shaded by the dim outline, Of a single sheet of parchment paper, Quivering softly in the morning vapor. Being the first object on which to focus my eyes, I scantily climb to the window to retrieve my prize. I reach out and grasp an arrant limb, To rescue the poor paper on a whim. As I clutch my bounty in the chilly morning air, A brisk breeze sweeps the paper from my care. Without delay, I stretch my body over the windows ledge, Unexpectedly, my ca

Lilacs by pullingcandy, literature

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Lilacs

Stage four lung cancer, they said. Six months, at best. You held on for so long, chemotherapy jovially turning you from a white haired lady in to a wig topped moppet. Vitamin C treatments, pills, sleep. Doctors, hospitals, tears and upset stomachs. To make you feel better, we announced that I was pregnant with your eleventh grandchild, and we hoped to God in Heaven that you would meet her. And you did. You clutched her to you with the fierce passion of somebody who has created a life inside of them and spooned her cake on her first birthday...and a month later you faded away. When the call came, I was sitting on my living room floor. It wa

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To My Future Love by doorfromheaven, literature

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To My Future Love

Hey Future Love, I didn’t know how to start this letter Dear, or hello, couldn’t decide which sound better. I went for the informal because I’m not trying to impress Try to make it laid back so there’s no need to stress. I know I don’t know your name—but someday I hope We’ll meet on the street and no longer be alone. Sometimes I gaze up at the stars and imagine how it will be— Where will it happen? Will you just turn and look at me? Will we discover the meaning of “love at first sight?” Perhaps it will take one or two nights— Laying out under the stars and discovering the myste

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a lover, a fighter, a biter, a writer... I seek adventure and lazy days. The ocean waves match my heart beat and sometimes I crave fish (sushi, to be exact). I'm addicted to coffee, in all shapes and forms, and a good book which features love and suspense in each chapter. I adore poetic lines and can have my breath easily taken away. Terrible with my perception of time, distance, and walls. I work two jobs, go to college full-time, and in love with a man I hope to spend my life with. Each word I write is for him with wishes that it speaks to others who may stumble upon it. I'm average in almost everything except when it comes to my capacity to love. My heart never stops growing (nor does my sense of humor).

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doorfromheaven

Dec 15, 2010

Holiday Chaos...

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First, I would like to thank everyone for at least their kind words and support. I raised a little over 100 dollars to release some of that burden off my parents' shoulders financially this Winter. My dad is still having problems working his ebay business and people are jerks and keep asking for refunds when he says it might be a few days until he can ship things out. I do not understand how urgent people must want things that they cannot wait a couple extra days. If they need something so bad, I do not think relying on ebay in the first place is all that wise. That is just my thoughts, though. We are holding on to the hope that he will get b

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doorfromheaven

Dec 8, 2010

Need Help, will pay with cookies!

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Update: I have raised $80 so far thanks to a generous donation from Kevin's family. But things are getting worse. The doctors are painting a pretty grim picture now -- saying my dad may only have 16 months to live. Things are hard. He cannot keep up with work and people are asking for refunds. My mom in unable to hold a job because she has to drive my dad around for his radiation treatments every single day. He can hardly walk. He's already lost 12 pounds and his appetite. This man has been a hero to me and I want to make sure he has some of the best days of his life. I want to give back all that he has given me. Even if you do not order coo

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doorfromheaven

Nov 25, 2010

Give Thanks, Receive Thanks, Lots of Thanks

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T'is the Season. It comes every year--family, friends, and good yum yums. Though this year seems to be "what store can open before anyone else?" and that is sort of disappointing. Seriously toys r us. 10pm TONIGHT? Ridiculous. Seems like we're getting further and further away from the main reason we have the holidays and it's all commercial. It is sad. What ever happened to family values? Yesterday I helped my mom make homemade cinnamon rolls, pumpkin pie and the cranberry jello mold. Today, turkey, green been casserole, stuffing and mashed potatoes. During today, I am going to watch the parade and bond with my family and love. The way it sh