Blogs about: Audrey Sansona
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8th Bell
“Ring, Ring,” The bell has chimed, Every year it chimed But eight times; The sky turns dark, The winds blow by, Your darkened eyes Have said “goodbye”– The tears she crie… more →
One Pound Bunny
8th Bell
wrote 11 months ago: “Ring, Ring,” The bell has chimed, Every year it chimed But eight times; The sky turns d … more →
The Escape to Sea
wrote 1 year ago: She said, “goodbye.” “Kyle,” She said, “farewell,” As she threw … more →
A Walk Through The Years
wrote 1 year ago: I used to walk through the halls Staring at my feet. Left, Right, Left, Right, Left, Right, Left. Th … more →
To End
wrote 1 year ago: It’s okay to lie Underneath the starry sky With you or me Underneath this apple tree I know it … more →
The Runner Who Runs
wrote 1 year ago: Dedicated to the Seal with a Smile. I sit in my room, Close my eyes for it to come; Imagination. I s … more →
FOR A TURTLE'S FRIENDSHIP
wrote 1 year ago: There once was a boy With the name of Jon. He was quite coy, But also quite brawn. He’d walk w … more →
Another Brother
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wrote 1 year ago: We were only friends, But had a bond that meant more. The closer we were, You were family to me. Ano … more →
Warmth
wrote 1 year ago: When I close my eyes, I sometimes think about you. What you’re doing, and If you’re talk … more →
Lady Neighbor
wrote 1 year ago: Five thirty in the morning. I get up from bed to take a shower. F … more →
Wings
wrote 1 year ago: You’ve clipped my wings Chained me to the ground Hid me into shame Covered me in dirt You … more →
A Watermark
wrote 2 years ago: I hate you. The way you turned me away So coldly, so unkind Even when this feeling lies Mixed with t … more →
32 Minute Nightmare
wrote 2 years ago: 32 Minute Nightmare is a short story about an artist suffering from “art block,” a time … more →
The Barbershop
wrote 2 years ago: Alone and casted away I ran across streets of dark vermilion Past looming buildings brown and black … more →
Waiting
wrote 2 years ago: Waiting, Waiting Emancipating The flames of the golden sun above Waiting, Waiting Extremely hating T … more →
The Roadblock
wrote 3 years ago: It is a brick wall Standing in front of me now There’s no place to turn There’s no place to hide fro … more →
The Day Set For Us
wrote 3 years ago: Thinking. Wondering. What would they give me this day? This special birthday. The day set only for m … more →
The Nightmare of Lilibeth
wrote 1 year ago: This is a story I really love and pretty proud of. Pretty much, this is a story that I worked on my … more →
A Secret Place
wrote 1 year ago: I have a secret garden With no grass or trees, Open air or leaves, Flying birds or bees; It’ll … more →
Little Birdie, Little Birdie
wrote 2 years ago: What do you do When the sky turns blue When the sun has risen above? I hop around the street lights … more →
