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• How I'll forget - by Breanne Elizabeth Agnew

  I'll sit my glasses where they belong, sit where I am told, put my hands where they mold around my face and just let everything go for a while. I'll stop writing my stories, sing in silence, my songs, place my trumpet in it's case, and just forget my imagination at home. I'll gorge on the healthy foods, slice the veggies into strips pick out the bad peices of lettuce and just eat my heart out. I'll be normal stop texting you as much as my hands will let me, play with the children and just go about life. I'll…  Read Full Story »

• Here it is. - by Breanne Elizabeth Agnew

  Dance in a bout of rain as the sun rises and lightning strikes you down from your stand on politics. Find a man that you want, someone you'll spend the rest of your life with, take him, and screw with his life. I read that diary, so don't deny your take on life. Don't look at me like I'm stupid 'cause I have much more maturity and deal with more then you think I do. Grow up, be the woman I thought you were. Befriend the ones in your life you thought you'd have for the rest of your existince.  Read Full Story »

• Molly - by Breanne Elizabeth Agnew

  Molly was stuck in bed for days. Not the flu, not a cold. No one knew what was wrong. She was in the middle of one of her sneezing fits, spring always brought allergies. Allergies and whatever she had put together was not fun in the least. Her mother had called in a doctor for a house call but he couldn’t be there for two more days. Two more days of pure agony. She couldn’t move, couldn’t concentrate, couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat; the list was endless. ‘Mum, I need a doctor now!’ her mom didn’t really care. She had four…  Read Full Story »

• Kazoozle - by Breanne Elizabeth Agnew

  Hey baby, If things could go back to the way they were before, How they stood before, Then maybe I wouldn’t be this crazy, Absolutely aberrant abstract fool that can’t tell up from left or right from down Or anyway around. I’m braking on green, and going on red. Playing songs upside down Putting the bread on the inside and the cheese on the out. See, I’ll say words I just made up And expect you to know exactly what I mean When I say kazoozle I really mean “over the moon” And I can’t believe that you’d have the…  Read Full Story »

• Kiss Me Not - by Breanne Elizabeth Agnew

  lies structure my life in pieces. he’s her,she’s him it’s time to face the light ahead not the darkness behind piercing red. hear music of a new player nothing colors are drugs, before we know drugs. they take us on magical journeys yellow we go to the sun blue to the sea new colors new adventures and blow away the old. embrace colors face red eat green puke pink nice face embark on a new color life is living living day to day days are hours hours are made of seconds seconds renewed every second.  Read Full Story »

• The Trailer - by Breanne Elizabeth Agnew

  This visible, ultraviolet image, Beyond irrelevant. Over and over the story is the same. The man is flushed with the glory of his victory With people who experience spirits or ghosts There are lose papers which form a triangle but With our toxic planet, we must green the law Have a cash crunch, Stop wasting that paper. Her head was back and mouth open Screaming to bring thy people to life. Her head bears the eyes. You know… poltergeist.  Read Full Story »

• Blizzard Warning - by Breanne Elizabeth Agnew

  After being trapped in the mansion for three days, Carla’s Christmas wasn’t looking so merry. The staff was getting irritable and not caring to the guests needs as they should. Her grandmother had recently passed away so now she, her parents, and her brother were snowed in in Montana. “Mom, this isn’t Christmas. We’d go to Grammy’s house with the whole family to enjoy the holidays; here we’re just one of four random families, sharing meals with people we don’t know.” “I know them fairly well now, Barbra has a son who’s serving overseas, and George lost his wife four…  Read Full Story »