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Her Worst Fears By Mik Tampold

October 22, 2012 | Yvcanthology | Comments (0)

A man came to my door today

At first, his intention was unknown

But I wanted to get away from him before it could be shown

His hair was singed and smoking, blackened at the tips

His smile could’ve been contagious

If it weren’t for the sinister curvature of his lips

His tuxedo was the farthest it could’ve been from plain

And his skin must’ve been as white as cocaine

 

His bouquet was of black roses, their smell all-consuming

He grabbed me by the hand while I looked upon those flowers blooming

“You’re such a pretty thing, my dear, with your face as white as a sheet,”

“Come with me, and your afterlife will be complete.”

THANK YOU EYAG MEMBERS FOR INSTANT ANTHOLOGY 2012!

October 13, 2012 | Yvcanthology | Comments (0)

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Twilight of the American Idols | Eric Tweel

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Poem Twilight of the American Idols Eric Tweel

Untitled | Tanya Estrin

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POEM untitled tanya estrin

We are done apologizing. We have nothing to apologize for. | Bradon Yamomoto

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Prose We are done pologizing. We hve nothing to apologize for. Bradon Yamomoto

Cloud Watching | Miranda Lynn

October 13, 2012 | Yvcanthology | Comments (0)

To me the clouds are angels

Their mantles white and gray

The forms of hawks and dragons

Dance about in play

The sky was to me a celestial sea

Awash in winged creations.

These visions here are all set free

By our imaginations.

Instant Anthology | Mikayla Johnson

October 13, 2012 | Yvcanthology | Comments (0)

She had all the beauty and brains in the world; she was talented.

She was beautiful, black and intelligent.

When she walked into the room her presence glowed throughout it like the sun rising in the morning.

When she spoke to anyone she would hit a spark within them like fireworks in the night sky.

She was captivating, and although she smiled something was missing.

Inconsistency was her worst enemy.

He attacked her whenever he got a chance. He seemed to strike her at the highest points in of her life.

She was would present amazing pieces and the applause from the crowd, roared like a lion in the safari/

After she would try to produce new pieces but inconsistency came and attacked her. The word inconsistent has been used to censor domestic violence.

Inconsistency is him. He is her. He is anyone who tried to stop anyone from being close to perfection.

Inconsistent is defined as  ”not the same throughout.”

This is very much what domestic violence will do to people.

She was brilliant and beautiful, but now she is revealed naked and uncovered from her past.

She is now exposed from her tragedy and can no longer hide from her terrible past, named inconsistency.

Silence is not an option. Stop domestic violence. 

Exterminate! Allons-y! | Samantha, Oriena & Becky

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ART Exterminate! Allons-y! by Samantha, Oriena, Becky

Untitled | Aakriti Kapoor

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ART untitled by Aakriti Kapoor

Instant. Anthology. | TJ

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ART Instant. Anthology. by TJ

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