Squirrelmick

• Last seen on Nov 20 9:01 AM 2007. Member since March 22, 2007.
• I am a 17 year old person
• I have 1 comment, 294 poems, 24 stories

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• Meeting Her at storywrite
  He met her in a small bar on the backstreets of Brooklyn. To be completely accurate, she was actually standing outside the bar when he tried to enter it, but since they shortly moved inside, he only recalls them meeting there
• Down the River at storywrite
  After death there is me. This was decided a long time ago – an immutable truth, set in stone to emphasise its hard, cold permanence. I am part of the establishment, a link in the chain. The chain is like all chains: a heavy,
• Attached at storywrite
  You smile, and they all fall in love with you. They place you on the side of the bed where the sun bathes itself, with light draped across you like a blanket, and your beautiful little grin glows in the midst of it. You’re li

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• on Mirror by Sylvia Plath, on September 26, 2007

  I really love those last two lines - what a powerful image and a unique way of looking at the journey of life and the aging process. Plath's imagery is brilliant.