November 2009
18 posts
Thank you, everyone!
I SO appreciate the entries I received for November’s prompt! These are all amazing, passionate, and gorgeous. Congratulations.
Browse around, look at other girls’ art, and enjoy the wonderful things you created to show me something you love about yourself.
Standing Naked at the Mirror
This is the moment in which I am red-haired breathing insecure naked pale tall strong passionate tentative exposed
This is the moment in which I am scared scary laughing glowing slender curved lengthy broken unstable unstoppable
This is the moment in which I am a flower the breeze my heartbeat a melody my words this mirror the full moon my flesh your skin a sunrise
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I walk through the station, clutching my bag close to my body. I wipe my nose on the edge of my sleeve; it’s colder than it should be for a November this year. I board the tram and take a seat near the window, watching trees burst through long stretches of concrete tunnel. The ride always reminds me of it; the melodic drawling, “I always get lost when I leave the village, so I couldn’t come meet...
When I was little I used to hate my red hair, but now I love it. I get so much attention from it and that is really cool. It makes me feel different and I like that. If I had to stick in with the norm I would be the most unhappy person ever.
Savannah Conroy
When you caught me in the garden, I do confess that I was waiting for you with my little wicker basket full of enigmas and wax Madonna’s When you caught me in the garden, the moon was just a sickle-shaped child, and its little beams crushed my heart with the force of yawning giants and looming folklore When you caught me in the garden, my lips were coated with velvet lies and thousand-year-old...
I love my hair. Or rather, I love my lack of hair. My hair is short, shorter then most of the boys I know. It leaves my neck and my ears and my face open for all sorts of scrutiny. But nobody else has hair like mine. It makes me different, it makes me unique. And, if I do say so myself, it’s pretty damn attractive as well. I stand out, and for once I’m glad for it. It gives me a definition of who...
I know that I am beautiful But sometimes I need help remembering. Like that my hair is beautiful Because it’s shiny like copper And soft like bunny fur And frames my face perfectly.
I know that I am beautiful But sometimes I need help remembering. Like that my eyes are beautiful Because they turn brown when I wear red And burn green when I cry And glitter when I’m happy. I know that I am...
