November 5th, 2013 | 92 Entries

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92 Entries for “border”

  1. A border is an edge; a separation. It defines what is in and what is out; the haves and the have nots. Whether intangible or physical, borders feel very real. There are many borders in society; income groups, social classes, religious affiliations, genders, all these things create clear separations.

    By Mrs. Heglar on 11.06.2013

  2. You were unsoberly proud to arrive at your limit’s end
    There couldn’t be long term effects, this is just pretend.
    The excitement of the moment drove you over
    Now you cannot return what was stolen.

    It wasn’t yours to give recklessly, dear
    All he said about your heart “heck, let’s leave it here.”
    There is a reason purity asks to wait for a certain time
    Your life is not your own, it belongs to the Divine.

    By Crave A. Cadence on 11.06.2013

  3. The fence tore a hole in my nice new shirt, leaving a small red trace of someone else’s blood on it as I hopped over and braced myself for landing. My mother on the other side waved solemnly, but I knew she smiled as I ran out into the open desert landscape. I’d always wanted to learn a new culture, a new people, and Mexico’s fiery passion was perfect, though first I had to evade their fiery and passionate police officers chasing me.

    By Samantha on 11.06.2013

  4. how strange that we are in a place
    where our lips can touch
    but our bodies can’t

    By h. b. on 11.06.2013

  5. The snow made the sky look an orange hue. Back and forth between the library and the single bedroom dormitory, listening to the opening jangle of Richard & Linda Thompson’s “When I Get to the Border”. December, 2008.

    By asavas on 11.06.2013

  6. She ran with all her might for the border, and the men were chasing her with guns. As she ran she knew her life was ending, but she didn’t care, she knew freedom was on the other side.

    By marylou wynegar URL on 11.06.2013

  7. Hello? Who are you? You’re just standing there–at the border between love and hate. Cross the fence. Come over here. What are you doing? Graffiti king? Graffiti hate king? No. You’ll see. You’ll see–one day, it will all be about love, and you’ll walk with the rest of us.

    By Kayla Pongrac on 11.06.2013

  8. After we crossed the border, I realized we did not yet feel free. I kept looking over my shoulder, sure that they would be following. “What are you worried about?” she said. “It’s over. We’re here. They can’t touch us.” I woul

    By cgreg on 11.06.2013

  9. Stepping over an invisible, intangible line seemed so ridiculous now that she had done it. Why was it that something she couldn’t even see was the key to her freedom. All of that work, risking her life to cross over to a new section on a map that was drawn ages ago from some old man’s imagination. What a load of crap

    By Elise URL on 11.06.2013

  10. border tensions between india and pakistan continue with pakistan flaunting the cease fire on so many occassions

    By anand on 11.06.2013

  11. South of the border is the place to go off I95 in South Carolina. It has cool and tacky Mexican fare. I wouldn’t spend the night, but it’s fin to visist.

    By me on 11.06.2013

  12. It was the border control in France that finally got to me. Horrible and stinky and foreign, it was. Two thousand, or maybe even more, people were pushing me this way and that, talking in their passionate, crazed language of love. A british man like me could not compete, now could he?

    By Mawa Mahima on 11.06.2013