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I Am A GirlI'm just a girl. I'm just a girl who is a bad influence, a bad example, yet finds such hatred in her heart for humanity, for the lack of morals, lack of respect or understanding. I'm just a girl who will never understand this corruption. I am a 15 year old girl who wants to pierce things, who wants to know how it feels to be high, who wants to drink, but not get ruined. I'm a girl who doesn't know how to take a compliment, even though she's secure of herself. I'm a girl who wants braces, because her teeth are her only insecurity, next to her skin. I'm a girl who's hopelessly in love with someone who will only destroy her in the end. I'm a girl who's cried more than enough tears for a lifetime. I'm a girl who's got scars to prove she's been through pain. I'm a girl who keeps secrets that could kill others, I'm a girl who's friends with betrayers. I am a girl who trusts, and trusts too much. I am a girl who cries when animals die, and a girl who laughs when humans get what's coming to th
Chapter 1. 7th GradeDear you,
Honestly, I have no idea where to start. But I have to write you this, and I have to send it. First...well, let's just start from the beginning.
In 7th grade, we met. We started talking in November. Your first words to me ever were "Hey, come sit with your boyfriend!" in the morning, before school, sometime at the end of August or beginning or September, when I was dating your friend Will. When I first heard of you, you were dating my (at the time) new friend Maddie. I remember thinking to myself, "I'll never like him that way."
First word that started this story: 'hi '. Your single message to me, over Facebook, shortly after we became online friends. I had no clue what to think. I was just... indifferent. On that day in November, I didn't know it, but my life was changed.
We talked about so much. Music, jokes, people, problems, feelings, life. Around the
English Project- Christopher SlyI know'st not what I should believe,
For I cannot bring forth memories of this life
Before this new day. I knew I drank
Quite a bit of amber, for I had wallowed deep
In self-disappointment and failure.
But soft; no amount of such a drink
Could intoxicate my mind so,
So that I would fail to remember
A spoiled life such as this one they claim me to possess.
With knowledge I haven't got, perhaps this be a cruel trick
Upon my mind, still caught in a disorienting stupor.
But soft! as I watch this play, full of false countenances
And impostors- I wonder if perhaps I may be one;
For if I truly do not remember this life
I question my sanity, and question the length of my slumber
And if it was so long as they had since claim'd, low notes of concern in their eyne.
Here I do sit, watching with feigned amusement, this play,
In silk and satin, gold and jewels,
Called not by mine own name, but "Lord", "Majesty",
Names I want not be called.
Confusion instills in my mind, the truth of my life;
The Absence Of A LoveWhat good is a day covered in clouds,
Without a sweet love to kiss in the rain?
What good is a night sparkling with stars,
but a moon no more radiant than their smile?
Is there good in their absence at all?
After all, absence does make the heart grow fonder
But the distance can still kill.
It's like a song without a beat-
Won't work, not right, can't do.
Like the gentle sky without its blue,
or the grass without its green,
Like all the world stripped of color,
Along with the joy the color brings.
What good is a life, without a love?
Sure, it is nothing no one truly needs,
Like cool water or air,
But it would never hurt a person
For them to know a love is there.
And as sure as they all dream,
And they have a love so true,
I can promise that same thing;
My simple love for you.
How To LiveLife is something precious,
Something you should treasure.
Life is full of hardships,
But flows on like a vicious wave.
Life always has those moments,
The ones you don't want to end.
With all that life is, how is it lived?
Live like you will never die,
But it all will end tomorrow.
Smile until your face hurts,
And banish all your sorrow.
Love like nothing stops you,
With the whole of your being,
Cherish every memory,
And find light in all you're seeing.
Tell your loved ones how you feel,
Open up your heart,
If you live your life this way,
You'll accept a peaceful part.
The Title Is A MysteryYesterday, I doubted
Today, I just don't know
Tomorrow determines everything
But today, it seems to glow.
A week ago I cried,
Clueless of the world,
Wondering what confusing life
Into which I had been hurled.
A month ago was different,
Sad and full of stress,
Each day from school to home I'd go
And for hours I would rest.
At night when I would wake again,
I'd gaze up at the moon,
With a tears, I'd wish again,
That the light would shine through soon.
Yesterday, I doubted,
And today I just don't know,
Tomorrow, I'll know everything
But today just seems to glow.
To Go TogetherHe promised me forever...
Just me, only me.
I remember that I smiled,
Whispered, "Good, cause I'll love you always."
And he kissed my hair.
Our years went by, and I made a promise
I didn't want to make.
To stay alive, if he went first.
First, I refused, my heart already pained...
"Promise me," I heard him say,
"For I promised you forever and that promise,
It still holds true."
So I wiped a tear away, I grabbed his hand,
And with no promise of happiness, I said,
"I promise... though I'll grow more pained each day."
And he smiled, squeezed my hand, and said, "I'll love you always."
The years of our life went by,
And I begun to notice his pain.
Time and worried time again,
I'd ask if he was okay...
Each time, same answer,
But my concern didn't fade.
One day, towards the end of our life,
We both awoke in the middle of the night.
He took my fragile hand so gently,
And whispered,"It's my time..."
And I began to cry.
With the weakest of whispers, he said,
"Remember your promise...
And that yo
To Lose SomeoneWait until you lose someone,
Their meaning now unknown,
Wait til they are far from you,
And then you'll feel alone.
Wait a month and fourteen days
Let their absence just sink in,
And once it does, you'll realize
Your sorrow soon will win.
You never know just what you have
Until it disappears...
That's why you love them til the end,
Be it days or months or years.
Preserve your heart as best you can
Make your smiles last,
Cause any time something goes wrong,
Death can happen fast,
Wait until you lose your love,
Their true meaning now unknown,
Wait until they leave you here...
And you'll truly feel alone.
Kyra Chapter 2- Encounter The insistent beeping of my alarm didn't wake me in the morning until my mother burst through my bedroom door.
"Get the hell up and turn that off," she half-whined, pressing her fingers to her temples. Hungover. "Get ready for school."
"'Kay," I mumbled into my pillow as she slammed my door shut. I threw my arm behind me and beat my clock until I found the snooze button. The alarm stopped and I allowed myself a few groggy minutes before crawling our of bed and into my bathroom.
My frizzy black hair stuck out in five different directions. I ran a straightener over it until it met my approval, and I brushed mascara onto my lashes until they were dramatic enough for my liking, framing my light brown eyes. I put a bit of concealer on my face, covering the faded red marks on the side of my face that no one needed see, needed ask about.
It's Okay to be ImperfectThe moon
Stand Against SuicideI know the pain is perhaps unbearable,
But darling, please put down the blade.
Release your emotions through tears and smiles,
Rather than dreading these days.
Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,
Or for the boy whose father drank too much.
For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,
Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.
For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,
Thinking, why can’t it all be done?
For the elderly man looking up at the stars,
Counting the days one by one.
Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?
For the ones who feel left on their own.
For the ones who think, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard
If I didn’t feel so left alone.
And finally, do it for one other person,
The person in front of these words.
Because you’ll never know how it gets better
When focusing on pain and hurt.
Live one more day, dear, for them and for you,
And I swear to you, problems will fade.
I know, for right now, it’s p
Unable to loveMy love was pure
I only wanted
But my heart
Because my love
Like a piece of garbage
And now I'm unable
Because the shreds
Of my shattered soul
I Thought I Needed FeminismI thought I needed feminism, when I was a little girl.
And I am very sad to admit, that this wasn't very long ago.
I thought when he held the door open for me, that he was making a big mistake.
That he was being a pompous ass, and he took my strength for a fake.
And when he offered to pay my tab, I still called him an ass.
Because I thought he assumed I was poor, and below middle class.
Or when his hard work earned him a promotion,
yet I did nothing, and the boss' ignorance to promote me, I believed was a sexist notion.
My friend really wanted feminism when she found her ex-dead drunk,
removed his clothes, and without his consent, had a pleasurable fuck.
When her parents bust into the room unexpected that night,
she said he raped her, and he was arrested without so much as a fight.
Perhaps feminism was there when I walked out into the street in pure nudity,
and shouted the my neighbors “You have no right to judge me!”
I didn't care about the children who were standing in th
MathematicsI am but the sum of my
F L A W S;
a network of
S C A R S
a disaster of
D R E A M S
a shield of
B O N E S
C A L C U L A T I O N
a void of
to the girl i lose my words aroundi have been meaning to tell you for years:
i think you’re beautiful. i have
seen nothing on earth that holds a candle
to the ocean you carry inside your body.
it spills over your edges sometimes, like
a rain shower around you, blurring your penciled-in
lines until there is nothing left of you but your natural
cliffs, valleys, and deserts.
i like that.
i have never met someone who is, somehow,
a sea and a storm at the same time.
maybe i never will again.
maybe you are the only one
who gathers clouds on her forehead
like a promise, or feels the push and pull of the tide
with her every step.
you are beautiful, honestly.
you are honest, beautifully.
it is in the way you talk, the way you hold ice
on your tongue but forget to use it—
you always forget to use it, i don’t think
you know how.
to be truthful, i’m afraid of your smile
and how it breaks over me, how it pulls
me like a whirlpool down, how it pushes me
like a current back to the surface. i’m afraid of
DifferentDifferent on the outside,
Different mask you see daily,
Different girl you call ‘Hailey’
To my surprise
Your ears are distracted,
So I tell lies, looking into your eyes,
“Yea I’m fine. Simply tired”
For that response my brain is wired.
Different mouth you hear speaking,
Different voice you hear screaming
Different eyes you see pleading,
Different person you’d befriended
I’m sorry this is how it’s ended.
DimitriWander through the trees,
Stare up at the pale blue sky,
Black branches out like claws.
Find you sitting, crying no tears,
Staring into nothing,
With a silver blade sliding
Across the smooth, pale skin
Of your arm.
Golden eyes wide but unseeing
As the blade cuts.
Blood drips slow but steady
Onto your old striped shirt
And I watch without words
As it seeps in- another stain of pain.
You've returned to your old ways
Your wicked, Dark ways of
Skin torn eyes unmoving and a
Look of pain and terror frozen on
Your sculpted face.
Your wings gone, and you'll no longer
You'll not be one of us again.
You've killed too many
Broken us all.
You were our downfall.
So be lost, keep cutting.
You'll not return to us again.
Heaven closes its gates to you
And we keep your wings locked away.
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