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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.
How to be Populardon’t talk
go to parties
listen to friends
go with the flow
drink some more
don’t let them see the tears
as you cry yourself to sleep
for the most important thing
is to be popular
i'm not going to lie and say she was perfect.her skin was spotted with what she passed off as freckles,
but what were really scars from a thousand summer suns
as she ran about outside,
climbing trees and treading rivers,
pretending to be an american bomber
in the midst of WWII.
she kept crimson stains on pearl pink lips,
which always had the habit of getting on her teeth
because she put on make-up after dressing in her car
and ordering coffee in every way she hated it
as she drove to the record store three times a day,
ignoring her job downtown.
she owned four and a half hairbrushes exactly,
i took count on the first night i stepped into that whirl-wind room,
though her lopsided up-dos of messy blonde hair revealed just how much her fingers
never broke the dust.
she had these lovely fragile hands
that showed each and every vein and bone,
the type of hands made for tearing boys like me apart.
how could i have even expected to survive,
a paper poet
held against a reckless flame?
Panic attackIt hits me like a wave,
These thoughts of fear and regret.
They swarm all around me,
Trapping me inside my own head.
Pretty soon, I am suffocating,
Please someone save me!
My heart beat races,
As does the thoughts that pick up the pace.
Of sending me memories I've kept and buried so long inside.
They've come back to haunt me tonight.
And as soon as it came,
It was gone,
Leaving me here.
And what was left of me,
The sound of silenceThe sound of silence,
Is so deafening,
That it makes my ears ring,
With the cacophony of my own insanity.
Being afraid to speakThe unpleasantries of past events
Were driven by the voices of contempt
Leaving me breathless
To that effect, I was left senseless
And when I laid under the covers
As I tried to warm myself from the cold stares
I shiver, as my skin turned white
By the solace of silence
But, as I overcame their sadness
I learned to embrace the cold
Until I was able to give warmth to others
DNAyou are content
because every day
you have the opportunity to
hug both sets of your DNA.
however, i am not content.
half of me is missing
and the other half
is hardly ever here.
Ideationlocked in a room
with only one escape,
or so it seems.
your hands shake and you drop the key.
Suddenly you're unsure.
Do I want to pick it up?
Do I want to find it?
Do I want to leave?
you think to yourself
there's no other choice.
find the key or corrode, or rust
wear down the hinge
use sadness as the key.
You have the answer now.
Just open the door.
Just walk outside and don't look back.
Let yourself leave with no regrets.
And yet you can't.
You're afraid, you think,
but you are actually strong.
Don't run away.
Don't take that leap.
my bedspread is white and so is my coffin.i can feel
the night closing
the stars are breaking
empty glass bottles
inside of my
mouth, and they taste like
ambien. bitter, then
but you still can't close your fucking eyes
little blue pills for
eyes– it was winter and i
dreams of nothing more than
nothing. the devil
tied chains around all the
vessels in my
body. laughed, and by god i
laughed too (and laughedandlaughedandlaughed).
this will all be over soon i swear i will take everything off your skin and bones and burn it up
and then january took the world
in it's grip and i
drowned in the snow that
will never hydrate the
can you hear that it's the night and it's so beautiful so come here darling and we'll watch the sun rise and set and rise and
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.
The BeginningHe told them, of course. He told those idiots everything, the whole damn story, including the blunder he'd made, and its consequences. Looking back on it later, he realized he had probably been in shock the whole time. It made sense, anyone would have been.
Soph was about twenty years old, and he'd been that way for a couple of years already, ever since the Hoarde had started attacking humanity from the past. Every day that passed, they ate at another day in the past. It sickened him. Those creatures had absolutely no regard for proper time and causality protocols.
It didn't seem to affect anyone else that way, though.
The Hoarde was the result of a human creation, of course, like everything bad in the world, though no one else knew about them. Then again, no one else had undiluted access to the power of creation. Even he didn't know much about the Hoarde, only that they appeared through some tear in The Fabric of The World and started killing people off. They appeared at some point in
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