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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.
Forgiveness takes twoThe words are struggling
to tumble off my tongue,
and despite having
a fleshy cushion
to rest on,
they stain my teeth
and sting like acid
"I'm sorry," I stutter,
but the bitter taste
doesn't leave my tongue-
not because the words weren't true,
but because I know
I won't hear,
Mommy Is A Super HeroMommy Is A Super Hero
Standing before his class, he held his tiny report,
“Who is your super hero?” Was written in yellow chalk on the green board.
Exhaling his breath, the curly haired boy closed his little eyes,
“Don't be ashamed of yourself” His mother's words rung in his ears, “And don't ever cry.”
He began to read aloud, with a shaky voice.
to his class, he told his mother's story.
At age fifteen, she was a beauty queen,
the most beautiful girl in all of the world.
She flaunted her silky hair, bore her bare legs,
prided her breast. The boys treated her like she was a treasure chest.
They respected her rules, they “looked, but didn't touch”,
but there was one older man, who from her, wanted too much.
All alone he met her, he approached her in the alley,
and all his mother told him, was that this man had treated her badly.
But what the boy didn't know was that she was taken against her will,
and that two months later, she turned up ext
cenotaph of stormsthe first thunderstorm
was triggered by a blunt pair
of scissors, sparking violently
against the lightning,
shaking in the wind.
the downpour pierced,
tattooed with no ink but
the dark bleakness
of an overcast morning,
infiltrating uniformed wrists.
hid behind the music block,
shaky raindrops rioting
fears, she fractured.
the second storm
wept a two year downpour
outline that dripped from wrist
to hip, sidelong silhouette glances
obscured by the rain.
stalictidal waves shuddered
frozen, until icy glass
fell in stained shards from
the stillness inside.
thinner, brittler, growing
in flurries of sleet and hail,
her outline was never filled,
though the floods threatened
the third thunderstorm
was a mist-ridden melancholia,
a dream for permanence
smeared in ink through
fueled by the hope
that just this once,
the rain would spark a
rebirth beneath the ground.
instead, a tsunami
washed away the ink
as tides so often do.
Still HereSuicide is a
Thought that frequently lurks
In my mind, wich
Lets it overcome the
Laughter and happiness
Here I still fight, however
Enduring this sad life
Reviving my hopes
Embracing the gift of life
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.
VI I. Today I am Vanilla tea
on balmy days when the air is still
fresh with the scent of cicadas
and mown grass baked in the sun
clippings stuck to your feet as you
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
She's an artistShe's an artist.
Always seems to be daydreaming,
She draws to escape her pain.
Cause for a single moment,
When her work is done.
It seems like there is no more rain.
And she could finally touch the sun.
The one that shines so brightly in her paintings.
But then it's gone,
So she keeps drawing,
She's become good at escaping.
Running from reality.
Because dreams are the only things she wants,
Her imagination is the only thing she's ever known.
And it's sad really...
Because she tries so hard to be happy.
But the most beautiful thing she could ever create.
Was that smile upon her face,
And that is the one thing that remains blank.
Waiting to someday be something more than,
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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