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The StormDarkness surrounds her
It masks her small tears
It drowns out her sobs
And swallows her shaking body
The bruises now visible
All is revealed to the storm
Thunder crashing like whips
Shakes her house
She covers her head to stop the fear
All is quiet except the small Pitter Patter of the rain on her window
The pound at the door followed by swears and threats
Causes her body to twitch
She stands up
To the open window
The rain not letting up
He crashes through the door
She prays to God one last time
She turns ghost like and smiles at him.
"Beautiful night isn't it?"
The gun shot heard across the city
Her mangled body lay on the sidewalk
All is calm except the silent Pitter patter on her forever closed eyelids
Darkness surrounds her
It masks her last tears
It drowns out last echos of the shot
And swallows her cold lifeless body
The blood from the crime now shown
All is revealed to the storm
Swim with the CurrentShe jumped when she felt the vibrations from the iPhone that hid in her pocket. Half asleep, she pulls it out under the desk, it was her father. "911 come to the hospital now." She knew something was wrong, her father never contacted her. She assumed her mother was hurt, so she got up and left the classroom. As she walked down the hall, she ignored her screaming teacher when he called after her to get back to her seat. She ran out the school, setting off the fire door alarm, to her old beat up mustang. She drove, through pouring rain, to the hospital. She ran inside soaking wet and asked the nursed at the desk what room Vivianne Micent was in. "Room 213, better hurry she wasn't looking too good." Vanessa's eyes got as big as the moon. She ran to room 213 and found her father outside with tears running down his cheeks but when he turned to her, she saw satisfaction in his eyes. She could not understand why.
"What happened?" Through the window her mother laid still as a rock on the white
Perfection Meets FateJoyful Laughter replaced with Screams of Pain
Baby Blue eyes covered by a Dark Crimson
Rosey Cheeks lined with Rivers of Black
Flowing Blonde Hair stringy with Dirt
Perfect Tan Skin gone Pale as Death
A Heart of Gold now Laid to Rest
I WonderWhen I wake up in the morning with a smile on my face
I know its because of you
so I look out my window and i see the sunrise.
I wonder if your seeing it too.
I wonder if you woke up smiling.
They say if you dream about someone it means they miss you.
I wonder if you dreamt about me.
I wonder if I had slept would I have dreamt about you?
I wonder if you know that whenever I'm not with you,
my body aches to be held by you.
My heart beggs to be close to yours.
Whenever I'm not with you I just want to be with you.
I may be falling hard this time.
But I don't care.
Because I know that you'll be at the bottom to catch me.
And I couldn't feel more comfortable falling for you.
TemptationWhen I'm near you...
I don't know what to do.
Your presence stuns me...
It's hard to breath.
You look at me...
I can't control it.
My mind goes insane.
My heart beats out of my chest.
My body begs to be against yours.
Every part of me...
being pulled towards you.
My brain says stop...
My heart says go...
Whenever I'm alone I think of things to say to you.
But there's somethign about you that makes me speechless.
Everything I have to say is fullproof to make you smile.
but your around it gets trappedin my throat
and slips from my mind.
All I can ever feelis my heart beating for you.
You're hypnotizing and all I see is
You and Me...
No one else exists when we are together
As the sunlight turns to shadows...
The birds melodies turn to cricket whispers...
The moon rises up as the stars appear...
The eyes of everyone close for the night...
The minds produce visions of pleasure...
I lay awake thinking of you.
Looking up at the small white sparkles...
Giving them each a reason why I Love You...
I don't fall asleep until I run out of stars.
Blue EyesI see you in my dreams
I see you in my nightmares
I miss your laugh
I miss your smile
I feel so vulnerable
I feel so empty
I won't forget you
I won't forget us
I still have memories
I still have hope
I die inside when I see you
I die inside when you don't see me.
I know you've forgotten about me
I know you've erased me from your past
I have green eyes
I have tears
You have blue eyes
You left me behind
I'm still here
I'm still keeping my promise
Forever and Always
I still Love You.
For my AlexSo it's your birthday the big 1-6.
Your finally old!
Im just kidding
you have grown so much since we were kidos
I've known you since kindergarden...
that's uhmm...1-2-3-4- ahh crap i forgot kindergarden
ok: k-1-2-3-4-5....i give up...
how bout we just go with alotta years ♥♥hehe
you is amazing and super spectacular.
I love hanging out qwith you
because i know i can be myself.
I can be my own dorky
weird self around you
cuz you are super fantastic and
we are so much alike.
and im glad we have stayed close
because i can always rely on you for anything.
I love you mucho
Alexandra Brianna Martinek
Tiffany Brianna Gantz
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.
WallsI build walls to keep things out.
I build walls to keep things in.
I build walls to keep things to myself.
I build walls to avoid questions.
I build walls to avoid judgement.
I build walls to avoid constant Slander.
I build walls to hide my pain.
I build walls to hide my past.
I build walls to hide my emotions.
I build walls to protect myself from the world.
I build walls to make myself seem strong.
But I can't hold up a whole strusture alone.
I become weak.
Everything builds up behind these walls
The walls crumble.
Everything that has been held back is released.
Walls are not easily built.
It takes time to build them up as strong as before.
Even after they are built.
It's not like a bone.
It doesn't grow back stronger.
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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