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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
Darling, Don't You DareTo the girl who skips dinner,
Because her reflection hurts more than
To the boy who wears sweatshirts
On hot summer days,
Because he doesn’t want his mother to cry over his
To the boy who weeps uncontrollably
Until he falls asleep,
Because it’s the only way to escape into his
To the girl who spends her days in her bedroom,
Because the dark is more peaceful than her
To the child who gets angry,
Because no one understands.
To the teens who self-harm,
To the ones in recovery,
To the ones that just can’t do it anymore…
For the girl who skips meals
And the boy who wears sweatshirts,
For the boy who cries,
The girl who hides,
And the ones who just can’t do it anymore.
You’ve come this far.
Don’t you dare give up on it, now.
I am the daughter of a sailor.There is pure sea water
rushing through my veins
& my vocabulary can be
just as colorful.
how do I begin to tell you
we all have jungles growing
in our chests?-
by human hands?
I like to pretend
it’s Draco residing
in this chest of mine-
clogging my lungs,
I have forgotten
how to write
or anything with a shred
I have no space left within myself
for celestial, fire breathing dragons-
because I realize now
when I look in the mirror,
I do not see my father.
I screamMy scream is loud.
My scream is honest.
My scream is desperate.
My scream is filled with truth.
Why would nobody hear me?
You're Not DepressedDepression isn’t what you think it is.
You’re just sad.
If you and your boyfriend or girlfriend just broke up, you’re not depressed.
If you are longing to be with that one girl or boy, you’re not depressed.
If you really want to meet that one celebrity, you’re not depressed.
If you haven’t gotten a text from any of your friends all day and want to talk to someone, you’re not depressed.
If you cried in the shower last night because you want that guy to be your boyfriend,
Or sat on your bed last night with your face in your hands wanting to be with that one girl,
You’re not depressed.
Until you have hated yourself,
Felt no self-worth,
Felt like you’d never amount to anything
And are useless,
You want to lie in bed all day and do nothing but think,
Think you are never good enough for anyone,
Don’t deserve anyone,
Lost any interest in drawing, writing, reading, singing, etc…
You don’t want to be around anyone, just by
dearly belovedthese days
your name has been slipping
in and out of my rib cage
my heart forgets to beat.
how even after all these months i still
don't want to believe that
you're dead. how during the
first couple of weeks i prayed
to a god i didn't believe in and begged to know
if death tasted sweet to you. how once,
when the monsters in my head
didn't let me sleep, i
wrote you three poems and then
you were a supernova that
lit up my life for
a few radiant moments before,
like all good things in this
you came to an end.
the sinner in me hopes that you have wings now.
but i think that,
most of all,
i hope you no longer
remember what pain
Let me dieGo away
Leave me alone
And let me die
Of this world
I don't want to live
Because there's no light
At the end of this tunnel
So I'll just end my life
Don't try to stop me
And we'll meet again
On the other side
Outside this dark tunnel
I am afraid of monsters like you.Bones and sinew cling
to the part of me
that is not human,
the part of me that
Your lips are ready
to pounce mine when
you lace my neck with
the collar of hope.
It hangs too tightly.
Only GirlsOnly Girls can suffer from weight loss,
can cut and cut until their blood is all gone.
Only girls can cry out their angry emotions,
and watch them pool from their eyes like the raging oceans.
Emotions are qualities reserved for women women only,
without them, what men would bask in their glory.
Only women can abort an unwanted fetus,
when a man mourns his lost child, he's nothing but a bigoted sexist.
Only girls can wear their hair long,
put on cake loads of make up, and twirl their hips to a song.
Strip down in public to your bra and underwear,
only girls will get angry when their objectified by eyes everywhere.
Only girls can swallow the pills,
because boys are never depressed, they only grow ill.
Only a woman can claw at her defenseless husband,
and when he tries to defend himself, he's considered little to nothing.
Cry 'sexual-harassment' in the midst of your workplace,
only girls can get away with this, when nothing was done to them in the first place.
Abuse is impossible if it ha
Wrists.Wrists are not made,
To be cut up by cold blades.
Blood was meant to stay in your veins,
Not to be drained.
From your body,
You're stronger than that,
I know a person can only take,
Until they break.
And you have your doubts,
And when you lay in bed,
The pain is all you think about.
But you're so much more,
Than your heart aches.
So much more,
Than your demons.
Even if you feel,
Like your dying,
And you are through with trying,
Because all you've been doing lately is crying.
I want you to know,
That no, you're not alone.
And you re going to survive.
Please just drop your knife,
Because you're going to,
Make it out alive.
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.
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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