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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
When you lose a best friendWhen we said friends forever and
crossed pinkies like grade-schoolers,
I could only believe those words
lodged in your heart
like they did mine
because every time I think back
I can't help but remember the
under star lit constellations,
and study sessions where we
learned more about each other
than we did Biology
but now it's clear
that each beat of your heart
has made those words fade,
and you could care less
about crossed pinkies
but I'll still see you,
and hear your voice
and I'll still wish
the meaning hadn't changed-
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,
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,
At peace within this tranquil garden,
I picture the moments where I've made you smile.
Those times are endlessly precious to me,
I think they're worth the while.
They're worth the time I've spent with you,
Even if it wasn't long.
I only wish I'd spent a little more,
Before our love was gone.
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
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
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.
smotherher spine was dusk
and unmade nests,
but he tried to live there
he was neither nocturnal
nor a dawn-believer,
so he suffocated
in the birdhouse of her ribs.
between my vertebrae, you are (cemeterial)oh, these writers never speak; they
claw words out of bird carcasses,
poets pecking viscera like necropolitans.
they count their ribs to remind you
of a corpse or of a matchstick. dry bones
between fissured wrists & funeral pyres,
these have been dying days &
they're all mortuaries.
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.
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