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SmileLike a bright ray of sunshine,
Like a glowing fire,
It makes me happy.
It's a smile.
Snow DaySnowflakes fall and flutter down
dancing before they hit the ground.
What to do, the children know.
They'll make a person out of snow!
Rolling snowballs is how they'll start.
When they're finished, it's a work of art.
Morning and afternoon they play
for nature sent them a snow day.
A GuardianI need a sign
to let me know
your here with me.
That you won't leave
when times get tough,
That you'll stay with me.
I'll need a shoulder to lean on
when the world is crumbling around me.
Promise you'll stay.
I'll need some form of hope.
Dear WorldDear World,
of those names you call me,
how you put me down,
and the pain you give.
It's not fair?
Why focus on me?
I guess it's better this way,
you hurt me, rather than the people I care about.
But, I suppose it doesn't bother you one bit.
I hurts that I'm broken, scarred, and useless.
But I'm tired now.
I have said what I needed to.
I have shed my last tear.
I will soon take my last breath.
You made me who I am, World.
I hope you're happy.
The Light in DarknessThere will always be
But there will always be a light
no matter how small
to look to.
We just have to believe it's there.
Our light has a name.
A VoiceA way of communication
A way of expression
Full of happiness, joy, and laughter
Full of sadness, pain, and suffering
It's a true gift
Use your voice and
My Scars from LifeI feel the scars
on my soul
will never fade away.
The cut are so deep
that they won't ever heal.
The wounds are from battle
with myself and others
And from carrying burdens
I was not meant to carry.
What has the world done to me?
Why has it scarred me this way?
What scars did you contribute?
Here but InvisibleInvisible
That's what I seem to be.
It seems no one knows I even exist.
I'm surprised some people even know my name.
All I hear is "Who's that?"
or "I didn't know she was here."
It seems no one knows I'm here.
It's not like they care.
Thats what I am.
But, I'm here.
I've always been here.
StarsMy father told me something that will forever stay with me,
He told me about the stars.
Each time he told me about the stars,
The story would be different.
The stars would be gigantic flashlights,
Somewhere far away,
Giving light to the people who are lost.
The stars would be angels.
There to protect and guard,
Their loved ones.
The next time,
The stars would be balls of gas,
Burning thousands of light years away.
I laughed at this one.
The last time,
My father told me,
"The stars are me,
So I can watch over you no matter where you go,
Where I am.
Remember, I love you."
That was the last story I got of the stars.
My father died on his death bed,
And every night I look up,
And with a smile say,
How's it like up there?
Hanging with the stars?"
MagicA long time ago, when the world was new,
and longer than anyone can remember
magic existed in the world.
It healed the sick
and didn't cause anything bad.
Magic was for good
and never harmed the people.
Then one day
a sorcerer broken by pain
and an outcast of society
used his magic
to hurt and cause pain.
He killed with his magic,
and made people suffer
in ways that should never be allowed.
The evil sorcerer went across the land
never sparing a soul and making
curses that could never be broken.
Five of the best magicians were shocked
and banded together
to stop his evil reign over the people.
Nothing the good magicians did worked
and they were faced with a final
completely unspeakable action.
The good magicians joined hands,
bound their power together
and used their life force
to stop his ways of evil.
The evil sorcerer fell,
and after that it was decided
that magic should never be used again
in case someone else decided
to use it the way the sorcerer did.
Now because of pain and a bro
Jenga Is a Dangerous Game
Oh, please don't use words like "forever" and "always".
I get a little dizzy when you say them,
And my careful, precarious stack of hopes could fall down at any minute.
Though I don't and do wish you wouldn't,
You build it up, nourish it, make it grow
Each time you are kind to me.
Add a block for every smile.
Cause my heart to fly, my soul to sing;
Make me want to dance with you until the music ends...
But please, don't use words like "forever".
My tower is too tall, and I can't afford
To let it collapse on me, too.
Girl Behind the Make UpMy daughter did my make up today-
She is four and home
From her first day of school;
My blush is of purple lipstick,
But she loves to “make me pretty”,
And my husband cannot help but laugh
Or say we are the prettiest girls
That he has ever seen.
My daughter did my make up today-
She is eight and home
From a fun day at school;
Princess pink lip gloss is smeared
Over my mouth and chin,
The bubble gum flavor all I can sense-
Yet she gets neater with it every day,
And my husband praises her steady hand.
My daughter did my make up today-
She is twelve and home
From a hard day in junior high;
My mascara is purposefully everywhere
As if I have been crying-
I think this is her own therapy,
Her father and I knowing only to smile
And tell her she is beautiful.
My daughter did my make up today-
She is sixteen and home
From another very busy day of high school;
She has me wearing the best shades of red
For my personal complexion-
Her father watches, and I sit still
As we both grin and
WritingWrite a line,
Read it out.
Cross it out.
Think of rhymes,
List them all.
(Get writer's block),
Then watch it fall.
Add a word,
A comma here.
Think it through,
Then change m'dear.
Correct an error,
Now read what's passed.
"It's a process",
The words you say.
Change the object,
and then forget whatever the heck you were going to write.
RainRain pelted the ground, voices echoing around the house in laughter. Two figures ran out of the house jumping from the porch to the street. Screeches of joy sounded from them as the rain poured down.
Stopping to catch their breath, the boy wrapped his arms around the girls waist. Their foreheads pressed neatly together, of the tips of their noses touched.
"Love you." The boy whispered.
Gasping, I jerked up in my bed. The rain roared outside, and shivers racked my body. It was a dream, it was always a dream.
Tears dripped from my eyes onto my cheeks, falling to the bed sheets. Throwing them off, I walked through the same house. The same door, onto the same porch, to look at the same street.
Yet nothing was the same, and while sitting on the sodden porch, I came to the conclusion that it's just not quite the same, running out to feel the rain.
The Stars AboveRunning with the wolves,
I’m losing my soul;
I left my land and found them
Even though I was told
They are dangerous things,
These beasts of the night
From their thick, red fur
And the mesmerizing light
In their brown, puppy eyes.
They stalk the forest
And hide behind oaks,
Not stopping to rest
Until the alpha says so;
The night grows still,
And the world is calm-
That is, at least until
The wolves begin to howl.
Their chant is like a melody,
In sync as all the woods
Cries the same melody.
They turn to the moon
In time to see her shine;
They sing to her
Underneath swaying pines
And howl their love,
Their praise as one-
They wait for her say
Then turn and run
To find her all she requests,
To find all she needs;
She is their Mother
Within the canopy
Of twinkling, howling stars
Which once were wolves
Who fell from her grace,
Fallen, dying wolves
Who returned to the moon.
She takes their souls
And keeps them close;
She prays while she holds
That they will never forget
Their bright, f
ClicheYou don't know my pain...
Oh great. How cliché.
Teenage drama. Procrastination.
It all gets in my way.
Suicide and cyanide.
I just have to run and hide.
Trapped in places with no sun.
"Too tired to fight and yet too scared to run."
I throw out my keys.
Hide my locks.
Shiver and die by the ticking clock.
My notebook is burning.
My games thrown away.
No where to turn, no way to stay.
Sweet blueberries gone,
Fire lights the way.
No where to turn.
Yet still no way to stay.
~Life's a bi*ch.~
I've had my say.
"'You want to go home and rethink your life~'"
'I want to go home and rethink my life~'"
"It goes without saying,"
I say to a tree.
As if the tree listens.
Who cares about me?
First comes you, then comes me.
Then comes that other guy to make a mess of things.
But, wait there's a problem.
He was there first.
No, wait that's not right.
He and I were here first.
You've gone astray!
No, that's not right either.
But, who am I to get in Ever after's way
To My Future Self...I fear you.
With every second that passes, I get closer to becoming you. And it terrifies me. I stand here, in the present, staring into the void of the unknown. Countless ordeals and obstacles await me and I fear I may not overcome them. I have so much before me, so much to face in order to become you.
What if I fail?
The decisions that I've made have not been the best ones. And they're going to make things harder for you. I am so selfish. I only think of myself when I consider my actions and I do what satisfies me, forcing you to struggle and suffer. I am so sorry.
Sometimes I wonder if it is too late. I wonder if I have already destroyed you, along with any chance of you being happy. Sometimes the simple consolation, "Everything's going to be okay," seems impossible and ludicrous...
But sometimes it brings hope.
It's not too late.
I can save you.
There are so many things that I want to do. I am only beginning to find myself, no, creating myself. Th
Seeing StarsI look up a the sky at midnight.
I see a black map
dotted with silver stars
connected with invisible lines
The points form pictures in the sky
I look through the window at midday.
I see the familiar golden orb hanging in the sky
smiling down at me.
It sends warm beams of light down at me
and I smile back.
I watch the sky at different times.
I see different things
but I always see stars.
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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