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ooooooNight was coming quickly, casting a shadow on everything in it's path. A soft breeze rolled by, as if to to warn me that i was alone. The wind began to pick up more and more, causing small tree branches to crackle and bigger ones to screech against the windows.
afraid a branch might break and shatter my kitchen window, i took the gardening sheers and marched outside to cut any dead branches off. The storm on the horizon was evident; if the moisture in the air that clung to my neck and arms weren't enough, the heat and pressure were the only other things that could assure me.
As the first few droplets sprinkled my hair and the tip of my nose, i saw a shape out of the corner of my eye and held back a gasp. The light from the front porch bent around the man, stretching and oblonging his shadow.
prettywhat is left when all you hang onto is a pretty face?
when the world revolves around beauty but the rest of us can't keep up the pace?
It's all lies, skin and bones,
whats left of beauty is forgotten like an ancient picture, carved in stone.
you ARE beautiful, it may not be in the way that the world wants you to be,
but its what you've got so cling to it tightly and never set if free.
Your soul is the most precious thing that this new world doesn't hold dear,
when all girls are driven to starvation, is that when they will reappear?
When will we, ourselves, be enough for the world? When our pores are non existant and our hair is perfectly flat? What if they told you curly hair and big pores were in syle? what would you do about that?
fallingsinking sliding, unable to escape.
theres no way to separate my inevitable fate.
nothing under me, to keep me steady,
no one by my side, waiting and ready.
Tumbling, falling, hurling with speed,
cant take any more of this wanting...this need.
fighting struggling, to keep away from the end
only to find that i'm stuck again.
numbing, death, anything but this
the feeling i get with each and every kiss.
insert title here 2the teacher passed the books out to us, gave us a sheet with four questions on it, then left the classroom saying something about the teachers lounge.
"HI! I'm Sam" the beautiful, colorful girl said, her face animated and happy.
she held her rainbow-gloved hand out for me to shake.
"J-Jason..." i managed to stutter taking her hand.
"Where'd ya move from, Jason?"
my name on her lips made my heart explode again, this time melting it and sending a warm tingle through my body.
"michigan..." i mumbled.
"ooh it must be freezing there! Well Jason say hello to the Texas heat haha you get used to it." She laughed nervously, biting her lip a little on the left side.
"you moved in right next to me, maybe we can hang out some time i'm sure after a few days you'll fit right in here." she assured me.
somehow even when she said it i didn't beleive her.
we got talking about stuff she was interested in, the more she talked, the more i felt like i was going to go insane and kiss
insert title herenew state, new school, new everything...of course my parents picked freshman year to move me across the country from the only place i'd ever known. why me? why now? why HERE? we stepped off the plane into the small airport. i could already feel the heat. from big town michigan to small town texas, i am NOT going to fit in here. an outcast through high school. i'm screwed. effed. pwned. anything but okay. my mom rubbed my arm
"it'll be okay, jason. You will make plenty of friends and we'll still keep in touch with your old ones." she assured me. i knew it was lies. everything would sure as hell not be okay. we walked to the parking lot, our stuff was already at the new house i'd never been to. we drove for 20 minutes, i watched the hills and pastures fly by the window as i settled into a deep sense of self-pity.
i didn't hate my mom, i knew this move was for the best. i just wish it didn't have to be now. we got out of the car, and started for the big, red front door. when it o
scream ch. 4"WE'RE ALL IN THIS TOGETHERRRRRRR!" sang Anna, as loud as she possibly could. she thought watcing musicals would make me feel better, which would have worked, had it not been high school musical.
I heard Jared snickering as he strolled by behind the couch. From that moment on i knew he was to be my enimy in front of Anna, but a friend when she wasn't looking. That night when as i tried to fall asleep, Anna snoring in the bed next to me, all i could think about was him. I tried to push his image out of my head. His perfect dimples, the way his hair moved.
what the hell is wrong with me?!?!?! Snap out of it girl! How can you be thinking about boys when your family was just taken from you!?!!?!?!?
finally i just got up and walked towards the kitchen for a glass of water, fumbling in the dark. I felt my body collide with another and hit the floor, although, there was no noise made.
someone was on top of me, and they whispered "Miya? is that you?"
"yeah, can you ge
scream ch3I picked up the last box, then looked around the room. It was once so formiliar, now it seemed as if it was haunted by the life that used to be so happy there.
My heart raced as i my mind took me back to when i was about 4 years old. I danced and sang with my brother, we spun in circles until we were too dizzy to walk. I watched my small self spin, a warm light over the room, then looked at my brother and tears threatened to spill. I snapped myself back into reality, then I switched off the light as I walked out of the room, closed the door, and continued out of the house. a single tear fell from my eye as i took one last look at my childhood home.
"come on, lets get out of here" said Anna, she rubbed my arm gently and led me to the car. All i had were my possesions and a few things of my family's that i kept. for instance, my mothers wedding dress, the family photo album, my brothers football helmet, and my fathers bible, these things were of the greatest importa
scream ch.2"Miya! What's wrong??? what happened?" Anna tried to ask, shaking me as a whaled and sobbed in agony. I screamed and threw pillows and popcorn at the television set, which caused Anna to look. She too fell to her knees in shock.
she held me as i cried. The phone rang about 20 seconds later.
Anna answered with a "hello?" and then she said "yes, she is aware, we just saw the news" there was a long pause. "no...not there. can she stay with a friend?"
she said "yes we can get the papers" then hung up.
I didn't care what happened to me. I wanted my family.
screamit was supposed to be a normal friday, but that day was the day my life changed. I rode the bus home, as usual, and got home around 3. my best friend anna came over and we were getting ready for a party when i heard the news on the TV. i collapsed onto the floor in tears. they showed pictures on the screen of the three people killed in the accident. my family.
across 3000 miles
of what i used to think would sink me
into some kind of peace
you don't know how this haunts me
ink can't say enough
to rid my head of all the frustration
i'd mold myself cracked 3000 times over
if it meant your hand could finally fit into mine
24 not-poems later1.
it is so hard to be okay
when all i've got are cigarettes
the voices of strangers
and memories of you
it's so hard to be okay
when you hate yourself
for not being okay
all i want is to hear you say
that you love me
so that for five seconds,
i can believe it;
just a few moments
of being alright
i wonder what you would do
with the letters i have written
but never given you
with the truth that i have known
but never told
if i swim
until my arms could no longer
hold me up - you wouldn't
even have a body to say goodbye to
i wonder what you would do
if i wrote right here
that it was you
i wonder what you would think about
and what we have done; the love
that we have destroyed
with our cowardice and our weakness
like a windowsill plant
left out in summer
i wonder what you would think
if the last thing i tol you
was that i loved you
god damn you kissed me hard
when you left
as if you knew it would be the last time
what if it was
the last time
you would never have to catch another moth for m
for granitewhy won't you
sing for me
i'm near you
my love true
seventeen dreamsi couldn't sleep
(i tossed and turned to the swift beat of the setting
she drew picasso canvases on my peeling lips
with her fingertips,
and her ginger breath was on my ear as she
muttered that being with someone so
dangerous made her feel safe.
it was always you, i would tell her,
and she would smirk with her two front teeth
and there were doves and swan feathers falling
in her eyes.
i just wish that when she left me
she would've left a trail of
who i was before behind--
but it's okay now,
because i lit the match she gave me as a birthday present
with the musty inverted cross on the centerfold,
and i burned all of the remaining feathers
you jump i jumpit shouldn't be a crime to want to die
but when it comes to you
i'm so fucking glad it is
you are my checkpointthere could be
-2 different paths staring me down
-4 different winds pushing me eastwestnorthsouth
-100 eager whispers saying yes
-200 hissing whispers saying no
-a beginning unfolding here
-an ending unfolding there
-7 billion stories begging to be told
-a golden angry sun
-a soft dreamy moon
-and all of the singular, infinite stars
and i would still
find my way
home to you.
bad things come in foursi.
there is going to be a time
when you fall in love with someone
you should not fall in love with.
he'll have a startling jaw line and ripped jeans,
black jacket made of real leather,
switching between english and spanish
or english and russian
there's five inhales of whatever was pushed
in front of you
and three cans of cheap beer someone brought,
his hand up your skirt in your best friends bedroom.
your nails will dig into his shoulder blades
next to old scars that have been there longer
than you have.
it won't be romantic when you fight,
rain pouring down, and hell if you were a movie
maybe you'd be making out in it.
instead his eyes are glaring at you,
but he holds you like you're made of glass
and you want to stop fighting.
(you understand now
why parents warn against
the bad-boy stereotype.)
some people think that breakups between total opposites
maybe it's true.
your mum says that she understands,
her knobby fingers clutching your
I Don't Believe in LoveI don't believe in love... Atleast... I don't think I do.
Yet I constantly have to catch myself when I'm thinking about you.
You aren't even mine!
Hopefully this fades with time
'Cause otherwise I'll go insane
Why can't I get you off my mind?
I don't believe in fairy tales or other delusionary fables
Please believe that I'd get over you, if only I were able
I know you're getting angry- believe me, I would too
So, if you could just stop being sweet, I'll try and get over you.
I don't believe in love... Why is that so hard to believe?
Maybe it's because I love you, even though you don't love me.
You make me feel so warm inside
It's kinda strange, but I won't lie
I'd love it if you would be mine
'Cause I think I'll be yours for the rest of my life.
loving armswith arms open wide,
you are always by my side.
from beginning to the end,
you can always be my friend.
love may be a word to 'strong'
as others may say.
but in the end,
who of them, has stayed?
the feelings i feel for you,
are too much to ignore,
you, my dearest love, my only treasure,
are the one, the only one, who i shall ever adore.
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