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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.
hoping for shooting stars
sending a prayer
blowing out candles
puffing out dandelions
watching for ladybugs
jinxing others. . .
the kind of silly things i do
just to wish for being with you.
fought for recovery after i lost myself in battlethey exclaim that one cannot recover on their own.
that it requires an army of family and friends
to find ones way out of that state-of-mind, victorious
so i began to build an army, and begun with you, my first (and last) warrior
i bestowed upon you the means to comprehend and
the capacity to acquire a cure;
but you overlooked the concept
all my strategically placed signs blew away as you stormed by,
stating that i was merely having an internal squabble— while you?
Oh! You were on the front lines of a real war!
To you, and to them, the thoughts that plague.
i failed to mention that this battle was one of disease and infection,
this had embedded its roots deeply within the person
i (oops) forgot to say that it was an epidemic- a plague.
that this battle was fought beneath the surface of your skin,
beneath the surface of your subconscious;
as subtle as a shadow, spreading and spreading and—
you were too concerned with your own disputes and
your own casua
phantasm.though I am but a friend,
I dream of your soft hands
intertwining with mine.
I open my weary eyes,
and the phantasm is over.
please. . .
make this my reality.
he's not beautiful in the way you want him to be halo and horns
he's got hair that's naturally black
with a blonde spot from when he bleached it
and dyed it blue before going back to
his natural color.
it's coarse but it's getting softer
and right now it's cut short
but when his bangs grow out his hair turns
curly and unable to be tamed
which is how i like it because
that's how he is
mask and facepaint
his eyes are a shade of brown that
light up when he's happy into this sort of
gorgeous hazel color reminding me of
stained glass windows or broken beer bottles
shimmering in the sunlight.
his nose is rounded at the tip
and he's got freckles and the occasional pimple
and full lips that i hope our kids inherit
paired with a smile that i sometimes think
is the reason why the ice caps are melting
(he's just so warm).
tail and wings
five inches under six feet tall
and says that he'd die if i get taller than him
his arms are muscled and toned with
shoulders and a collarbone tha
lovely doesn't do you justicethere are people who have been
eroded down to bitter nothingness
when love doesn’t give them
the time of their life
but darling, you are
a special kind of bittersweet
a musky tang i can taste
with my lips on your skin, and
your words in the air
lovely doesn’t do you justice
just like a sunrise isn’t just
a landscape to paint
but you’re the type of girl
who wouldn’t know falling in love
if you scraped your hands
and knees in the process
maybe you could see it, though,
in the way i trace your hipbones
through chunky sweaters
and the sight of me kissing
all your scars goodbye.
The Finest RomanceThy love lives inside of me like a component,
We’re so much alike like exponents,
We did not buy our love, we own it,
I caught you in my catcher’s mitt,
Thy embrace is so tight I have to admit,
But not one I’ll ever omit,
Hopefully the only love I’ll ever have to submit,
For you will be with me forever, so our love, I’ll never forget!
If you’re the ship than I’m the captain who always goes down with thee,
For the day we get married I won’t get cold feet and flee,
For thy art the reason I am able to get down on one knee,
The only one who will hear my plea,
When I ask thou to marry me,
Thine face will light up like the sun hitting the sea,
You know I am honest and sincere, not make believe,
I grew up a long time ago, I’m not a boy who likes to tease,
Because you’re the only woman I want to see!
I hold you with ease,
Give you all of my company,
For you and I together is why I invest my time,
For with thee, I have papers to sign,
ElevateMy mood rises,
As fast as it falls,
Never perfectly in the middle,
Straight into a wall.
I wish it was my destiny,
I wish it was my fate,
I wish to let you lift me up,
A hand full of cards,
That I am forced to fold.
Lift me up above the clouds,
Where the rain can’t touch me,
Take me up to your angelic home,
Where you and I can just be.
I want you to know,
It’s never too late,
I’ll always be here for you,
Together we can Elevate.
I always think of you and me,
The lengths we could go,
The love I have for you,
And its endless flow.
I wish I could get an opportunity,
Just one date,
Then I could show you,
You make my heartbeat Elevate.
Steal you (Blissful Heavens)I don't want the blissful heavens to come
and steal you a way from me. Without you
the air to my lungs don't fill in the
spaces flowers use to grow when you touched
my heart; the acid tears that come rolling
down these cheeks of mines won't have your
benign fingers to wipe away.
Those hazel eyes of yours was a destiny
the stars never had plan upon meeting
my brown eyes furthering meeting my broken,
bend soul that hiding from the pain it
numbed a lot time ago.
the crookeven though the white sunlight
is spilling through the blinds
in perfect parallels across my
it will never match
neither the softness of your touch nor
your hot-chocolate warmth.
yesterday you stole the sky.
I wouldn't have noticed if your eyes
weren't as striking blue as the
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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