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• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Moth, I Shall Be

  

  By JackieH, Philadelphia, PA

  Why is it that when I see purple I automatically associate it with NYU instead of Barney or whatever freshman associate it with? I would say it’s because I’m an overachiever who can’t help herself when she gets reminded of leaving her home and her family to go to college. Others would argue it...
• Opinion > Current Events / Politics
  False Hope

  

  By JackieH, Philadelphia, PA

  I'm sick. No, I'm angry. Oh, who gives a damn, I just want it to stop! 'Oh, I totally think you'll marry Justin Bieber.' Well, guess what Mrs. BieberFever, YOU WON'T. Here's my favorite, 'I see it now, you on a Broadway stage right next to Idina Menzel and Kri...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  Inevitable

  

  By JackieH, Philadelphia, PA

  I miss him. I miss him like hell. I miss feeling guilty for letting him piss me off when he was in his condition. Cancer swallowed him whole and thought him as good as i did, keeping him a nutrient. The Grim Reaper, a Hungry Hungry Hippo, saw him as just another colorful ball. One point- Death. Zero...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Sebastian

  

  By JackieH, Philadelphia, PA

  "You won't believe what your brother did. I absolutely love him!" "Sebastian pretty much owns the school." "Sebastian won the school another award. Amazing, just amazing." Yep, he's amazing alright. He gets straight A's, he's hilarious, he has...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  To Mom and Dad

  

  By JackieH, Philadelphia, PA

  Out of all the couples In the whole wide world You were the one's Blessed with this little girl. You held her close. Were proud she was your own. Put food on her plate And a cozy, warm home. She yells and she fights. Says "You've done nothing for me!" But you once l...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Oh, To Write.

  

  By JackieH, Philadelphia, PA

  Writing is an escape. A place where I can go. If you have a sanctuary Then you already know. Poems are the shoulder On a highway of hurt. A change to picnic In the grass and the dirt. Stories are seeing the sun After being kept in the dark, Finding your lost dog And hearing his bark. Rea...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Spirits

  

  By JackieH, Philadelphia, PA

  Sometimes I feel spirits Drifting around me. My grandparents. Or perhaps not even family. They don't scare me. They don't even give me chills. I wish I could touch them Just to see how nothing feels. They're so full of life. Yet so empty. Nothing there. How come being de...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Eight Hours

  

  By JackieH, Philadelphia, PA

  Eight Hours. Do I count them in my sleep? Eight Hours Of memories I so rarely keep. I drift off. I die for half the night. I drift off Under the protection of my night-light. A dream. Sometimes beautiful and full of laughs. A dream. Sometimes full of walking down all the wrong paths. ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Timmy

  

  By JackieH, Philadelphia, PA

  You look so happy. Your smile reaches your eyes. Cancer stole you away To no one's surprise. People never could have guessed You were soon to be deceased. Strangely happy and loving For someone so diseased. Cancer had brought a side I'd never seen before. A side I loved so mu...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Breaking Down

  

  By JackieH, Philadelphia, PA

  Deliver me to that feeling. Deliver me to that lovely emptiness. Deliver me to my home. Deliver me to musical wilderness. Oh how the sound changes me. Oh how it makes me want to burst. Oh how it makes me feel blessed. Oh how it makes me feel cursed. I'm over-whelmed by the combinati...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Life As A Student (Robot)

  

  By JackieH, Philadelphia, PA

  We are robots. We memorize words with no meaning. We speak in only terms While they teach in tongues And we recite in monotone. When to put our educations to use? When to test our abilities If not on paper? A student is a computer And a wrong answer's just a glitch....
• Reviews > Movie Reviews
  The Sixth Sense

  

  By JackieH, Philadelphia, PA

  Dr. Malcolm Crowe is a children’s psychologist who gets shot by one of his old patients because he didn’t help him. His new patient, a little boy named Cole, reminds him of the old patient because they have the same problem. Though treating Cole puts a strain on his marriage he continues to trea...
• Reviews > TV show reviews
  Glee: Season Three

  

  By JackieH, Philadelphia, PA

  Glee is a television show focused on a high school’s show choir. The shows astounding music covers and charismatic characters won the hearts of many teenage girls and boys across the nation within its first season. Things have been swiftly changing with the show. The first season was focused on th...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Dancing

  

  By JackieH, Philadelphia, PA

  I make lots of noise when I dance but I do it anyways. I strum my air guitar, like I'm Joan Jett from The Runaways. I stomp my feet on the floor. Dogs bark underneath. I have to admit, My moves you wouldn't believe. The sound is louder than the city. Headphones vibrate in my ears....
• Poetry > Free Verse
  B.S. Dispenser

  

  By JackieH, Philadelphia, PA

  Your heart's not broken. If it was you would die. So shut your face. You're not all alone. Google your state's population. You're not a hopeless case. You're just being a girl. And that's understandable Considering your gender. But don't be cliche. It...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Despite

  

  By JackieH, Philadelphia, PA

  We've been through a lot But it doesn't seem to change The friendship we've got. When we're put on the spot We stay put till we're not. We've made up our minds That we're two different kinds Of people and sometimes The world tries to change that. So where ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Animal Pen

  

  By JackieH, Philadelphia, PA

  My pen is a rose. No joke, it's zebra print. The petals are blue and pink With a greenish tint. It fits well in my hand And writes in red ink. Of course, it can't erase, But it writes down what i think. I made it with duct tape. In fact, I made a few. But the weight at the top M...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Amplify This

  

  By JackieH, Philadelphia, PA

  Music fills my ears And swallows me whole. Songs I've known for years That still take their toll. Weezer, Black Keys, The Doors, and Kurt Cobain Fulfills all my needs And over-powers the pain. Piano and drums Combine in perfection. All other feelings numb And I focus my attention...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  This Itch

  

  By JackieH, Philadelphia, PA

  My throats dry. It's an itch I can't scratch. The feelings resilient. I've finally met my match. Until I clear it And the itch is long forgotten. Swallowed in normality. This victory is rotten. Water is a cure. Maybe a honey lemon Halls. I shall not find defeat In my sc...
• Fiction > Romance
  A Very Fickle Romance

  

  By JackieH, Philadelphia, PA

  When my sister-in-law smiled her sparkling white smile, her lips curling at the ends to reveal the pearls she called teeth, there was no way I could say no. It was simple. She wanted her and my brothers triumphant love story recorded and she though I was the woman for the job. Challenge accepted. It...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  The Fight

  

  By JackieH, Philadelphia, PA

  I lost my cool and got in trouble. And that's perfectly fine. Two days suspension? The pleasure is mine. You're disappointed, I get it. You don't have to say it twice. The first time was enough! I won't get in any more fights. Anger and scratches Are what I deal with now...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Personify Me

  

  By JackieH, Philadelphia, PA

  There's something about how attached I am to things that scares me. Like my CD's and posters whisper, 'never let go, Jackie.' And when I try their tear-filled eyes croak out, 'I thought you loved me?' And I feel bad leaving them lonely. For a day or so they were my...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Senses

  

  By JackieH, Philadelphia, PA

  I like the rain. Sometimes I close my eyes and let the sensations intensify around me. Everything seems better, When your lids are shut and you will yourself not to see. I hear a pitter-patter. On my shoe, in a puddle, on the glass of a near-by window. A drop falls in my hair, It slides down ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Writer's Block

  

  By JackieH, Philadelphia, PA

  Boredom struck me so I sat. The plush materials of my polka-dotted pj's were compressed by the pink chair's plastic. I opened my binder and clicked the pen. I thought to myself, like I do before writing anything, It'll be fantastic. So I pondered, biting the end of the pen. How d...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Religion At It's Finest!

  

  By JackieH, Philadelphia, PA

  Who knew it was true? O, what these words can do! Written above these lines of blue, For a non-believer like you. Do you not love The Man above? Have you 'had enough' With the religious man's bluff? Well, I've got something to say. Why don't you just pray? Ask ...