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When emptiness fills every crevice of my body, and I am stuck in my mind, replaying all the wrongs and "should have saids" that make up this world, I close my eyes and escape to a place where fear and regret do not exist. The street lamps smile down on me, and I dance with the wind. We tw... - Poetry > Free VerseMy life is a lump of clay. It can stay a grey blob, or I can work hard and create something beautiful. I am the artist of my future. What I mold is up to me, and I plan to produce something meritorious....
- Poetry > Free VerseMelancholy misfits trudge through the door. Their hands on their books, their eyes on the floor. Bracing themselves for what's in store. Here come the comments: ugly, emo, w****. Feeling their hearts grow heavy and sore. Every day was a cold, bloody war. Until someone stood up and said &q...
- Poetry > LimerickSummer was so very near, And now it's finally here. We'll hang and have fun Until summer is done. Oh, that day I fear!...
- Nonfiction > HeroesRespectful tears were wept as the tiny casket made its way into the ground. Confusion, anger, and sorrow lay heavy on the heart of random mourners who watched the baby, unknown and inhumanely handled, be placed in the cold earth. The mystery boy, stranger to all yet loved by so many, was found insid...
- Poetry > HaikuStronger than before. Look at me; I'm triumphant. I made it alive. Thinking to myself, "Middle school is my life's end." But now here I stand. Back at the bottom, But only four years to go. High school here I come. Stronger than before, Thanks to all the great tea...
- Poetry > Free VerseOne day God made an angel. And put her on earth for me. He gave her a heart of gold, A heart that needed no key. The angel makes me laugh. The angel taught me to love. Every night I thank God, For this woman from above. The angel holds my hand. She holds my secrets too. The angel wipes...
- Hot Topics > All Hot TopicsLife is given for a reason. Nobody really knows exactly why we're here, but it's nice to believe we serve some purpose. To me, life is a gift and we should live it to its fullest. When waters get rough and I feel lost, I like to think of life as a sentence. I could easily end it, or I coul...
- Poetry > Free VerseI sit here smiling, But I'm crying inside. I'd ask for help, but I can't swallow my pride. I just keep it locked up. I just store it away. It's not like it matters what I have to say. Silence is Golden, I learned long ago. It's better to hide, than to let emot...
- Poetry > Free VerseTears on my cheeks, You’re gone. Is this a dream? No, you’re really gone. You left me to live on this cold, dark, unforgiving planet. You left me to live, But you’ve already killed me inside. I look at the sky and my heart aches. “Please come home…” I whisper to the wind. The ...
- Poetry > Free VerseSwimming, struggling to keep above the waves crashing heavily into my body. I'm so weak, so tired of fighting the inevitable. My head starts to go under and I kick my burning legs faster, begging them to hold me up. My lungs fill with the salty water and I cough and sputter. Still, the water ri...
- Nonfiction > Personal ExperienceI never really understood how anyone could sing loud and proud at church. I never got how people were brave enough to tell all their friends, believers or not, about God. I never understood. That is, until I accepted Him for myself. There is this feeling, this warm, happy sensation when he enter...
- Poetry > Free VerseWhen grass isn't green and trees don't grow, When the moon loses its soft, pale glow, When the stars no longer shimmer and shine, When two points can't form a line. Well that's the day. The day I'll stop loving you. When snow becomes warm and the sun doesn't ris...
- Nonfiction > HeroesMy eyes were locked on the floor ahead of me. Eye contact was to be avoided. If they looked at my face, they'd be able to tell. They'd see all my troubles. They'd see my lies. Do not look up. Do not open up. This was an everyday thing. The avoidance, the hiding. It was mechanical;...
- Nonfiction > HeroesImagine everything you've ever known, every piece of normal, being ripped away from you. Imagine being told that something you took for granted for ten years is suddenly gone. No goodbyes and no warning. Imagine the pain you feel when the words sink in. "Your daddy is dead." It was Ju...
- Hot Topics > BullyingSome are a little rough, a little torn and bruised. Others are battered, bloody, and used. Some are big, compassionate, and kind. Some are dark and lost and blind. Some are guided on a path of hope. Some are falling down a jagged edge slope. Some are waiting and hoping for love. Some are wishing o...
- Poetry > Free VerseForever and always, You'll be my dad. Forever and always, I'll miss what I had. Forever and always, I'll be a little chipped Forever and always, I'll be somewhat tattered and ripped. Forever and always, You'll be in my heart. Forever and a...
- Hot Topics > EnvironmentDear Weeping Willow, Please don't cry! I shall nurture you. I'll be your protector, guarding you from life's careless people. No speck of trash, nor poisonous chemical will destroy your strong and beautiful self. No man will be allowed to cut you down for paper or fire wood. You wi...
- Hot Topics > BullyingYou, with your ice cold heart, beat me down. What you don't know is that so do my parents. You, with the pernicious smile, laugh at my expense. What you don't know is that you show more interest than my family does. You, with your silly ideas, pick on me because I'm smart. What you do...
- Poetry > Free VerseI walk up the creaking stairs. There my bedroom lay. My eyes wander the empty halls of the motel I am to stay. Sleepiness had engulfed me I lay down on the bed. That's when I heard a scratching, which I assumed was in my head. My heavy eye lids close. I begin to dream. Then an eer...
- Poetry > Free VerseUnder a weeping willow, Something pink spots my eye. There's a coat on the ground, and somethings inside. As I reach in my hand, I start to consider. Should I tweet what I find On my twitter? My hand grasps metal. It's ice cold. As I pull it out, I realize it's old. ...
- Nonfiction > HeroesSchool. There was a time that this word twisted my stomach into knots. I knew that when I arrived at middle school, another year of bullying, drama, interminable homework, and pressure to maintaining good grades while doing multiple extracurricular activities would begin. I also had my home life to ...
- Poetry > Free VerseDespicable me. Foolish me. Hopeless me. Why can't I see, That this is the way things will always be. Childish me. Dumb me. Fatuous me. All of us, you, me, we Will never, ever act differently. This is how so many children, and adults, feel on a daily basis. They're wrong. ...
- Poetry > Free VerseWith wanton disregard, You threw a rock at my glass heart. It shattered at the blow, But these feeling did not show... With a ton of self-control, I slowly walked away. I hope you didn't need a reply, Because I had nothing to say. My heart was only your puppet. I was the star in a...
- Poetry > Free VersePeople have hurt me, left me, broke me. They have done unspeakable things on a whim, without a thought of the consequences. Without even considering how their careless actions would affect others. I have considered, weighed the pros and cons of my absence on this planet... Then it hit me. The best t...
