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Waiting for someone to pick you You are waiting for someone to change your life No longer wanting to rise with the tortilla star You are beautiful Like a falling star You are dressed in velvet high-heels Eyes painted like Cleopatra Waiting under the street lights for someone Someone to pi... - Nonfiction > MemoirThere are certain times in our lives when we realize that our whole life has been nothing more than one elaborate, painted lie. That time for me was a day sometime during the spring of 2008. No, actually that day was simply the beginning of a cascading landslide that resulted in the deterioration of...
- Reviews > Book ReviewsBeyond The Chocolate War, an equally controversial and crude yet insightful and real novel as it’s predecessor The Chocolate War, by Robert Cormier is a novel that is as foreboding and dark as his other novels are such as Fade and The Rag and Bone Shop. Beyond The chocolate War explores themes of ...
- Nonfiction > InterviewsTia (January 15, 2012 at approximately 6:30pm in the afternoon, a text conversation between my friend Tia and I takes place. Tia is a 17-year-old girl in her senior year of high school. She appears to be quiet to anyone who doesn’t know her but around her friends she is very talkative. She is c...
- Nonfiction > InterviewsMother (5pm on a cold, winter evening. It’s mid-January. My mother sits on a chair in her room. The room is warm. She wears a pink and gray-stripped hoodie, which I think she stole from me, lime green shirt and black velvet pants. She reluctantly answers my questions, eager to return to what she ...
- Poetry > Free VerseThe girl with the dirty blond hair That she swears to death is brown; she is sure of it She will not dare let anyone tell her different But despite that she is not your stereotypical blond She has a brain A big one, full of many answers and even more questions But not a brain...
- Poetry > Free VerseCan anybody hear my silent cries? Does anybody know it's tearing me apart? When will the torture stop? And the healing start? I'm aware I made the worst mistake of my life But what's done is done No turning back now trying to fix the strife It's all my fault anyway ...
- Poetry > Free VerseYou call me a savage But it is you who ravage And take my land Is that what you call giving a hand? You divide up my land and don't give me a say You make rules and expect me to obey You are the lion, you reign above all And compared to you the African people are lowly and small Bu...
- Poetry > Song LyricsVerse 1: I'm trying to get away with murder I'm trying to get away with tears I'm trying to get away with all these things and it's riding on your fears Chorus: Shadows of the past that can not be forgotten Memories that are stale and rotten Tomorrow's past is today...
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- Poetry > Free VerseI live in the past Always wishing, hoping, dreaming I had lived life just a little different I spent days agonizing over what mistakes I've made Missing out on what I can accomplish now I cry over what friends I've lost when I should be focusing on the friends I've gained I sit ...
- Poetry > Song LyricsVerse 1: Hold me as I fall to the ground Tonight I lay dying Tonight I will not make a sound Tonight I say my final goodbye Chorus: I fall, I fall I cry, I cry Baby, Baby hold me as I die And don't let me go Verse 2: This is the last time I'll see your face This is the las...
- Opinion > Social Issues / CivicsHow hard is it really to just let people live their own lives they way they want to? It shouldn't be that hard but apparently it is. People just find it hard to butt out of other peoples lives and instead choose to go ahead and make laws banning religion in schools, gay marriage, free expressio...
- Nonfiction > All NonfictionI first talked to him in 7th grade near Christmas break. I should of talk to him sooner considering he was in my homeroom, my language arts class and we shared the same friends but it wasn’t until that Wednesday that finally worked up the courage to talk to the cute boy with brunette blond streak...
- Nonfiction > All NonfictionIt was on the first day of 6th grade at lunch when I first saw her; when I saw Marielle. I immediately knew that something was wrong with her. She was maybe 3 feet tall if not less, her skin was sickly white and she had the body of a three year old. “What’s wrong with her?” the girl behind m...
