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On Your Wedding Day, SonWe had nights where sleep wasn't important. All we cared about was being next to one another. We were young then, barely able to grasp at the concept of love. We shared our first kiss under a willow tree as the burning sun lowered calmly beneath the meadow. Many days of bike rides and tangled fingers led to a promise on bended knee, where I asked her to be mine forever. Yes. I never knew how happy someone could be over a simple answer. We wed on the eleventh of December. The day we had first met, a date neither of us were likely to forget. Though two seats remained unfilled throughout the service that bonded us for as long as both would live. We celebrated far away on a beautiful beach, away from the worries that would be waiting for us when we resurfaced from our newly-wedded paradise.
It was a year of bliss later when we got the news that would change our lives forever. Pregnancy. Neither of us knew how to be parents. Especially your Mom, growing up without any of her own. We conside
Strangely Beautiful, Chapter 10That night went by really fast. I rode home with Mom in silence. She seemed mad, furious in fact, but I was too afraid to ask why. Sleep wasn't easy to come by, either. I was still awake at three a.m. Maybe it was the anxiety of starting over in a new school. Or maybe I was just hiding the actual reason because I was actually afraid to face it. I knew Analee wouldn't be happy with me. Regardless, I got through the night somehow and woke up just in time to get ready for school.
"You might wanna wait a minute or two." Analee smiles at me, stepping out into the hallway in nothing but a towel. That would take some getting used to. I did as she said, standing in the hall. The floorboards creek behind her, all the way to our room as she shuts the door. After a few minutes, I enter the bathroom. I turn the shower on and dip my head in. I had already had a shower last night, so all I really needed to do was fix my bedhead. I spent about 20 minutes brushing, blow-drying and straightening my hai
Strangely Beautiful, Chapter 9The next few days went by in a blur. I spent it avoiding Hayden, which was something I really didn't want to do. But what choice did I have? One move on him, even just being friendly, and Analee would be sure to lash out at me again. Even more so now that I knew why. What could make it worse? Oh right! It was still Michael's job to make sure I had the hang of things. So not only did I deal with Analee's pressuring, but I also dealt with Michael's judgement of literally every move I made.
"What's a man like him see in a girl like you, anyway?" Michael chuckles to himself. "Not like you could make 'em happy." He laughs again. I just sigh and continue my work. Three more hours of this and I can go home and sleep it off. I start school tomorrow, so I wouldn't have to put up with him as much.
"You could help me instead of judging me, y'know? Isn't that what you're being paid to do? Or are you just here to make sure I feel bad about myself?" I say harshly, trying too hard to lift a five gall
Where I'm FromI am from the forgotten times.
From nights only reminisced on holidays.
I am from the constantly moving.
From memories painted only on windows.
I am from the always leaving.
From the hour-long goodbyes.
I am from the yes ma’am, no ma’am.
From the manners seemingly forgotten by others.
I am from the promises of “this is the last time”.
From the houses that were supposed to build character
but only reshaped nightmares.
I’m from stormy nights spent alone.
From dreams broken by thunderclouds.
I am from the old dirt road
From the bitter kiss of cold nights
From the warm embrace of the summer days.
I’m from the thoughts of ending it all.
From the paths that made me change the direction of my life forever.
I’m from endless depression, wishing it all to be well someday.
From the constant disapproval from strangers.
From a place where a simple phrase like “It only takes time” is enough to ease even the toughest emotional breaks.
Chapter 3The atmosphere was different this morning as I met Avalon by the east gate. Where we had to go today was dangerously close to the fallout line. An imaginary line we'd dedicated too close to the demons territory, and obviously decided never to go near or cross it. Though Avalon and I are more than capable of dealing with a few demons. After all, along with the others, we're the only survivors of our decimated city.
"Pyre... perhaps we should bring Kennith? Just in case? We could use a bit of... fire power. No pun intended." She laughs. Kennith has a special ability as well. He can manipulate fire, which more or less guaranteed his survival in our escape from Clera.
"No, Alice'd never let him go. Besides... I don't think those two are here anymore." I sigh, lowering my head to avoid Avalon's undoubtedly shocked expression.
"What do you mean they're not here anymore? Why did they leave?" She pauses. "No. Not here, not already. It's only been three years! When were you planning on te
Strangely Beautiful, Chapter 8I drowned out the worried screams from Hayden. He continually tried to make me feel better. But he had to have known about Analee's feelings toward him, right? He knew her all his life, but just met me a matter of hours ago.
At some point, I got up and began a long walk home. I hope that uncle Roy would understand when he heard about it. It wasn't like I left my work unfinished, I'd done what he asked me to. Or rather Hayden did.
Going home seemed a bit pointless, what with Analee living in the same room as me, but I had to find somewhere to think. Back in California, my room was really the only place to go. So I guess you could say it was out of habit that instead of waiting for uncle Roy to come back and drive me home, I spent two and a half hours walking.
When I arrived, uncle Roy had beat me there. Though no one was there, I could see the curtains shake in the house. I could feel the judgmental eyes of the several people who lived here. It was when my Mother burst out the door that
You're not aloneSomeone's sent a dozen roses down the drain.
Memories left to spiral down.
People gather, suspect the dreams that don't fit
into how it once was.
And maybe night falls, forever darkened skies.
And maybe teardrops, forever stain our eyes.
Our scars becomes icons.
Symbols for us to recognize.
Beacons to find hope
When even our shadows abandon us.
But don't cry, don't cry
You're gonna wake up from this dream.
And you're gonna realize
That tears do not mean weakness.
Strangely Beautiful, Chapter 7I followed Hayden around for a really long time. He showed me how to do things around the farm, and we ended up laid back on a really large stack of hay. Uncle Roy approached us before long, but only to ask Hayden a few questions before he went back to his routine. We'd finished the work I was sent to do and even doubled over to finish Hayden's work to. I watched in awe as he herded cows that had gotten lose through a break in the fence that Uncle Roy had refused to fix.
"I hope he never fixes it. It may be a pain to get 'em back. But they look so happy roamin' free like that." He smiled. If this is what work would be like, I could get used to it. Sure, the hand-me-downs were awful and smelled like dirty socks, and the hours were a bit long, but it was fun just hanging out with Hayden.
"So how ya like the farm, Vi?" He'd taken to calling me Vi, and I was okay with that, I could tell we'd be great friends anyway.
"It's nice. A lot better now that I know I don't have to work
I'm breaking down.
Scars nearly like feathers,
And words so heavy I might drown.
Can't you see that?
I hold so tight because
You only seem to let me go.
To get over.
Not what we once were but
All we had swore we would become.
At the bottom
Of every bottle.
Seeking a way to fill the void.
I can live on.
Without your memory
Constantly causing me pain.
Best Friend (the Laws of Physics)Holding hands pulled us out of the pit both
The laws of physics did not apply
We would revel in rain, you and I
My fuse was lit, you'd spew fire
Hell hath no burden you can't share with me
Twins from separate mothers are we.
ReflexionaEstas cansada de llorar, de sufrir, de ser lo que eres…. ¿llegó la hora de partir?. Terminas de cenar, comiste muy bien, reíste con tu familia, todos se extrañaron, hace un par de meses no comes bien y siempre estas tan callada, pero seguro es solo una etapa, eso es lo que ellos piensan, pero hoy todo cambió, tu mamá piensa que ya has superado todas esas estupideces de niña pequeña y sonría, les das las buenas noches a ambos, los abrasas y subes corriendo a tu cuarto, corres, corres para que no te vean llorar. Cierras la puerta y te sientas en la cama, piensas en una carta, dejarles una carta sería lo mejor… “Queridos mamá y papá…" ¿pero que les dices? no sabes cómo decir que te odiabas, que te lastimabas casi a diario, que pedías un poco de ayuda, que ya no podías más. “Los amo, lo siento" es lo único que pones en la carta, solo eso. Tus lágrimas salen, estas de
Living in DarknessLiving in Darkness
Blindfolded by my own misery,
there is no light for me to see.
My depression has become my friend
because it’s persistence never ends.
Never once has it failed to thrive
and I won’t deny that it makes me feel alive.
I’ve been drowning for far too long.
Is there a point in being strong?
Pain has become my blanket at night.
It’s the place I crawl to when I lose the fight
against the insanity that creeps at my mind.
One day, maybe peace I will find
and maybe I can return to the light.
But for now, the end is not in sight
so I will live in the darkness that binds me,
praying on day, joy I will see.
B.U.R.N.I.N.G O.N T.H.E I.N.S.I.D.EBlazed hearts
Unconscious for eternity
Rescuing in need
Never to be awaken
Night-shaded even in the shadows
On-going destructive misery
Numb on the inside
Tomorrow is bleak
Hollow and consumed
Insignificant compared to the world
Shadows injected, poisoning the victim
Death wishes granted
Even in death, we suffer
Bestest Friend ContestBestest Friend Contest
''When our souls feel really''
I don't think there is love greater than the love between brothers, a lot more if they are twins.
My poem is dedicated to my dear sister and starts on a sunday, five years ago.
I had to travel with my mother for a period of 1 month , It was the first trip I did it without them, so far we have never separated from each other.
It came the day of the trip and she stayed at home with my father, I want to say that during the bus trip my head and my heart failed to calm down... thousand feelings shot me at the time,could not stop thinking about it and worrying of as is it in all this time.
After 4 hours traveling my head and heart wanted back with her, but this was impossible.
I spent those 27 days really badly, spoke with her by phone every 2 hours and she told me that she told me that couldn't eat or sleep...She also pass those days very bad... losing more than 5 kg.
I believe that the true friendship you can find it only in your
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Where I'm from poem...Where I’m from
I am from a lead pencil laying on my sketch book waiting to be used to draw anything that could come to mind
I am from that little apartment around the corner of Second Street of Milladore
I am from the flower that was no fragrance, though people thing it does have a fragrance, but I think differently
I am from Christmas where my family gets together and have lunch and supper
I am from the Mancl family and the Pierson family
From being called boy by my grandpa to being called Derek Joseph by my mother
I am from the holy catholic church of Saint Wenceslaus
I’m from Saint Michael’s hospital in Stevens Point Wisconsin
I am from my heart which loves many, though if you break my heart or my friends, I will shatter yours ten time worse, and by the time I’m finished with you, you will be begging and pleading for mercy!
From the time of birth to the time of death, I will love the people that I care about
I am from my mind and soul, where all of my
Hoping for winter.Hello to the cold season.
I welcome you with open arms.
Everyday draws closer to the
Everyday I hope for the cold.
May winter last forever. May
it bring the next ice age.
Always a thrill when winter
A time for snow, a time for
joy, A time for everyone to
get along. Merriment brings
us closer to the snow.
For after all,
be a time of joy
and not a time for
BY MY RIGHTFUL PLACE IN THIS WASTELAND OF FILTH,
I WILL MARGINALIZE ALL OF THE FILTH AND DISPOSE THE DISSENTERS,
YOU WILL LISTEN TO WHAT I HAVE TO SAY,
BECAUSE HOW DARE YOU QUESTION THE GODDESS IN HER GLORY?!
(can you keep it down, I think they can hear you-)
SILENCE, CHILD! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO SPEAK TO ME!
YOU ARE A REMINDER OF ALL OF THAT CARE AND COMPASSION THAT
IS SO FUCKING POINTLESS! ALL SHALL DEFECATE
AT THE SOUND OF MY BOOMING VOICE!!!
(I thought we would try to be better than-)
WITH YOUR OBFUSCATED FEELINGS?!
(where is the forgiveness....)
WITH YOUR PLEAS AND THE BEGGING?!
(nothing but logic and determination...)
ALWAYS ACTING OUT ON EMOTION?!
(you are no goddess to me...)
HOW DARE YOU, FOALISH SOUL! YOU ARE NOTHING TO ME!
WHY SHOULD I GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOUR OPINION OF ME!
I COULD HAVE YOU WIPED OFF THE FACE OF THIS EARTH
IN A SINGLE HEARTBEAT!
(but you wont, you need me-)
The story of a Hero
In the darkness that I follow
it feels like my life is only hollow
An empty shell, a broken hold on life
I am the product of high school strife
Never cool, never in the crowd
Never the one who is considered 'loud'
I have friends, but they don't care
I can never find them anywhere
I feel like I am destined for so much more
Like there is something greater in store
As if that could happen, I'm nothing they say
Just a nerd with no life, but hey
I can grasp this life, even though it's crap
Knowing one day I'll completely snap
Maybe they'll get what they deserve one day
No matter what, Karma always has her way
I know I'm nothing much but you will see
Even the greatest heroes start off like me
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