callmelola

Dear World, Do you honestly think I don’t want to stop? If I had a choice, Do you truly believe, I would choose this? I can’t do anything At all, ...

Thank you, my dear, I appreciate it, my dear, Oh please, my dear, It is all lies. I am not another pretty face, And words still hurt me. There is ...

This was really good! I applaud you! I cannot see the sun, for the sky has turned to black. That drew me in. I thought the imagery in the first ...

I loved the last line of it. The poem as a whole was very moving. However, I thought that breaking from "they" to "it" on the mouth part depleted from ...

I enjoyed the way it ended, asking if she is vain. It isn't often that people think that someone would hide themselves because they think they're too good. Mostly its ...

I enjoyed how she changed her name. It makes it intriguing. I want to know why she did that, which makes me want to read more. However, I agree with ...

Prologue Four Years Prior July 13, 2006 The cap was off. I was ready to make my way in the world. Thousands of opportunities were at my feet. Life was ...

There was a place, That I once knew. Now the walls are white, The sun is bright. But I miss that place, With walls of pink And temporary, artificial heat. ...

In December, two were taken And the whole school grieved. We cried, and said “Why did this happen?” But none knew the answer and we all moved on. On Good ...

We named her Grandma And built her a house. The house on the hill, Unfinished. A skeleton. Forgotten by most. By her tribe. By her friends. But we remembered. And ...

They say sticks and stones can break my bones But words will never hurt me But Person I loved called me a bitch Person I loved called me Satan Person ...

I love you. I have never met you, But I love you. You see, I do know you. Though they will say I don’t. I picture you. Often. Blonde hair. ...

Way up in the sky On a fluffy white cloud I watch the tiny people Smaller then ant people Roll on and on In their happy lives. My fluffy white ...

Oh, the pleasures of math, How I love it so With numbers and figures To burn my brain cells. Oh, but how I do love My bothersome friend Who picks ...

Ok. So here’s the deal. I was born during the Time of Old on the planet Earth, a country called Scotland. My name, my real name, no longer matters. The ...