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I seebut do not feeluntil my dadtrudges offto his new house,to his new family,to his new life.Then it comes,in a rush of hurtand tears.Mom stands by,impassive,robotic,as the ground is split,unevenly,c

This one time at band camp, a very evil feline had it out to get me. I'll start from the beginning.The first time I met Mr. Whiskers was at the ...

I seewith my eyes,so dry from lack of sleep,but do not feel,in my heartand my soul,the way I should,when you tell me.I'm numb,frostbitten to the pointof painlessness.But when I finally ...

I seewith my eyes,so dry from lack of sleep,but do not feel,in my heartand my soul,the way I should,when you tell me.I'm numb,frostbitten to the pointof painlessness.But when I finally ...

I seewith my eyes,so dry from lack of sleep,but do not feel,in my heartand my soul,the way I should,when you tell me.I'm numb,frostbitten to the pointof painlessness.But when I finally ...

In the land of white trash,there was a boy who gave a crap.His name was Martin E Nash,and he just wouldn't shut his trap.When the kids would call him outand ...

In the land of white trash,there was a boy who gave a crap.His name was Mark E. Nash,and he just wouldn't shut his trap.When the kids would call him outand ...

If I were to stumble upon the Mirror of Erised, I would honestly get freaked out. When I look into a mirror, I expect to see my mousy hair and ...

Her eyes are glassyas she tries to look perfectand nice and classyfor the one guy worth he pulls up to the houseshe fluffs her wavy hair,getting quiet as a mouse,now ...

Every time his parents fought, he ate more than he ought.For his emotions he was not ready,so in gym he got too sweatty.Although he wore a happy face,he had many ...

I'm crouched down in a pouncing position, like a panther. The grayish blue pebbles in front of me are painted chalky white, and I zone in on the dilapitated line ...

Dad Smith was a classic father:high-paying job and aloof manner,didn't pay his family much bother,but liked his secretary, who was blond and tanner.Mom Smith felt kind of lonely.Her husband away, ...

You look at me, through weary eyes full of prejudice; you see what you expect to you, I am the girl with a short temper, the girl with no manners, ...

As you watch the last light of your miserable life blink out, you are plunged downward, descending into the most horrid depths of evil, the lake of fire, Hell. There ...

Everyone has felt. Every day, it seems, there are sorrows and plights, jokes and smiles, things that rile your anger until it seems that you will explode if you do ...

She carries with hera constant companion,a friend and a foewho will never part:the incessant biteof unslaked hunger.She knows how it works,that skinny girls winand she will be famousif she remains ...

September 11, 2001Little Millie Pedersen waddled along, chubby fingers intertwined with her older brother, Sammy's. Sammy was big and strong, already twelve years old, so she felt safe with him. ...

1. Bailey MussoSometimes I wonderat a flash of lightingand rumble of thunder,why the sky is fighting?What makes is shakewith angst and passion?What makes it breakits passive fashion?For me lies such ...

She walked into the church, her ordinarily immaculate appearance careless and bedraggled. Her blond hair that was usually braided and clipped hung in a messy ponytail, and she was wearing ...

Every face is a windowto a person's fragile heart,whether curtains drawn or garish lights aglow,always the story's start.Each window's eyesare like the crackin the downed blinds,allowing a peekat pain

She looks just like him, I think as they take her away to wash and swaddle her. She has his chocolaty hair, his wide puppy-dog eyes, and his thickly lashed ...

Life is a library,with its dusty old pagesand its sensation stories,so full of possibility.The words paint colors,from crimson-hued dragonto skies of pure azure.Some characters popfrom the pages where

Do you see, in the corner of the room,that kid gazing out the window,there eyes listless and their heartsdetermined to give up?Do you see that pale girl,who shrouds her feelingsin ...

I am no damn puppet,not a marionette,to be pulled by the stringsof the creepy guy,the puppetmaster.He cannot tell mewhat clothes to wear,what things to say,how to act... I am no ...

Like a clown with made-up face,running like it's a tough race,from the thoughts I know haunt me,joking, smile plastered happy. They keep me around just to laugh,need me like a ...

I want to be among the brazen, like the war heroes, brandishing heartsof the deepest purple hue and scarsto remind them of how they grew.I want to be the next ...

Our domestic civil war tears at us, with gnashing teethand unretracting claws.Call me an attention whore,but I like to be heard, seen,not ignored, just flawed.Dad in new house, Mom stays.Her ...

1.Born a rosein a fallow garden,raised a weed,pestilence in the flower beds.They gave you away,an unwanted gift,into the open armsof one more grateful. She raised youas her own,herded you as ...

Freedom.The word dances like fire across your tongue,the azure of the skyon a torrid August day,the gentle lapping waterof an Adirondack lake.Red and white stripesare what's left, the last ofa ...

Shimmering waters ofturquoise tranquilityare suddenly brokenby pasty white skinand mousy brown hair.I'm encompassed,devoured by the cool,sinking in cheer,finally home.There is no pain,no cutting looks

My face is a metaphorfor all which I believe,unorthadox, in an uproar,like something's up my sleeve.I am a question mark,lightning in the overcast,my difference so stark,but my downfall so fast.I ...

You comb your fingersthrough charred remainsof what once wasyour flawless life.Small gems glitteramongst the rubble,a little bit of shinein the dull.You ravage for them,a scavenging coon,cling to them

You think I don't seehow you cling to shadow,like my skin to meand flowers to meadow.A puzzle, you are,with pieces missing.Your words are far,but your eyes fizzing.I'm onto you!Don't you ...

Sophie's words burns like fire, her eyes frigid ice, digging grave for love her's;Ray awaits his own pyre, biding time to make nice, whilst his anger stirs.Her hair shines yellow-white, ...

The serpentine path winds ever forward;it twists and turns and curls, indecisive.Tis sly and quick as it slithers treads carefully but still impulsive.A foe so cunning, sleuthy and willing!To defeat ...

The leaves are a dark ruddy green,but they create chroma so all takes on a kind of glimmery sheen,makes my mind rubber-band resiliant.The paper is soft in my hand,as I ...

The chains on pearly whiteare gone, poof, disappear,allow my teeth to take flight,The orthodontist did right,make the pearl squares adhere,to metal wires so tight.Glove-clad hands fightinto my mouth t

Spoiler! : This is a poem I wrote about my experiences and the experiences friends of mine have had with anorexia. I know it isn't good, but please try to ...

It coiled around her, a sly and sensual serpent, gaudy in hue, threatening to squeeze her until she unraveled and spilled herself onto the hard, hard ground. There was no ...