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Dear Sammantha,I can't believe you.
I trusted you with something that you had no business knowing, but I told you because I thought you could keep it to yourself. After all the times I stood up for you to all the people that called you a liar, obnoxious, and even worse things, you do that.
You were upset about how you didn't get the job, but I couldn't say it yet. So to make you feel better, I did the stupid thing of telling you about someone elses Application.
And you tell them.
Guess what? I'm done with you. You're ripping away one of the few things that can always make me happy. You're getting me removed from one of the things I'm proud of. That place was my escape from depression, cutting, and everything else terrible that happened to me. It was a place I felt at home, and happy.
Now you're getting me fired for trusting you with something that I shouldn't have done. It was a huge risk telling you what I did, but I trusted you. I hadn't told anyone else that had asked me, but I had told you becaus
A MomentToday, a kid at my school's father died.
I don't think many of us knew why but his page is and still is being covered with good wishes and people helping him to stay strong.
I've never really liked too many people in my class but this opened my eyes.
No matter what or who we are, when tragedy strikes we band together.
To people who say the human race is "doomed" and that our generation is self-obsessed and stupid, understand that though we will make mistakes we know to pull it together when we should.
RIP Mr. Windhorst <3 May you rest in peace.
2016 c:(WARNING: THIS IS A DREAM I HAD, AKA I COULDN'T REALLY CONTROL WHAT HAPPENS. IT JUST DOES. DON'T JUDGE ME PLEASE.)
It was another cool summer morning. I could lightly hear a sunshower starting and I smiled to myself. Life was good, really, really good. I turned on my side and eyed my clock, 10 o'clock on the dot per usual. I slowly slid out of bed and smiled down at Rowan who was still fast asleep. "I'll give her a few more minutes..." I whispered to myself. I slid on some slippers and lightly trotted down the stairs, careful not to wake anyone just yet. As I arrived downstairs I saw Haley leaning against the kitchen island, the newspaper in one hand and a hot coffee in the other. I yawned loudly and waved, "Hey, how'd ya sleep?" I asked her and grabbed myself some cereal from the table. "Fine, I could hear Stevie snoring from next door though so I woke up a few times." She rolled her eyes and smiled "so obviously she hasn't been using her mouth guard." I chuckled to myself and noticed
TodayToday heard the song in your voice,
Today I sat and watched you.
This was the day I had a double take,
This was the day I hated myself.
The day after yesterday I realized it was my fault,
The day after yesterday I figured out I've made too many mistakes.
The day before tomorrow I feel a new feeling,
The day before tomorrow I feel jealousy.
The current 24 hours and all behind it were hours I wanted laughing,
The current 24 hours and all behind it I wanted you back.
Today I found out I love you,
Today I wanted her gone.
Writing Challenge Day o"3"o1. One word: Respect
2. Act sweet, blush, and realize you don't always have to be a tough guy
3. Don't be an asshole (If you haven't noticed, this is VERY important to me)
4. I'm sorry but... I prefer it if they're not ugly (ikik I'm horrible)
5. Being Smart. Not brilliant, but hopefully not failing
6. Eyes. OMG colourful eyes are teh bomb <3
7. Be fit/sporty. But please, I'm begging here, don't. brag. about it.
8. Be there for me, but understand when I need space.
My mind deals with
Overcomes my judgement
Today it's no different
I can't take it anymore
Observing my image but
Nothing is revealed
I Saw a Burning ManIn front of my house, he sat.
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
little victories.when i was younger,
i thought i was the strongest
little girl in the world
because i could easily
beat my older brother
at arm wrestling.
it wasn't until years later
that i realized
To the person who holds my best friend's heart...I know that is is kind of weird
But I felt that I should write this down.
I need to tell you what I feel
And tell you what he means to me.
He's my best friend and he's a good man.
Please, give him the love and respect he deserves.
He may seem goofy but he's very sweet.
I know this because he was always there for me when I was sad.
Now, I know that you're not bad
Cause he would never choose someone who's mean.
But I still want to tell you just in case you forget in the future;
Please don't break his heart.
He's been through so much
And he doesn't deserve something like that.
He is the kind of person who smiles even when he's hurt by others
And would take any pain for the people he loves.
I know, I've witnessed it.
I know he may seem kind of childish sometimes
But don't let it get to you.
It's just his way of expressing himself.
He's very caring and I'm sure he'll do anything to make you happy.
He doesn't look like it but he's very kind and thoughtful.
He'll put your needs before h
in which I gain sentiencesave room
for doubt, in the silence between
religious guilt and stolen
body heat. I am made of helium.
in my dreams they
pop me and
watch me flutter. I wonder if everyone
else’s head is so congested as mine,
hyperactive with inattentive people.
you are never serious--
he stares at me in a different
set of eyes; there are words
I cannot say, there are
things I cannot tell you.
(twice a week
I watch the people I love
leave me for good.
spiders in my throat,
And There Was Lighti.
He was seventeen when he died.
I never went to the funeral
but I walked past it the day of
the service. His mother
was in the backseat of a blue Dodge,
door open, head in her hands.
"My baby," she kept repeating.
"My baby." It would go from sobbing, to
screaming, to a soft whisper that
I could only hear being carried
on the wind.
It was a Wednesday afternoon that they found
his old red pickup truck parked
out front of Slim's, two beer bottles in
the back and the windows cracked to let the stale
I heard that his dad told the police he was
gonna take that old truck and fix it up, because
he had promised his son before—
because it's always in the before—
And in the after, his mother never had dry eyes
and I'm pretty sure my mom told me
that she saw his dad at the bar every night,
drinking his sorrows down because some people can't
handle the stress.
Some people can't figure out why their son would
"Some men just want to w
Can you look deeper?You see that girl you just bullied?
The one you harassed over her choice of art?
The art of a man beating a woman to death?
She saw her father kill her mother when she was five.
You know that man who likes to photograph himself in dresses?
The one you called a homo because of his choice of clothing?
Well, his parents wanted him to be a girl instead of a boy.
So they made him dress like that everyday to pretend he was a girl.
You know that woman who writes stories about child rape?
The one you bullied until she didn’t know how to cope with life anymore
Her uncle has been in jail for the past eleven years.
He raped her daily for seven years of her life.
What about that guy who favored abstract artwork?
Do you remember him he liked to use the colors red and black a lot.
He was nearly beaten to death when he was fourteen.
He only knows nightmares because he remembers seeing his blood on the wall.
What about me? Do you remember me? Even just a teensy little bit?
You bullied me because
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