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Graduation,

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh,

A most glorious time of the year,

when eigth graders move on to the high school,

you can practically smell the fear.

High schoolers get ready for college, 

kissing they're moms and dads farewell,

Juniors blossom and rise up, taking over the seniors spots,

and bursting out of they're shells

Horns beep, white writing reads, "Class of 2013"

Tears sting peoples eyes, kids comfort as siblings cry.

Change has come once again, somewhere between April, May and June,

no one thought it would come so fast, 

People tried to make the good times last,

but everything has to come to a close,

so new opportunities can unfold,

So shy people can become bold,

so souls once just a lump of clay, can mold.

<3

<3

Moi

Just go to sleep.

My eyes are droopy,

everything’s spinning,

but staying up makes me finally winning.

My brain is dead,

My body is sore- even my head.

So much to do,

nothing done.

I’m so tired, I’m so tired.

...but sleep is something that doesn't come easily when my internet is all plugged in and wired.

I miss you so much.  You will never know.  Tomorrow it will be a year, a year since i last held you in my arms, a year since I haven't heard your beautiful meow.  You were always there when I thought I had no one.  Not being able to hold you again is the most painful truth.  I want so badly to hold you just one more time and to tell you how much I love you.  You have been with me my whole life on this earth.  I just turned fifteen without you.  you would have been twenty one, sometimes I sit and wonder what might be different if we hadn't made the decision that we did.  But you did so much for us all over the years it was only fair that we help you when you couldn't help yourself anymore.  I don't  want to face the reality that it has been a whole year.  My heart hurts so much just thinking about you.  But I know ( to paraphrase a good friend of mine) I had to let you be a cat again, I had to let you be free again.  And I know that you are up in heaven looking down on me, not wanting me to cry, all you ever wanted was for us to be happy.  I look back on our time together with so many regrets, so many things I wish I had done differently.  But the only comfort I have is the knowledge that you ARE free now, you can play in endless fields of grass and lay in the sun and feel the warmth on your soft fur, and know that you are utterly safe and content and out of pain, resting in the palm of God's hand. Read more »

This is the real me...

or, this is the fake me.

Both me,

same me.

You too, all you. Read more »

Wow, it has been a REALLY long time. After a very long dry spell of no writing, I've finally decided to put down a story that has been floating around in my head for a couple years. It is most definitely not my best work, so any sort of feedback would be appreciated, but it is very good to be writing again. This is the first page. If people like it/I finish it (a rare thing, but I have hope), I'll be putting up the rest!

Warning: Some mature topics/language (not in this one, really, but later especially)

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The first time I saw Raquel Davis she was nothing more than a flawless honey-colored ponytail bouncing in front of me as we ran around the cross country track. I was duly impressed, both by the ponytail and by the tiny pair of shorts she managed to pull of with confidence. I myself lacked the confidence and the know-how to pull off either; instead, my shorts were adequate length, and my ponytails drooped down the back of my neck, pieces of them flying out around my ears. Read more »

Happiness is

my dog slobbering on me when I get home from school,

going to Club Cougar and doing group activities, Read more »

The Puppy Scout

I’d rather walk the 5k sprint

I’d rather soar through the sky like an eagle scout Read more »

It's the lub-dub, lub-dub, flutter and murmur,

it's the tick-tock, tick-tock, finger-tapping stutter,

it's a clenched jaw, tooth grinder, lub-dub, tick-tock,

belly-flutter, heartbeat, fingernail nibble

knuckle-cracking, lip-biting, luba-dub-dub and

breathe

it's the toe-tapping, finger snapping,

lub-dub, tick tock

knuckle cracking, molars clacking

through the hair the nails' running

waiting on a break, and

breathe

inhale, exhale, belly-flutter, throat mutter,

nail picking, hair flipping, rhythm of my nerves

breathe

seat-shifting, neck cracking, knuckles, and a tick-tock

lub-dub

breathe

Authors Note: the ‘bom-bom’s are supposed to be quick and short, like a heartbeat. The ‘boooooom’s are long, low, and deep, almost at the edge of hearing. As the piece progresses, the ‘bom-bom’s get faster and shorter, almost frantic. However, I can’t accurately portray this with just text alone, so at some point later, I’ll try recording it.

bom-bom

boooooom

bom-bom

The sound of my heartbeat echoes in my mind,

bom-bom

Clashing wildly with a giant’s footsteps,

booooooom

Creating a strange harmony to my life.

bom-bom

bom-bom

But is either really there?

booooooom

Or is my mind just fracturing into pieces,

bom-bom

Stealing my sanity and replacing it with these

bom-bom

boooooom

Imagined footsteps, these earth-rocking noises?

bom-bom

Or is it not footsteps, but just heartbeats in tandem,

bom-bom

reaching across eternity, for something else?

boooooom

bom-bom

If it is a heart, thrust into the darkness of space,

bom-bom

bom-bom

Calling out for help, for an ear to hear it,

boooooom

Then I will send my own heart out,

bom-bom

bom-bom

And answer to the call

booooooom

Of the darkness beyond.

bom-bom

bom-bom Read more »