help

I hate

(but I love)

how the tables have turned;

how she is the healer,

and I am the burned.

I hate

(but I love)

how it's the same situation:

one of us a listener,

one avoiding revelation.

I hate

(but I love)

how she gets me to talk;

I never planned to take one step.

I'm relearning how to walk.

I hate

(but I love) Read more »

I came to a great and sudden truth today.

I found out that it is not anger that is my heaviest emotion;

It's fear.

A stinking, rotting, foul-smelling fear of being the only one around.

It's the fear that permeates my very existence,

Saturates my every thought and word and action.

I don't know where it comes from.

I don't know how it began.

All I know, is that it simply IS.

And that it's the center of every single obstacle I build for myself.

And I cannot overcome it. Read more »

Falling down the rabbit hole
Not sure of which way I should go
Why’d I chase that crazy bunny anyway

Getting lured away by the Cheshire Cat
Telling me he knows where it’s at
Telling me he knows which path to take

Surrounded by frog footmen
Could use some help, use a friend

C’mon Alice, be my guide
Step in the puddles of the tears we cried
C’mon Alice, light up the road
Come and help me, come and lighten the load
I’m falling into Wonderland
Need someone here to hold my hand
C’mon Alice, show me the way

Tea party with the Mad Hatter
Strange sandwiches on a platter Read more »

Can anyone fix this broken heart,
shredded into a million pieces
and no amount of bandaids can
hold it together?

Can anyone see the scars
for what they really are,
tokens of the days when all I wanted
was to die?

Can anyone see the bruises
that are tokens of my father's love ?

Can anyone see
the broken girl
that is standing before them
for all of the lies she
has said and all the rumers
they have started?

Slut,
whore,
bitch,
druggie,
anorexic,
cutter,
soulless ginger

Can anyone pick me up
off the ground and dust me off, Read more »

Hello (: I am just trying to think, I haven't written in quite the while, and I'm stumped with writers block! I'm very imaginative, so I don't need much rather than a quick sentence or plot and such to start something- more a subject and or genre to write about, so I'm BEGGING and PLEADING for your help!! =D Write suggestions below (; thank you!

Family is the best ever, 'cause they mean so much to you. You know you can count on them whenever you need help. Even if sometimes you get in fights, you know you still love them. My family is Tina, my mom, Russ, my dad, and Nick and Austin, my brothers. Oh, you can't forget our pets. I have a cat. his name is Sammy. I have a dog. His name is Tink. That is my family.

If someone were to walk into my room for the first time, they could probably tell some things about me right away. They could probably tell that I’m very creative and crafty, because all around the ceiling of my room are tiny paper outfits I have made, and I have several feet of hemp waiting to be knotted into a bracelet like the one I wear. It’s also not that hard to realize that I love to write, you just have to look around and see the many journals of various sizes, all almost filled, and my computer drives home that evidence. Read more »

Enter
Undesirables lay among the corrupt;
The frail remains of the derelict
Worn ragged from seclusion
The tires seething on the asphalt
The shifting film of your eyes
I’ve biased your hue
You can’t clutch this
And
At the silver lining
Slit your tether;
Focusing the fractures
Your penultimate chance is
To start over

Stuck Writing Love.mp3

Help! I have terrible, terrible diction, and I don't know how to fix it. Also, I want to improve my voice, because, well, you know. Who wouldn't? Ideas? Suggestions? Links? People keep telling me I sing with a closed throat, and I've tried remedying this, but I think it has to do with the way I pronounce words, which has to do with something else related to etc. Really, though, it comes down to me being absolutely sick of not getting the sound I want from my voice. Also, I'd like to improve my strumming patterns, and songwriting, and really, I think I just need a guru. Sigh. Read more »

Now it seems my flames are fleading.

And i'm burnt..
My wittling
candle,
trying to illuminate
The backwards embodiment of

what my portrait would
conversate,
if you questiong my being.

If my eyes spoke
in
tongues of putrid descriptions
of
lost dreams and amusmants.
Surely the left out
how these are all just
myths.

And i'm dead,
still breathing but
my desire is gone.

And these paper mache coverings
that
fill my holes.
The deep gashes punctures
the
wounds inflicted by my
failure.

You can't escape through the atmosphere,
it'll break to shards
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i don't know about him. I don't think I know about him. Do I know about him? He is new to me... not really, but sorta. I wish I knew more about him.

I don't know if I love him. I don't think I know if I love him. Do I love him? I say that, but not to his face... only on e-mail and text. Is my mom right, should we take it slow.

I don't know if I need help. I don't think I know that I need help. Do I need help? My parents say it isn't true love and there will be other guys, but I say "Who needs ya?" Do I need them?? Read more »

It'd send you running for the sea
drowning and drwoning
just trying to escape
It'd send you dying for piece
you'd scratch your eyes
make them bleed
It'd send you falling asleep
the reasons..
Let
the red blood drip, stain your
pale cheeks,
magenta,
The color of that rose, you never sent
But I'm ill, I always will be, or it seems
The apology you never started,
even though you're just sorry for my being
The color of my nails
before
I painted them black
with revenge,
against me.

i remember how i felt that day
knowing you had betrayed me
you are the one person i can always trust,
who is always there for me
and you had unleased my secret.
my biggest fear had come true: everyone knew.
i hated you for it,
even consitered how to get you back
as i stood there shaking,
every word they said became a blur
as i tried to stab you with my eyes,
the way you had stapped me with this action.
but later that night, once i had calmed down a bit,
i called to tell you what i should have earlier.
when i learned what you had done,
my first words were, “fuck you”
now i appologised and replaced them with “thank you”
i still think i owe you some sort of payback for that day
but i doubt there is anything i could do
that would mean enough,
what else is worth a life???

So, I am busily applying to the Champlain College Young Writers' Conference. Only problem? I need to win a merit scholarship; otherwise, there's no way I can go. (My parents just found out they need a new car.) So...I need to pick my best piece. Of all time. And I think I need help with that.

Here are the three I'm considering most seriously:

http://youngwritersproject.org/node/25339 (Welcome to the Underworld)

http://youngwritersproject.org/node/20073 (Dissonant)

http://youngwritersproject.org/node/27510
http://youngwritersproject.org/node/27511 (Steal, Parts I and II)

Help would be MUCH appreciated...especially since I have thirteen days to get this application out. (I'm also open to advice, if anyone thinks another piece would be more fitting.)

I would greatly appreciate this, everyone.

Thanks,
Nonnie (the Sequitur)

There's always something that speaks louder than the loudest voice
That's the feeling in a room filled with people, and you feel alone..
The feeling that you don't belong
The feeling that makes you want to cry
When the silence of a room, fills your head
When no one seems to want to be near you
When you don't want them around
When you can't decide how you feel
Everything seems to be going wrong
You can't do anything right
It all seems like a waste

But through it all, you don't realize that I'm still there for you
Along with others, who love you for you
Why can't you see that you don't need to feel like this
We're here to help, so why do you push us away
You make us feel like there's nothing we can do
But in truth there's so much we can do
If only you would let us
You put up these walls
That we can't get through
If you opened the doors you leave shut,
then maybe we could convince you,
And those walls would come tumbling down

When I look in the mirror
I see a mess
When she looks at me
she see what she wants to be
This little girl
will always love me
no matter what
unconditionally.
I've let my self down
and everyone else too.
then she looks at me and
her rosie lips speak
"sissy, I love You."
I've cried all day
because of what they all say.
I feel dirty
and messy
and betrayed
and she says
"sissy, You look very pretty today."
I hate myself
I scream
"I want to die"
I can't take it.
Life blows.
as she brings tears to my eyes
she whispers,
"Sissy, Please Don't Go."

It Just Keeps Getting Better
Hey guys. Well some of you actually took the initiative to write. Many thanks to all of you who did, and those who haven't, get busy. My email address is on the page but just for the sake of it, sashapup27@yahoo.com. You can reach me there as well as by submitting comments.
Question:
Dear Moose, There's a guy at my school who thinks it's funny to tease me. He got a bunch of his friends to call me really annoying names, and he talks to me like an idiot. Lately, though, he's been nicer, and shier it seems. I think he might like me. But I don't know if I like him or not. I might. I have a feeling he's going to ask me out soon, but what if I'm not ready? What should I tell him? I can't just tell him "let me think about it".....I need to know whether it would be a good relationship for me?
Signed: Gossip Girl Read more »

I wrote this poem in April (I think):

stressed
been working
so hard

the pain
it's almost
unbearable

my life
a drawing
erased
redrawn
started over

switching interests
can't make up
my mind

nothing stays the same
everything keeps
changing

i learned that
she's leaving
soon

no word on
whether or not
he'll stay

the emotion
the drama
too much
all at once

i need things
not to change
all the time

i'm growing up
getting older
my body tries
to catch up with my brain

everyone says
i'm mature
they trust me
to be perfect

but i'm still
learning
believe it
or not

they both
trust me
i need
them both

help

she said
she'll give me
her email address
but that's
not enough

i pray
they'll always
be there

and they won't

already
i've lost him
once

will i be able
to recover
if he's lost
again

we're closer now
than ever
before

we think each others
thoughts
we speak each others
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he's full
of self-pity

and knows it.

he doesn't want
anyone listening
to his
complaints

but he's afraid
that if they don't
he'll be

alone

when he really
needs help.

The ink
spreading slowly over his palm

H E L P

Why stop there?
he asks himself
Soon it's everywhere
His entire hand
consumed by the word
Thanks to a Bic
and Sharpie.

It's because he wants help
for something that can't be helped

but he always dreams.

does anyone want to comment on my work
it should be all over
tnx
emily

Why do you hit me?
Why don't you love me?
I'm supposed to be your pet
"Man's best friend"
That's what I'm called
But all you do is
Yell at me and
Push me around
Can't anyone save me?
My pain never ends
Unless other people are around
Then I'm safe
But only for a little while
I try to hide
But you always find me
There's a knock on the door
And I hear a man
Say my name Read more »