Still, I roll over in my bed, and they're there. Lingering. They scream and cry for my dependence; I long for the hazy blue plumes that used to fall over my bed.
    That's not to say I'm still afraid. And it's not to say I'm secure. Because my fingers memorized the act. It's the phone number that you still remember from years ago. How does it feel when the most stable thing of your life is a time-bomb? Read more »

I shouldn't have shared anything about myself, even a story that I worked on for five straight hours, because I was be ridiculed and condemned.

I shouldn't have voiced any emotions or opinions, because I was be labeled as overdramatic.

I shouldn't have made any friends, because I made them angry and pushed them away.

I shouldn't have tried to be unique, because I was ridiculed for it. Read more »

The Great Depression Of The 1930's

             During the "Great Depression" the stock market crashed and many people had lost their jobs. People sticking to living on the streets.Kids selling apples to support hteir familys, but one of them, this poor mother  and her kids have lost hope of a better life. Read more »

The Great Depression Of The 1930's

             During the "Great Depression" the stock market crashed and many people had lost their jobs. People sticking to living on the streets.Kids selling apples to support hteir familys, but one of them, this poor mother  and her kids have lost hope of a better life. Read more »

As I sit,

I stare out of the window.

I watch the gray clouds swarm over the town.

It begins to rain.

The gray drops begin to fill the streets.

I see a young couple without an umbrella rush inside.

They laugh as they drip dry.

The girl shivers,

and the man gives her his jacket and they hug.

I wish I was that man.

I wish I have someone who loves me.

I sit near the window.

Watching.

Waiting,

for someone who will never come.

Tears roll down my cheeks. Read more »

I walk in the lonely city.

I walk pass the empty cars,

and abandoned buildings.

The sidewalk is cracked,

the buildings are gray.

As is my heart.

I enter  the dead woods.

The trees are grayish white,

their leaves have fallen off,

the bark is dead and chipping away.

I stop as a tear falls off my cheek and onto the ground.

And another, and another.

And I wait until the eventual pond,

which is to form.

It's 6:30 and I've just woken up
All I want is some coffee in my cup
But my legs feel like lead
And who gives a shit anyway

All I can think about is your sleeping face
Framed by the bedhead from your pillowcase
I used to look at you and go
Damn, boy, why are you so beautiful?

And my heart starts to drop
Remembering how you used to flop
Down on the sheets
I made it so neat
And you'd just hold me Read more »

There is a boy in his small room. His hair is short and neat. He's just gotten back from school, blue backpack in the corner. Every square inch of his room is covered in band posters- Beatles, Stones, Zeppelin, Floyd, any and everything. He stands in the middle of the room, playing an invisble electric guitar and screaming along to Under the Bridge, which is turned up as loud as it will go. The boy is happy. The boy is fourteen.

Do you think he knows that in two years he will have killed two men and one woman, living on the streets, desperate for food and money? Read more »

Screaming.

I can't stand anymore of it.

They do it without thinking of me.

And when they do, they use it for their own agenda.

They hate each other.

I can't stand it.

I'm so tired of being here.

And this pain won't leave me alone.

This pain is just too real.

These wounds won't heal.

There's just too just too much that time cannot erase.

Why does The Almighty hate me?

Why does everyone hate me?

Why when I talk about my pain, people respond that other people have it worse? Read more »

Kelly Sato was walking down her usual street to get to work. Sandra was a Doctor and had a rich and privilidged life. She loved children but could not have a child. Sandra had beautiful brown skin and silky hair. 

"Oy! Miss!" someone shouted from the pub across the street. She turned around. "Would you be so kind as to help me with some of this load?" he asked. The man spoke with a British accent and was pretty short, glasses, and gray hair. She nodded and walked towards him. Read more »

There are times when I don’t feel ok,
And this may be one of them.
There’s a hole that sits in my mind,
Swallowing some things whole;
My sanity went a long time ago.
It’s no fair because I don’t know anyone else like me,
And nobody wants to be my friend.
The silence surrounds me like a shawl,
And my hand is void of food.
If you’re quiet,
You can almost hear the hurt that echoes in my eyes.
The pain is endless,
And the need for relief will never let up.
I have problems,
I already know because my other half told me;
Too bad I lost him a long time ago,
If he was ever here. Read more »

I have much experience with being bullied and seeing people get bullied. It is one of the most painful things I have ever experienced in my life. I have been physically bullied and socially bullied. I believe the social bullying hurts much more than the physical bullying. Bruises go away . . . words don’t.
Just the other day I was sitting with a good friend of mine in one of my classes. We were talking about movies or books we like. A boy from one of the other clumps of desks came over and asked my friend if she wanted to go to his birthday party. She ignored him. Read more »

Note: This is a piece i wrote and gave to my counselor at school and it was shared throughout the 7th and 8th grade. every word is the truth about how bullying makes me feel.

Bullies

I have much experience with being bullied and seeing people get bullied. It is one of the most painful things I have ever experienced in my life. I have been physically bullied and socially bullied. I believe the social bullying hurts much more than the physical bullying. Bruises go away . . .words don’t. Read more »

Being lost, taken by the wind.
Off to a better place, or if possible, worse.
Wanting to be alone, sheltered from society.
Lone through the branches, the thistles, the wood.
Not knowing what is ahead.
Knowing only how to survive.
Being me.

Seeing stars, through the night.
Going off, taking flight.
Through high-water, to low streams.
Going towards a better place.
Not knowing what is ahead.
Knowing only how to survive.
Being me.

Now I wish to be alone.
Degraded, Outcasted, Unwanted.
Going to only God knows.
Seeing a different path.
Longing for the answer. Read more »

Lost.
When someone is lost, they are gone.
You are sad
Mad.
Maybe even scared.
You don’t know if they can ever be replaced.
They can’t.
They are irreplaceable.
When someone is lost,
You are sad.
Everyone is sad.
But did you ever think
The person that is lost
May be sad, too?
Though you have your own emotions
Remember they have emotions, too.
You may have lost them
But they have lost you, too.

S. A. D. (seasonal affective disorder)

Cold autumn days change us. The sky turns gray, green leaves brown. As the flakes sting our heavy hearts we cry. “Who are we? Why did this happen to us?” And surely the leaves change. We do too. The dark misty horizon bleeds into the world and the frost turns the grass brown. Somewhere deep in our hearts lies a question. “Why are we so S.A.D?”

Every now and then
I like to look back
and see my past.
There are happy times,
and sad times;

But for some reason the sad ones,
are the first to come to mind.
This is why I must always
look forward,
in stead of behind.
Because my past
is something
that is hard to forget,
with feelings that are hard to swollow.
The ones of sadness,
of hatred,
and almost all of those negative feelings.

I just
can't believe
how I somehow made it through;
how I managed to get to the point where I am,
without completely shattering into pieces.
Because at the time,
I was so close Read more »