Staying Sane

Pencil and paper in hand.
It's one of the only ways I stay sane.
No friends
I'll write myself some.
No adventure
Read YWP.
Chaotic emotional tornado
Create an amazing story.
Need help
Reach out, we are here for you.
Need inspiration
Read till exhaustion takes over.
Feeling helpless
The power of words are stronger than you know.
Nothing to do
Pick up pencil and paper
They are ready.

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Liturature holds the answer to many problems. 
You just have to be willing to look deeper than the surface.
 
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Whitney

VT

17 years old

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  • Poetry

    By Whitney

    Awaiting An Invitation

    Tree limbs dance in
    the breeze of baited breath,
    roots threaten to break ground zero.
    time;
    too much
    too little
    only the trees understand 
    me

    glass stregthens
    mirrors melt
    clouds converge and darkness reigns

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  • By Whitney

    Sentenced

    I am guilty

    The bars which restrain me
    are but my own fault

    I am guilty

    The lifeless walls
    frozen, unfeeling
    yield no give as I fight to break free

    My crimes:
    To want,
    the stars 

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  • By Whitney

    Only A Memory

    The wind
    brushes my cheek, with a kiss. 
    Neck craned, my eyes
    skim the sky in bliss

    The scene before me,
    a canvas to interpret,
    I stare, deep within the soul of each star
    this game I refuse to forfeit.

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