Jun 11

Imagine a world in which...

3/16/18

Prompt: "Imagine a world in which"

Imagine a world in which there was no hate. No one was rejected because they were different. Discrimination didn't exist. Prejudice was eliminated long ago. No one was afraid to go to school, or outside at all. Jails were empty because no one needed to use drugs or alcohol to be happy. People would join together to talk about saving a species, not about giving a minority equal rights [because the minorities already had them]. Murders had stopped because no one was pushed that far anymore. There were no scrawling of "kill yourself" on lockers, and slurs weren't thrown around anymore. People could respect differences instead of making people feel bad about them. People no longer had to protest a brand because of their practices. 
 
Jun 11

Smile


Smile.
Across my face.
It's not real.
Not my taste.
I can't smile.

It's not me.
I'm not happy.
I'm not someone
Who loves to smile.
I do it to make you think I'm okay for a while.

It's my mask.
Glued to my face.
Not me really, just a facade.
It's stitched on, unable to be moved.
Forcing me to fake being happy for you.
Jun 09
Roses and Summer Dreams's picture

Step Back

I sigh as I reread my work. "Too this, too that. Not good enough. Will I ever be good at this?" Discouraging thoughts 
 are in play and they keeping snowballing. 

Hold on. I need to tell myself that I am only 11 and not yet a writer. I have the rest of my life to work on this. "Step back, I am a young writer" I tell myself.

 
Jun 03

Smells Like Dirt

Preschool smelled like Spaghetti-O's.
No joke.
The entire school smelled like that,
the cafeteria especially
because there was always one teacher
who brought them in
for that one kid without a lunch.
I got to have some too.
Kindergarten never really had a scent.
I guess it was because kids talked
more than they ever ate.
It probably smelled like hot breath
and a bit of grass from recess.
First and second grade were the same,
except it also smelled like carpet
because we often had lunch in the classroom
and we'd sit and play games.
I remember the fifth-grade cafeteria
because it was the worst place in the world.
It smelled like desperation.
Everyone wanted to be like the cute girls,
the ones with baby soft hair and booty shorts.
It smelled like a friendless chamber
and I was trapped in it, flailing like bait.
That's what it smelled like,
May 29
The Soccer Bee 48's picture

Gun Laws

            Gun laws need to be addressed. From school shooting to threats. Gun are a big problem. Lots of people don’t agree with me but I think guns should be mostly illegal. I know it will not completely wipe them out but it will help. For hunting I think you should have to go through a whole lot of other steps and make sure they are in a safe environment. For starters i think you need a house inspection to make sure you have a safe and it won't be dangerous. This will help people keep their jobs but still make the US a better place to live in. I have friends who are terrified because of school shootings. I scared that my friends in New York are not safe. So I need help enforcing these laws. Some people won’t agree but this will help I know.    

 
May 28
seriously.sharp's picture

Sandwich Milestone

It's interesting, really, that a sandwich sounds appetizing to you, because you've never—never, in all of your 15 years—liked sandwiches before. Sure, cheeseburgers and grilled cheese have always been hits, but... Deli meat with lettuce and cheese between two pieces of bread? Wow. And sauce? Since when have you tolerated sauce? When you were younger (maybe even a week ago), you picked apart your sandwiches and ate each layer one by one. First the meat, then the lettuce, then the tomatoes, saving the cheese (if it was good cheese) for last... and maybe you'd eat a slice of the bread. If it was nice bread, and it wasn't covered in sauce.
Somehow, out of the blue, you've decided that you like sandwiches. Whole. Eaten together, even if you did scrape the sauce off.
It's like you're a new person, inducted into the world of Normal People. Normal People who eat their sandwiches the way they're supposed to be eaten.
May 22

S T R E S S

I'm writing this to rant about my frustrations.
So it's three weeks until the end of the semester, right?
Well, I have a 72 in history.
Why?
I, along with the majority of my history class, is missing three important assignments.
With our teacher being out, we mostly forgot that we had to turn them in.
She told us Monday that we had to turn them in, which is fine. 
But while she graded everyone else's, she has yet to grade mine.
And I turned them all in.
I'm not too happy about that. But I'm gonna fix it.
Not only that, I was on a school-issued computer in second period,
And when I plugged in my earbuds,
THE SOUND WOULDN'T WORK!
So I have to use my iPod for music.
AND ON TOP OF ALL THAT,
We have a vocab test today in English, which I'm stressed about.
I'm having a bunch of other problems to top the rest of them.
I'm so stressed right now.
May 16
Emalie Rosamae's picture

Stand your Ground

    Stand Your Ground

Be the you-you always wanted to be, Call the shots and always be queen.
Always on top, never in between.
Keep your record clean.
Show them that you can be seen.


Appearances aren't who you are
Big styles, red car, chillin’ in a bar,
I don't play that role,
Go big or go home,
Hell nah, that ain't who we are.
Mistakes aren't what make you,
Who gives a ****why they hate you,
Call me a sinner,
But I don't think its right,
To put on this brave face
But drop it by night.


Ain’t nobody keepin’ me down, bring your ego I’ll drive it to the ground,
You ain't all that cool, just another pink bikini sittin’ by the pool,
All you guys with girls, too damn chicken to bring her home,
Talking with your sexy voice, Nah man don’t play dumb


Skippin’ stones across the river,
Drivin’ after dark,
Stayin late past curfew
May 12

Dear Asshole,

This isn't the first letter I've written to you. I've written to you in the dead of night, paragraphs upon paragraphs that you'd open in the morning. Guess who never got those cute messages, oh yeah, it was me. I had a beautiful picture be drawn to celebrate our first one month. Somehow you seemed to fuck up before you even saw it.  I have written note after note about how you hurt me, and you did it again, except this time I was finished. I don't long for your touch anymore because what once felt like fire, now feels like ice. Your words that once were music now sound like thunder, and you know I don't like storms. I'm a storm and maybe that's why I've learned to hate myself. When I told my mom what you did, she said she wasn't surprised. My family hated me as I made the mistakes again and again. I now see them as mistakes, not chances. Remember when I texted you, about that magician. It had made me think of you.
May 10

Easy?

It's not easy being the only one in your friend group who seems to give a shit. being the only one who understands that life is more than right now. I am surrounded by people who choose to put them in shitty situations and then complain to me about those situations. It's also those people who tell me to do less, not to take that job. They are the people who tell me that I need to live right now rather than working for what I can have tomorrow. People who claim to have it figured out but still believe that two high school graduates can afford to rent an apartment together in Copenhagen. It's not easy being the only person who looks at the bigger picture, who sees the reality of shit.
May 01
Cyb3r's picture

Warriors Rant (ONLY FOR THOSE WHO HAVE READ THE SERIES)

Why do people think this series is for kids?! Murder, poison, forbidden love, grusome deaths, slitting throats, murder to cover up a secret, attempting to drown cats, wiping out entire clans, and don't forget about mass murder! 

Sorry.
Apr 26
lana.W's picture

Letters From a Junior in April


April 25, 2019
*ahem* WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!?!?!?

April 26, 2019
Dear Diary, Allow me to clarify from yesterday. Why, dear God, did you allow school to be this terrible?! With AP exams, SATs, chorus concerts, track meets, various club/society meetings, finals, science NECAPs, marching practice, mini school concerts, AND prom on everyone's mind, how can we be expect us to focus things like... friends. Or, healthy eating and sleeping. Or like grades. Wow, who'da thunk that even with our terrible class, we're all almost seniors. We need to step up our game, I'm the who do pretty much everything
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April 27, 2019
Dear Diary,
We now continue with our regularly scheduled program: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHJJJJ 
Apr 20
vvalliere's picture

I hate


Have you ever walked down the halls and have everyone look at you even though they might not be looking at you have you ever felt like they were? Well, that’s how I feel….. I’m black…. and it's hard as shit to live in Vermont because Vermont, unfortunately, is a pretty freakin white state. People have these stereotypes for black girls that were easy to get with or some shit like that. It sucks when your the only black person in your friend group and people in your friend group are making racist jokes and instead of someone sticking up for you they just laugh, nobody in the friend group is going to know what you feel like when that happens not now not ever. Yes, they might say “Veronica I get what your saying, that's awful”, But really they're just trying to make themselves feel better…..
Apr 17
g_rob02's picture

White Walls

How long do I have?
How long before they take over?
How long before there is nothing left?
How long do I have?

White walls closing in again.
     
          I’m not Crazy.
          I’m not.
                                  Not yet at least...

These four walls get closer and closer with every breath I take.
          The white walls press against my skin and crumple my body into a ball
                          The white walls fill my body, weighing it down.
So heavy.
              So heavy
                            that I feel myself slowly sinking into the very ground of which I walk.
These white walls are both
                                           my home and my crypt,
                                           my passion and my apathy.
          I bleed these white walls,
                      I feel them flowing through my very being
Apr 15
g_rob02's picture

Wild. Crazy.

She was a wild one.
And that's why
I loved her.
           She’d confuse me.
                     She’d enlighten me.
She brought me some of my happiest days,
       and
             Some of my saddest moments.
She was solace
She was chaos
                         She was wild.
And I dug my grave
                      trying to tame her.

I would never take back a single second
      spent with her.
I do not regret one moment
      within her hearts grasp
Some people fear the wild,
                 but I
                        embrace it.
                    For she was Wild.
             And I,
                       Crazy.


 
Apr 13

Sea of Stardust

There are myriad stories about the stars. Elaborate webs of shimmering lights with entire myths advocating them. Generations have input their opinions and theories on the history of space. But I like to think that each star has a million extraordinary stories.

    Three hundred billion stars in the Milky Way and with so many more galaxies beyond. More stars than anyone could possibly count. Ample opportunity for the people of Earth to tell their story, if we’re selfish enough to think we are the only ones.
Apr 08
Roses and Summer Dreams's picture

Oh, Spring!

April. It really is a beautiful month. Possibly my favorite. Today-75%! To think! April is also National Poetry Month. That could be another reason why I love it so much. No wonder. I suppose they chose that for a reason. Spring signifies new beginnings and most of all beauty. Poetry shares that with April. You could be someone else aside from your writing. I just can't get over spring! I love it so much! Right now I am reading Anne of Avonlea. I adore it. Anne is a beautiful writer and yet a beautiful character. Avonlea is a dream. Especially in spring. You might think it is not enjoyable-Brooklyn springs. But the thing is spring is beautiful anywhere.
 
Apr 06
Roses and Summer Dreams's picture

I Am Still Wonderful

They watch her from afar. They think she is carefree. And happy all the time. She laughs like nothing in life holds her down. Like she is a bird. But she hides her broken wing.

Her eyes always show her mood. Like a “naturally flavored dessert.” That’s what they think. (There is a tiny bit of added sugar) She has to pretend that she feels included. Or happy.

She knows that her family and friends love her. But that’s not it. She can’t love herself,her emotions or the twisted world she lives in. They don’t know.

But they might know that this is not her all the time. Not the depressed,insecure girl. That’s not all me. I am a writer, a friend and a girl with a broken wing who still will fly. Because I am loved and ready for anything that this throws at me.






 
Apr 06
PDXmarvel's picture

H E R

[unedited. also theres a cuss word yikes] 


I told myself I didn't have the right words for how I felt, and that I shouldn't try to quantify what I feel.
But the Feelings are pushing at my finger tips trying to escape, and the tears are at my eyes.

We were on my bed. dim lights on above. and I turned to her and 

She has this look on her face.

and I know she was tired.
and I know we haven't been together for long.
and I know she was a little under the weather.
and I know I shouldn't fall this easy.

But she was just. looking at me.
wide eyes.
pupils dialated.
mouth parted.

looking at me like.
like she loved me.

like I was beautiful with my tired eyes and messy hair.
like who I was, was more than enough for her.
like she was happy to be with me.
like there was no where else to be.
like there wasn't anything else on her mind.
Apr 01
thelightb49's picture

A letter to somebody I used to know