Life throws obstacles at each of us
We choose to jump
Or we will fall
Then we have to face the bruised knees and mend the torn up hearts thrown carelessly on the floor
You can’t piece back a life with a new valve to keep our emotions pumping
You can’t mend what cannot be physically broken
We cannot count the tears that we cause others to fall
We cannot hide in our own warped misery that we others created
Mistakes mould you into a clay sculpture of who you are
Even with imperfections
Every single sculpture is unique
A little abstract
Even if someones seems perfect
They most likely have the most abstract sculpture
Behind their glorious façade
Learn, grow, be who you are
If things don’t work out
Better things will fall into place
Remember
Even the most accomplished sculptor made a hell of a lot of screw-ups
Before he created his
Masterpiece
Mould your own sculpture
With your own raw hands
Because you’ve only got one giant lump of clay
Sunday, August 22, 2010
You are beautiful
Dear Granny,
You inspire me.
The lines and cervices carved deep into every layer of your skin
Tell a tragic story of a life without meaning,
Without cause
The lines around your mouth curve into a grin a mile wide
The crow’s feet around your eyes crinkle mischievously
I can see deep behind your eyes that you’re life is tragic.
It wasn’t always this way
Once she was a girl, with a poetic heart and a pure unburdened soul with a mind full of tranquil thoughts untainted by society
That was before
Her morals where unbreakable and her mind buzzed with thoughts of a new day, a new chance,
Optimism
She wasn’t just your typical beauty,
She radiated love, femininity, and an inner beauty that could be seen for a mile around.
That was before.
She met him and fell in love with his kind eyes and his soft spoken words
His flawless mind-set and his ability to charm her with his eyes closed
They danced, they spoke, they laughed, and they kissed.
They didn’t get their happily-ever-after.
That was before
He grew and his kind eyes were replaced with evil glares and his unspoken words often turned sour at the tip of his tongue
Hi mind-set was replaced with a cruel emptiness
His charm ran away with the smile he once bared
They sat in silence, he grimaced and he took advantage of that girl,
With the poetic heart.
She couldn’t leave or say good-bye because she hoped and begged for him to return, her prince in charming who had swept her off her petite feet
She had come to learn that he had ran off to a far away land
A place she could not find in this reality
That was before
With every potent year came another line signifying
The hurt that ran deep inside her kind heart
The scars lay bare reminding her that the hurt wasn’t just mental
It ran through her clenched veins, her thrumming heart and her punctured will
Seconds became minutes
Minutes became hours
Hours became days
Days became months
Months came years
Years became a lifetime
For a lifetime she waited for her solider clad in shining armor to save her
From the fate she bestowed
‘Come back to me’ she would pray with her hopes soaring
She prayed to the holy gods continually hoping for their blessing
It was not meant to be
She waited too long
For her prince wasn’t coming down this path anymore
He was gone and she couldn’t let go
Of the future with him she had never had
Or never did have
The beautiful youthful girl is still in there
Hidden behind a life time of hurt
Her soul is still untainted and her laugh still holds the same twinkle
She inspires me
She can live through so much hatred and pain
And still live her life as if every day is a blessing.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Sunday, July 18, 2010
David- Challenge
This is a challenge for me and every one who is willing to try it.
the challenge is this to write one piece of writing every day for one year this will start in three days(make take longer) for me to think up some rules for myself and any one willing to try. I will post these rules here and on my personal blog when it gets started.
The challenge may change to once a week but I am still not sure.
well to all who have read this thank you,
David
Saturday, July 10, 2010
im sorry!
One Way or Another by Chloe Collins
Sometimes I feel like your the only one who cares. The littlest things you say, have the biggest meanings to me. All of my friends are changing. Leaving me behind in emptiness. I wish I could brush it off. Just like they do me, But I can’t seem to let them go. Because when they were the ones who helped me through everything, they meant the world to me. And now I feel like I barely know them. People change. People fall in love. People fall out of love. People die inside. People just drift away. There are so many things I wish I could change. Like the way your my best friend, though you treat me like shit. Like the way I was completely faithful to him, and he left for her. The lying cheating girl who he just can’t seem to get over. Like the way they feel like they can boss me around, like im a peasant. In a way of hierarchy, there are leaders and followers. I’ve chosen to be a leader. To be able to make new friendships, and be the honest truthful person I am. And they've chosen to follow. Fall into the dark pit of lies and fakes that everyone seems to know, but everyone seems to hate. And they seem to lose care for the people who have been there for them through all their troubles. Which brought me to the conclusion-It seems like your the only one who cares.
I had to fix it up a bit because I made lots of mistakes and contradictions haha. It's pretty old, not great, but I guess it works lol. i apologize for not posting lately. ive been working at a summer camp, and i still have 2 more weeks.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Kayla-The Cold Hard Truth Last Part
This is the last of my story The Cold Hard Truth. I have two endings for it, and I would love if people would comment and tell me what they thought of the story and which ending they liked more. Thanks for reading this, and if you comment, double thanks. (:
Happy endings are majorly overrated.
My dad, Officer Greggory, looked surprised. No, not surprised, he looked floored. He couldn’t believe that I had found out his dirty little secret. Little did he know that I knew this whole town’s dirty little secret. It didn’t take a lot of digging under the surface to realize what it was.
“How did you find out?”He asked me quietly as if he was afraid that somehow through the thick walls of the small interrogation room that someone would hear the best officer in town’s secret.
“Isaac and I would spend most of our days digging into our background. We knew we had a mother and father, we just didn’t know who it would be,”I answered with a grim look on my face. We hadn’t just found that out,”And imagine our surprise when we found out that our father was the town’s best officer, and that he had sex with the town’s craziest crazy.” My father looked like he was about to puke.
“So you knew your mother was,”He let the sentence trail off, not wanting to finish it. I finished it for him.
“Was crazy? Yes, we knew, but we didn’t know how crazy she was till we went and visited her. She didn’t even know we existed, did you know that? She said that for nine months she had been with the aliens in some private ward in the hospital. Were you the aliens? Did you lock her up?”I questioned him angrily, I could feel myself starting to snap.
“It was for her own damn good! She would have hurt you kids! We knew that, it was why she was put into a private ward,”My dad yelled at me, trying to get the point across. Too bad I still wasn’t finished, so I didn’t listen.
“I was different though, right? That was why grandma always kept a shorter leash on me? Because I was different than Isaac. I have what mom has! I have it,”I yelled back at him with all the strength that I could possibly muster. My dad quieted. I was right. There was something wrong with me. I was destined to be the town’s next loony. “What did mom do to get put there?”I asked my dad. He shook his head, and I asked again louder.He finally answered.
“She killed her brother,”My dad muttered quietly. It ran in the family, the craziness did. It was always in the girls though. The girls always had it. The boys never knew what happened till the last moment. I hid what I had found from Isaac. I knew what would happen, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to control it.
“Isabella, what happened to your brother?”My dad asked, and I let out the craziest laugh in the world.
“I killed him. I just snapped completely. He was in his room playing that damn Guitar Hero game so loudly, and I couldn’t take it. I just couldn’t take it anymore, so I went to the kitchen and got a knife. I walked to his room and stabbed him. Stabbed him so many times that I finally lost count, and you know what? I had a grin on my face the whole entire time,”I said and watched as my dad looked disgusted with me. I smiled at him and sighed contentedly,”You don’t know how good it feels to get that off my chest, dad.” My dad’s face twisted into anger.
“You are no daughter of mine,”He then ran out of the room, slamming the door behind him loudly. I laughed, and laughed, and laughed.
Six years later. Ending number one.
“Have you heard?”The old woman asked the group of ladies at her table that were all playing Canasta.
“Heard what?”One of them asked with mild interest.
“That girl that was put away for murdering her twin gave birth last night,”She said with cheerful smile, she loved being the one to bring up new gossip. Immediately all the old ladies started laughing and talking to each other about the news. They all had forgotten about the woman who was older than all of them sitting at the edge of the table with a grim look on her face.
“What was the sex?”The oldest woman asked the bringer of the news.
“There were actually two. A boy and a girl. Can you believe it? She gave birth to twins!”The woman replied gleefully. This immediately brought smiles to their faces at the new realization. The old woman who had asked stood up quickly from the table and started to walk to the phone when she keeled over, dead. But none of the women had missed her last words.
“It has started again.”
1 year later. Ending number two.
“Isabella, you have a visitor,”A voice roused me out of my thoughts, and I looked up to see my partner in crime. They smiled at me, and sat in a chair next to the one that I was in. I had been in the damn mental hospital for a while now, and I swear that it was driving me more insane than I was.
“I was wondering when you would come,”I said as I smiled at them. They patted my knee gently.
“Patience, dear. I had to wait till it wouldn’t be suspicious,”They answered and I nodded.
“So you see? I was loyal to you in the end. No one knows that you were the one that killed Isaac, they all think I did. You better be glad that my mom had that mental history, other whys the story would have been harder to convince people,”I said with a grin as I felt like I had done a fantastic job.
“You were wonderful, I’m so glad you were loyal to me, Isabella,”They said with a smile.
“No problem, Ruth.”
Happy endings are majorly overrated.
My dad, Officer Greggory, looked surprised. No, not surprised, he looked floored. He couldn’t believe that I had found out his dirty little secret. Little did he know that I knew this whole town’s dirty little secret. It didn’t take a lot of digging under the surface to realize what it was.
“How did you find out?”He asked me quietly as if he was afraid that somehow through the thick walls of the small interrogation room that someone would hear the best officer in town’s secret.
“Isaac and I would spend most of our days digging into our background. We knew we had a mother and father, we just didn’t know who it would be,”I answered with a grim look on my face. We hadn’t just found that out,”And imagine our surprise when we found out that our father was the town’s best officer, and that he had sex with the town’s craziest crazy.” My father looked like he was about to puke.
“So you knew your mother was,”He let the sentence trail off, not wanting to finish it. I finished it for him.
“Was crazy? Yes, we knew, but we didn’t know how crazy she was till we went and visited her. She didn’t even know we existed, did you know that? She said that for nine months she had been with the aliens in some private ward in the hospital. Were you the aliens? Did you lock her up?”I questioned him angrily, I could feel myself starting to snap.
“It was for her own damn good! She would have hurt you kids! We knew that, it was why she was put into a private ward,”My dad yelled at me, trying to get the point across. Too bad I still wasn’t finished, so I didn’t listen.
“I was different though, right? That was why grandma always kept a shorter leash on me? Because I was different than Isaac. I have what mom has! I have it,”I yelled back at him with all the strength that I could possibly muster. My dad quieted. I was right. There was something wrong with me. I was destined to be the town’s next loony. “What did mom do to get put there?”I asked my dad. He shook his head, and I asked again louder.He finally answered.
“She killed her brother,”My dad muttered quietly. It ran in the family, the craziness did. It was always in the girls though. The girls always had it. The boys never knew what happened till the last moment. I hid what I had found from Isaac. I knew what would happen, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to control it.
“Isabella, what happened to your brother?”My dad asked, and I let out the craziest laugh in the world.
“I killed him. I just snapped completely. He was in his room playing that damn Guitar Hero game so loudly, and I couldn’t take it. I just couldn’t take it anymore, so I went to the kitchen and got a knife. I walked to his room and stabbed him. Stabbed him so many times that I finally lost count, and you know what? I had a grin on my face the whole entire time,”I said and watched as my dad looked disgusted with me. I smiled at him and sighed contentedly,”You don’t know how good it feels to get that off my chest, dad.” My dad’s face twisted into anger.
“You are no daughter of mine,”He then ran out of the room, slamming the door behind him loudly. I laughed, and laughed, and laughed.
Six years later. Ending number one.
“Have you heard?”The old woman asked the group of ladies at her table that were all playing Canasta.
“Heard what?”One of them asked with mild interest.
“That girl that was put away for murdering her twin gave birth last night,”She said with cheerful smile, she loved being the one to bring up new gossip. Immediately all the old ladies started laughing and talking to each other about the news. They all had forgotten about the woman who was older than all of them sitting at the edge of the table with a grim look on her face.
“What was the sex?”The oldest woman asked the bringer of the news.
“There were actually two. A boy and a girl. Can you believe it? She gave birth to twins!”The woman replied gleefully. This immediately brought smiles to their faces at the new realization. The old woman who had asked stood up quickly from the table and started to walk to the phone when she keeled over, dead. But none of the women had missed her last words.
“It has started again.”
1 year later. Ending number two.
“Isabella, you have a visitor,”A voice roused me out of my thoughts, and I looked up to see my partner in crime. They smiled at me, and sat in a chair next to the one that I was in. I had been in the damn mental hospital for a while now, and I swear that it was driving me more insane than I was.
“I was wondering when you would come,”I said as I smiled at them. They patted my knee gently.
“Patience, dear. I had to wait till it wouldn’t be suspicious,”They answered and I nodded.
“So you see? I was loyal to you in the end. No one knows that you were the one that killed Isaac, they all think I did. You better be glad that my mom had that mental history, other whys the story would have been harder to convince people,”I said with a grin as I felt like I had done a fantastic job.
“You were wonderful, I’m so glad you were loyal to me, Isabella,”They said with a smile.
“No problem, Ruth.”
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
My Mixtape Is Out- Bobby
Sorry guys I haven't written in here steadily, that's just not something I'm good at haha. Well I wanted to tell you guys, that with all of my music grind, I've finally finished my mixtape! Maybe like a month ago, I told you I was working on one. It's my first mixtape, soo uhhh, go tell me whatcha think.
Thanks! It means a lot. You can check out more of my stuff at http://BobbySoRandom.com if you're not lazy hahah. Please tell me what you think!
Thanks! It means a lot. You can check out more of my stuff at http://BobbySoRandom.com if you're not lazy hahah. Please tell me what you think!
Monday, June 28, 2010
Kayla-The Cold Hard Truth Part Nine.
Title says it all, comments?!
If you have evidence built up against you, then the more you try to deny what you did, the more they don’t believe you.
I was roused out of my thoughts by a harsh, rapid knocking at my door. I dropped the knife with a squeal as the knocking had surprised me. I looked around quickly as if wondering if someone had seen what had just happened. I then shook my head at my weird paranoia and ran down the stairs to the person who was still beating the crap out of the door.
“Hello?”I called out hesitantly, scared to open the door because of all the people that it could be.
“Isabella. It’s the policeman from the murder. Officer Greggory?”Came a booming voice from the other side of the door. Had that been his name? How had I missed that? I quickly unlocked the door and smiled to the officer who was frowning back at me.
“Sorry that it took me a while to answer the door. I was resting,”I lied easily as though I had done it for some time now. Since when was I comfortable with lying?The frown on the officer’s face, if it could actually happen, got larger. I looked up to him wide, innocent eyes as he stared down at me with sorrowful eyes.
“Listen, Isabella, I know today is the funeral, but I need you to come with me,”He said and my heart sank to the floor. Oh, shit.
“Where are we going?”I asked as if I had no idea. Though I knew exactly where he would be taking me.
“You know exactly where. Now come on, Isabella,”He said and used his hand to beckon me towards the police car that was sitting in my drive way. I shook my head and suddenly bolted back further into the house after slamming the door with more strength than I had thought that I had. I heard the door slam open behind me, and I ran even faster into the kitchen. I knocked every single thing down as I ran. Lamps, tables, chairs, glasses, anything that I could get my hands on was thrown behind me to stop Officer Greggory from getting me. I didn’t even know why I was running as I slammed the back door behind me and started to run into the dark woods behind my house. The only thought that was going through my head was get away, get far far away.The thought scared me, it was as if it knew that I was guilty of something. To my knowledge, I wasn’t guilty of anything, was I? I leaned my back against a tree as I got deeper into the forest to catch my breath. My lungs burned as I breathed, and I was soaked head to toe from the rain that I didn’t even realize was falling. My body felt sore, not being accustomed to running at such a fast pace. I screamed as hands grabbed my wrists and pushed me onto my stomach on the ground. I tried to kick and squirm away, but the person on top of me weighed a lot. I felt metal at my wrists, and I felt like throwing up. I had just been handcuffed by Officer Greggory. I had been caught. It was all going to go down hill from there, I just knew it.
The ride to the police station was long and embarrassing. Officer Greggory was yelling at me about why I had ran if I was supposedly innocent. I felt like a child in trouble with their parents, and in theory, I was. Once we arrived at the station, I was literally shoved into an interrogation room by another officer. He wasn’t very nice at all because he also thought that I had offed my brother. According to all the glares I got, lots of people thought that I was guilty. Officer Greggory came in a few minutes later and took the cuffs off before telling me to sit in the chair near the table. I sat and watched as he did the same. He stared at me for a while before starting.
“Why did you kill him, Isabella? You were twins. Supposedly the best of friends. Why would you kill him?”He asked me with so much hate and regret in his voice that I shuddered. I stayed quiet, not wanting to answer all the questions. It was too much to think about. He sighed deeply at my silence and asked more questions.
“At least tell me why you ran,”He said softly as if coaxing a baby into doing something. I looked up at him with tears in my eyes. Maybe for once, I would finally tell the truth that I had hidden from everyone, even myself. Maybe I would finally tell them exactly what happened that morning.
“I was scared,”I answered truthfully. He looked amused at that.
“Why would you be scared?”He asked with a slight smile tugging at the edges of his lips.
“I was scared you would find out the truth,”I took a deep breath,”I was scared you would finally know what happened that morning, and that you would be mad, daddy.”
If you have evidence built up against you, then the more you try to deny what you did, the more they don’t believe you.
I was roused out of my thoughts by a harsh, rapid knocking at my door. I dropped the knife with a squeal as the knocking had surprised me. I looked around quickly as if wondering if someone had seen what had just happened. I then shook my head at my weird paranoia and ran down the stairs to the person who was still beating the crap out of the door.
“Hello?”I called out hesitantly, scared to open the door because of all the people that it could be.
“Isabella. It’s the policeman from the murder. Officer Greggory?”Came a booming voice from the other side of the door. Had that been his name? How had I missed that? I quickly unlocked the door and smiled to the officer who was frowning back at me.
“Sorry that it took me a while to answer the door. I was resting,”I lied easily as though I had done it for some time now. Since when was I comfortable with lying?The frown on the officer’s face, if it could actually happen, got larger. I looked up to him wide, innocent eyes as he stared down at me with sorrowful eyes.
“Listen, Isabella, I know today is the funeral, but I need you to come with me,”He said and my heart sank to the floor. Oh, shit.
“Where are we going?”I asked as if I had no idea. Though I knew exactly where he would be taking me.
“You know exactly where. Now come on, Isabella,”He said and used his hand to beckon me towards the police car that was sitting in my drive way. I shook my head and suddenly bolted back further into the house after slamming the door with more strength than I had thought that I had. I heard the door slam open behind me, and I ran even faster into the kitchen. I knocked every single thing down as I ran. Lamps, tables, chairs, glasses, anything that I could get my hands on was thrown behind me to stop Officer Greggory from getting me. I didn’t even know why I was running as I slammed the back door behind me and started to run into the dark woods behind my house. The only thought that was going through my head was get away, get far far away.The thought scared me, it was as if it knew that I was guilty of something. To my knowledge, I wasn’t guilty of anything, was I? I leaned my back against a tree as I got deeper into the forest to catch my breath. My lungs burned as I breathed, and I was soaked head to toe from the rain that I didn’t even realize was falling. My body felt sore, not being accustomed to running at such a fast pace. I screamed as hands grabbed my wrists and pushed me onto my stomach on the ground. I tried to kick and squirm away, but the person on top of me weighed a lot. I felt metal at my wrists, and I felt like throwing up. I had just been handcuffed by Officer Greggory. I had been caught. It was all going to go down hill from there, I just knew it.
The ride to the police station was long and embarrassing. Officer Greggory was yelling at me about why I had ran if I was supposedly innocent. I felt like a child in trouble with their parents, and in theory, I was. Once we arrived at the station, I was literally shoved into an interrogation room by another officer. He wasn’t very nice at all because he also thought that I had offed my brother. According to all the glares I got, lots of people thought that I was guilty. Officer Greggory came in a few minutes later and took the cuffs off before telling me to sit in the chair near the table. I sat and watched as he did the same. He stared at me for a while before starting.
“Why did you kill him, Isabella? You were twins. Supposedly the best of friends. Why would you kill him?”He asked me with so much hate and regret in his voice that I shuddered. I stayed quiet, not wanting to answer all the questions. It was too much to think about. He sighed deeply at my silence and asked more questions.
“At least tell me why you ran,”He said softly as if coaxing a baby into doing something. I looked up at him with tears in my eyes. Maybe for once, I would finally tell the truth that I had hidden from everyone, even myself. Maybe I would finally tell them exactly what happened that morning.
“I was scared,”I answered truthfully. He looked amused at that.
“Why would you be scared?”He asked with a slight smile tugging at the edges of his lips.
“I was scared you would find out the truth,”I took a deep breath,”I was scared you would finally know what happened that morning, and that you would be mad, daddy.”
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Kayla-The Cold Hard Truth Part Eight.
This is part eight of The Cold Hard Truth. Hope you all enjoy it! (:
Paranoia can drive people crazy, but what if you already are crazy?
“Y-you were the last person to see I-isaac?”I asked with a stutter that I mentally cursed myself for having. Ruth’s face twisted into surprise. It was as if she didn’t mean for that little detail to slip out from between her lips. Maybe she really thought that I wasn’t paying attention.
“Yes, I guess I was. I mean, who else would’ve seen him after that?”She asked with worry coating her voice. Why was she so worried? Was she worried that I had found out her dirty little secret? Did she think that I thought that she killed my brother? Ruth bit her lip before more words started pouring from her mouth,”You don’t think that I killed Isaac? Do you? I wouldn’t kill him. I love him. Isabella, you have to believe that I love him, and that I would never kill him.” She grabbed me by my shoulders tightly. I winced in her grip before she continued with what she was saying,”Tell me that you believe that I would never kill him.”
“I believe that you would never kill him,”I said quietly with fear in my widened eyes. To my relief, she seemed to believe me and let go of her vice grip on my shoulders. She suddenly smiled at me as if nothing had happened.
“Good, because I don’t want you thinking that I caused this,”She said and started to leave my room before glancing back at me. “I’ll be talking to you later, Isabella,”She said before she walked out. She had voiced the words as if a threat was hidden in there somewhere.
“No,”I whispered to myself quietly,”Not a threat, a promise.” I shivered at the realization before standing from my bed. I stretched a little to wake up my limbs. I then walked to the bathroom before I stared at the closed door of my brother’s room. Crime scene tape was still on the door. I didn’t even read it as I opened the door slowly. I walked to my brother’s bed, and I suddenly shivered as a gust of wind flew into the room and looked to the open window. Why was it open? I walked slowly over to it and closed it before moving the latches so it was locked. I turned around only to be met face to face with my brother’s ghost.
“Look under the mattress,”Isaac told me in a deadpan voice. I was frozen in the spot that I was in. I couldn’t move at all. My brother seemed to notice this and hissed,”Do it!” I immediately started to walk over to the bed and looked to see that he was still there, watching me. I pushed the mattress aside and gasped softly at what was under it. A blood stained knife was lying there. I put my hand over my mouth and looked to my brother. His gaze was fixated on the knife. I looked back to it and reached out to touch it. I picked it up and held it in my hand.“Do you remember now?”My brother’s monotone voice snapped me out of my trance, and I looked to him.
“Remember what?”I asked with more confidence than I thought I had.
“Do you remember how you killed me?”He asked before he disappeared, leaving me to wonder why he kept thinking that I was the one to kill him.
Paranoia can drive people crazy, but what if you already are crazy?
“Y-you were the last person to see I-isaac?”I asked with a stutter that I mentally cursed myself for having. Ruth’s face twisted into surprise. It was as if she didn’t mean for that little detail to slip out from between her lips. Maybe she really thought that I wasn’t paying attention.
“Yes, I guess I was. I mean, who else would’ve seen him after that?”She asked with worry coating her voice. Why was she so worried? Was she worried that I had found out her dirty little secret? Did she think that I thought that she killed my brother? Ruth bit her lip before more words started pouring from her mouth,”You don’t think that I killed Isaac? Do you? I wouldn’t kill him. I love him. Isabella, you have to believe that I love him, and that I would never kill him.” She grabbed me by my shoulders tightly. I winced in her grip before she continued with what she was saying,”Tell me that you believe that I would never kill him.”
“I believe that you would never kill him,”I said quietly with fear in my widened eyes. To my relief, she seemed to believe me and let go of her vice grip on my shoulders. She suddenly smiled at me as if nothing had happened.
“Good, because I don’t want you thinking that I caused this,”She said and started to leave my room before glancing back at me. “I’ll be talking to you later, Isabella,”She said before she walked out. She had voiced the words as if a threat was hidden in there somewhere.
“No,”I whispered to myself quietly,”Not a threat, a promise.” I shivered at the realization before standing from my bed. I stretched a little to wake up my limbs. I then walked to the bathroom before I stared at the closed door of my brother’s room. Crime scene tape was still on the door. I didn’t even read it as I opened the door slowly. I walked to my brother’s bed, and I suddenly shivered as a gust of wind flew into the room and looked to the open window. Why was it open? I walked slowly over to it and closed it before moving the latches so it was locked. I turned around only to be met face to face with my brother’s ghost.
“Look under the mattress,”Isaac told me in a deadpan voice. I was frozen in the spot that I was in. I couldn’t move at all. My brother seemed to notice this and hissed,”Do it!” I immediately started to walk over to the bed and looked to see that he was still there, watching me. I pushed the mattress aside and gasped softly at what was under it. A blood stained knife was lying there. I put my hand over my mouth and looked to my brother. His gaze was fixated on the knife. I looked back to it and reached out to touch it. I picked it up and held it in my hand.“Do you remember now?”My brother’s monotone voice snapped me out of my trance, and I looked to him.
“Remember what?”I asked with more confidence than I thought I had.
“Do you remember how you killed me?”He asked before he disappeared, leaving me to wonder why he kept thinking that I was the one to kill him.
Friday, June 25, 2010
Ruth- No Title Necessary.
Life. Pain. They’re intertwined. No matter how perfect you claim to be, you have had pain in your life before. Everyone has. Newborns, pregnant mothers, abused children, dying grandparents, this world is filled with pain. No one can understand it all. God blesses us with free will, but along with free will comes poor and cruel minds and choices. Humans are corrupted by power. We shoot each other, fall into our friend’s arms, pretend to love for sex. We’re a mess. We kill ourselves with knifes, machinery, medicine used to heal you. It’s crap, it’s shit, it sucks. It’s life.
Then, there’s the light. There’s the sun in the darkness of clouds. When humans are proven worthy to live on this gorgeous Earth. We created sounds of joy and amusement out of wood and metal. We use our voices to create songs and glorious music. We help the homeless, the poor. We move to the steps of the world, yet we are all important in God’s sight. God looks out for all of us. He loves us all.
“Behold, a woman in the city, which was a sinner, when she knew that Jesus sat at meat in the Pharisee’s house, brought an alabaster box of ointment and stood at his feet behind him weeping. She began to wash his feet with tears and wipe them with the hairs of her head. She kissed his feet and anointed them with the ointment. Now when the Pharisee which had bidden him saw it, he spoke within himself saying, ‘This man, if he were a prophet, would have known who and what manner of woman this is that touchs him: She is a sinner.’ Jesus answered him, ‘Simon, I have somewhat to say unto thee. There was a certain creditor which had two debtors: the one owed five hundred pence, and the other fifty. And when they had nothing to pay, he frankly them both. Tell me therefore, which of them will love him most?’ Simon answered, ‘I suppose the one to whom he forgave most.’ Jesus said to him, ‘Thou hast rightly judged.’ He turned to the woman, and said unto Simon, ’Do you see this woman? I entered into thine house, thou gavest me no water for my feet: but she hath washed my feet with tears, and wiped them with the hairs of her head. Thou gavest me no kiss: but this woman since the time I came in hath not ceased to kiss my feet. My head with oil thou didst not anoint: but this woman hath anointed my feet with ointment. Wherefore I say unto thee, her sins, which are many, are forgiven; for she loved much: but to whom little is forgiven, the same love little.’ Jesus said to the woman, ’Thy sins are forgiven.’ Those sitting at the table with him began to say within themselves, ‘Who is this that forgiveth sins also?’ Jesus said to the woman, ‘Thy faith hath saved thee; go in peace.’
I think that story tells it all.
**EXTRA:
I did this post because yesterday my aunt said I would make an excellent preacher. I decided to try acting like one. I don’t think I’m quite ready, of course, but it would be fun, and I love God, so. I’ll think about it. And also, if you are not Christian, I do not apologize. I'm just voicing my opinion. :D Thanks.
Then, there’s the light. There’s the sun in the darkness of clouds. When humans are proven worthy to live on this gorgeous Earth. We created sounds of joy and amusement out of wood and metal. We use our voices to create songs and glorious music. We help the homeless, the poor. We move to the steps of the world, yet we are all important in God’s sight. God looks out for all of us. He loves us all.
“Behold, a woman in the city, which was a sinner, when she knew that Jesus sat at meat in the Pharisee’s house, brought an alabaster box of ointment and stood at his feet behind him weeping. She began to wash his feet with tears and wipe them with the hairs of her head. She kissed his feet and anointed them with the ointment. Now when the Pharisee which had bidden him saw it, he spoke within himself saying, ‘This man, if he were a prophet, would have known who and what manner of woman this is that touchs him: She is a sinner.’ Jesus answered him, ‘Simon, I have somewhat to say unto thee. There was a certain creditor which had two debtors: the one owed five hundred pence, and the other fifty. And when they had nothing to pay, he frankly them both. Tell me therefore, which of them will love him most?’ Simon answered, ‘I suppose the one to whom he forgave most.’ Jesus said to him, ‘Thou hast rightly judged.’ He turned to the woman, and said unto Simon, ’Do you see this woman? I entered into thine house, thou gavest me no water for my feet: but she hath washed my feet with tears, and wiped them with the hairs of her head. Thou gavest me no kiss: but this woman since the time I came in hath not ceased to kiss my feet. My head with oil thou didst not anoint: but this woman hath anointed my feet with ointment. Wherefore I say unto thee, her sins, which are many, are forgiven; for she loved much: but to whom little is forgiven, the same love little.’ Jesus said to the woman, ’Thy sins are forgiven.’ Those sitting at the table with him began to say within themselves, ‘Who is this that forgiveth sins also?’ Jesus said to the woman, ‘Thy faith hath saved thee; go in peace.’
I think that story tells it all.
**EXTRA:
I did this post because yesterday my aunt said I would make an excellent preacher. I decided to try acting like one. I don’t think I’m quite ready, of course, but it would be fun, and I love God, so. I’ll think about it. And also, if you are not Christian, I do not apologize. I'm just voicing my opinion. :D Thanks.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Michael Jackson Tribute- Bethany Godfrey.
This was written by my very beautiful best friend Bethany Godfrey, after the death of Michael Jackson, she was devastated after his death, as where millions of people. Please take the time to read her tribute to him, because on Friday the 25th Michael Jackson passed away. Whenever you read this, please take the time to remember the King of Pop on the anniversary of his death.
Rest in peace.
Michael Joseph Jackson Tribute
A year ago today, the world stood still with the devastating news of the death of a megastar. He was the legend of his lifetime, whose achievements set records which will stand for eternity. His music touched millions and left marks in everybody’s hearts. From the early 70’s, his music was the soundtrack to most of our lives. With a life in the spotlight and tabloids, there are many remaining unanswered questions about the controversy surrounding Michael’s untimely death. But after his passing, the world will continue to celebrate the fifty years of a genius, of a man who struck the world with his amazing talents, ground-breaking records, mesmerizing tours and performances, singles and albums. His sensational style and one of a kind dancing ability inspired millions around the world from the likes of Beyonce and Usher. Michael’s passion and dedication towards healing the world earnt him the title of the most charitable celebrity of all time. Let’s get one thing straight, Michael was not strange, having grown up in the eye of millions from the age of 4 he was automatically different. He was not weird; the things he had to deal with were weird. Michael was gifted with a talent that most of us would only dream of having, in so many ways Michael was always too good for this world and god needs to call his angels home sometimes. He had a voice like no other, he had a dancing ability never seen before, and he had a heart to die for. Not only that, he was the greatest entertainer to have ever hit the stage. There will never be anybody near as good as Michael Jackson ever again, and I will miss him every remaining day of my life. He is the legend, the hero, the icon that was and remains the king.
By Bethany Godfrey.
Thank you for reading.
Here is Bethany’s twitter- http://twitter.com/BethanylovesMJ.
Rest in peace.
Michael Joseph Jackson Tribute
A year ago today, the world stood still with the devastating news of the death of a megastar. He was the legend of his lifetime, whose achievements set records which will stand for eternity. His music touched millions and left marks in everybody’s hearts. From the early 70’s, his music was the soundtrack to most of our lives. With a life in the spotlight and tabloids, there are many remaining unanswered questions about the controversy surrounding Michael’s untimely death. But after his passing, the world will continue to celebrate the fifty years of a genius, of a man who struck the world with his amazing talents, ground-breaking records, mesmerizing tours and performances, singles and albums. His sensational style and one of a kind dancing ability inspired millions around the world from the likes of Beyonce and Usher. Michael’s passion and dedication towards healing the world earnt him the title of the most charitable celebrity of all time. Let’s get one thing straight, Michael was not strange, having grown up in the eye of millions from the age of 4 he was automatically different. He was not weird; the things he had to deal with were weird. Michael was gifted with a talent that most of us would only dream of having, in so many ways Michael was always too good for this world and god needs to call his angels home sometimes. He had a voice like no other, he had a dancing ability never seen before, and he had a heart to die for. Not only that, he was the greatest entertainer to have ever hit the stage. There will never be anybody near as good as Michael Jackson ever again, and I will miss him every remaining day of my life. He is the legend, the hero, the icon that was and remains the king.
By Bethany Godfrey.
Thank you for reading.
Here is Bethany’s twitter- http://twitter.com/BethanylovesMJ.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
MIXTAPE DROPPING
Dope Thoughts: Hail From Imagination Land [Drops July 5th] from Bobby Woody on Vimeo.
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The mixtape "Dope Thoughts: Hail From Imagination Land" Drops July 5th.
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Dillusional
Dope Thoughts
Insominac
The Prayer
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Monday, June 21, 2010
Kayla-The Cold Hard Truth Part Seven
Part seven, there is more Ruth in this one.
Sometimes we take the smallest of things, and we make it a huge deal when really, it meant nothing at all.
When I woke up, the first thing I was aware of was that I was no longer in the tent at the cemetery. I was in a bed. A soft, cozy bed that I just knew was mine. When I opened my eyes, I saw that I was right. I was in my room on my bed. I was still in my clothes that I had worn to the funeral.
“Oh, Isabella! You’re awake,”Ruth said with a small smile as she walked over to the bed that I laid on. Her eyes were full of tears and she had come from the bathroom, I could only guess that she had been in my brother’s room. I hadn’t dared to go in there since I discovered his body.
“What happened?”I asked in a hoarse voice that I could barely believe was mine. Ruth tucked some of her brown hair behind her ear before answering my question.
“You fainted. It was crazy there for a little while because everyone ran to you. Your grandmother was in hysterics till we told her that you were still breathing. You looked d-dead. I convinced her to still have the funeral, and I drove you and I back here,”She said and I noticed how she had stumbled over the word dead with some difficulty. She sighed before continuing,”I didn’t want to go anyways. I love Isaac, you know that, but I didn’t want to go to it. It would all just be too surreal, you know?” I gave a nod of my head. I knew exactly what she meant. Actually going to my brother’s funeral it different from just saying he was dead. Ruth was rambling about something, I wasn’t sure what. I felt bad for ignoring her, but I just didn’t want to listen to her talk about things when I was too busy thinking about my brother. Well, I wasn’t listening till I heard her say the words that sent a shiver of shock through my whole system,”I just hate knowing that I was the last to see him since I left that morning before your grandmother got up, so I could sneak out of the house.”
Sometimes we take the smallest of things, and we make it a huge deal when really, it meant nothing at all.
When I woke up, the first thing I was aware of was that I was no longer in the tent at the cemetery. I was in a bed. A soft, cozy bed that I just knew was mine. When I opened my eyes, I saw that I was right. I was in my room on my bed. I was still in my clothes that I had worn to the funeral.
“Oh, Isabella! You’re awake,”Ruth said with a small smile as she walked over to the bed that I laid on. Her eyes were full of tears and she had come from the bathroom, I could only guess that she had been in my brother’s room. I hadn’t dared to go in there since I discovered his body.
“What happened?”I asked in a hoarse voice that I could barely believe was mine. Ruth tucked some of her brown hair behind her ear before answering my question.
“You fainted. It was crazy there for a little while because everyone ran to you. Your grandmother was in hysterics till we told her that you were still breathing. You looked d-dead. I convinced her to still have the funeral, and I drove you and I back here,”She said and I noticed how she had stumbled over the word dead with some difficulty. She sighed before continuing,”I didn’t want to go anyways. I love Isaac, you know that, but I didn’t want to go to it. It would all just be too surreal, you know?” I gave a nod of my head. I knew exactly what she meant. Actually going to my brother’s funeral it different from just saying he was dead. Ruth was rambling about something, I wasn’t sure what. I felt bad for ignoring her, but I just didn’t want to listen to her talk about things when I was too busy thinking about my brother. Well, I wasn’t listening till I heard her say the words that sent a shiver of shock through my whole system,”I just hate knowing that I was the last to see him since I left that morning before your grandmother got up, so I could sneak out of the house.”
Meghan - "Is this an example of your finest work?"
This is a piece that I wrote for my english one teacher who retired this year. I was very sad to see him learn because he made me grow as a writer and a person. I have changed his name cause I really like my personal life to stay away from the internet at this point in time since I am a minor.On another note, My highschool uses a trimenster system, so we have 3 tris in a year. This also means you may have english 1st tri and 2nd tri or 1st and 3rd. Please leave any comments towards this. Or write something like this?
By first glance you know he's teached longer than you've been around. By the first day, you know how old school this man really is. It's more or less rhythm for this old man but to you this is new material. You come in everyday read or write for 20 minute blocks. If you're reading, he is too. If you're writing an essay or paragraph, so is he. Which is what really got me first, but not as much as he would wipe the board clean every time. Even if this man had written the best paragraph in your freshman mind. It would be gone, and he doesn't write it down.
You're suppose to come out of English IA and B with knowledge of plot lines, charcter deelopment, short stories, and novels. And two classics. But really I learned more from this wise teacher.
Yet again, I've never had a teacher like him or ever will because he is one of a kind. I've never been told to shut up in his class. Never once, even if I had jumped into him talking, which I did several times, which still shocks me? He has always been polite and respectful even when I was at my rudest. Which I seemed to be.
Respectful. I take this with me on my next three years of Highschool. Treat other how you would be treated. Therefore I want to be treated with respect.
Reasonability. This is something I lack in. I'm always full of excuses. I've learned that it's me. Me, as the student to take responabilty in my work.
Pride and value. Take pride in my work. To always turn in my best example of finest. So I can be proud. I say value. To value not loose or wait to do it.
So, Mr. English teacher what else have you taught me? Beside what I got by sitting in your class , the days I was here.
I know this isn't best educator or an award but it's an honset thank you. Thank you for what I learned this year from you. Thank you for improvig me as a writer and a person. Most of all, thank you for putting up with me everyday. All the stuff I've pulled and everything. You will be greatly missed by me, but you have influenced me to try as hard as I can because the reward is how you feel when you want to turn in that essay or project. Thank you.
This would be an example of my "best" work.
Sindearly
Meghan
Sunday, June 20, 2010
David - Chip and Tim
“I’m getting out of here no matter what,” said Chip a determined smile. Chip was born in a potato chip factory in Idaho. Two weeks after his potato chip package was open he got lost under the green couch in the Thomson’s house. Chip’s friend was a cookie named Tim.
“Hey what are you doing?” asked Tim. Tim was a Chip’s Ahoy cookie. One week ago he got lost under the couch too.
“Making a plan to get out from under here,” Chip answered. “If the boy for school leaves on Monday then…” but before Chip could finish what he was about to Tim interrupted.
“Then we can get out of here,” Tim said excitedly. This was most likely the first smart moment chip would ever have in his short live.
“Correct,” Chip said, “that gives us fifteen minuets I think.”
“What can I do?” Tim asked.
“Well first we need to see if I am right and it takes take the humans fifteen minuets,” said Chip.
That morning Chip and Tim waited form the boy and his mom to leave.
“Wow it took just thirdly minuets,” Tim said.
“So I have thirdly to set the trap. I mean plan in to motion,” said Chip with a sly grin.
Tim thought his friend would use him as bait. Just for quick moment then he knew that his friend would never do something like that. Tim was wrong.
“Are you ready?” asked Chip
“Yes, but why do I have to sit on the plate?” asked Tim.
“Just sit on it ok,” said Chip. The second the door was opened Chip ran to the door and to his freedom. Unfortunately the boy ran over chip and ran to Tim.
“Chip, help!” but Tim’s cry would never get answered.
Tim and Chip took a one-way trip to haven. Poor Tim had a fate worse than death being eating alive. Chip had a slow and painful death when he got crushed.
Kayla-The Cold Hard Truth Part Six
Part six has a new character that we all should know or at least heard of, Ruth. She's an awesome writer on this blog, who I have known for about two or three years now. I hope you all like it. :)
Schizophrenia makes it difficult to tell the difference between real and unreal experiences. So what if all of us have schizophrenia? What if none of this is actually real?
“Did you just say Isaac?”Asked a deep voice from behind me. I jumped up off the cold, hard ground to my older brother, Aaron. He looked like he could be mine and Isaac’s missing triplet. He had our blonde hair and blue eyes, so everyone knew we were related. There was no missing the family resemblance.
“This is his grave,”I said in a shaky voice trying to hide the fact that I had just seen my dead twin brother’s ghost who had told me that I had killed him when I knew for a fact that I hadn’t. He nodded, understanding taking over his features. He had on an all black tuxedo that looked nice on him.
“Come on, Isabella. You need to get out of this weather,”He took my hand and started to lead me away from Isaac’s grave. I looked to the sky having not noticed that it had started to drizzle lightly.
“Even the sky is crying,”I said quietly earning me a confused look. He had never understood my way of thinking which was very unfortunate. Once he had lead us to a huge tent, he let go of my hand. Dropping it quickly as if my hand had burned his. I ignored it and looked around the crowded tent. Almost everyone I had ever met was there. Old teachers, friends, distant relatives, people I were barely even acquainted with, all of them had shown up for my brother’s funeral. My heart lurched for my brother’s girlfriend, Ruth, who was currently crying in a corner of the tent. It had been obvious that the two were in love, and now he was gone. I looked to the opening of the tent as the policeman who had questioned me walked in. My eyes widened in surprise as I watched him walk to my grandmother and offer his condolences. I turned away only to be face to face with my dead brother again.
“Why did you kill me?”He asked and it was the last thing I heard before my eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I fainted.
Schizophrenia makes it difficult to tell the difference between real and unreal experiences. So what if all of us have schizophrenia? What if none of this is actually real?
“Did you just say Isaac?”Asked a deep voice from behind me. I jumped up off the cold, hard ground to my older brother, Aaron. He looked like he could be mine and Isaac’s missing triplet. He had our blonde hair and blue eyes, so everyone knew we were related. There was no missing the family resemblance.
“This is his grave,”I said in a shaky voice trying to hide the fact that I had just seen my dead twin brother’s ghost who had told me that I had killed him when I knew for a fact that I hadn’t. He nodded, understanding taking over his features. He had on an all black tuxedo that looked nice on him.
“Come on, Isabella. You need to get out of this weather,”He took my hand and started to lead me away from Isaac’s grave. I looked to the sky having not noticed that it had started to drizzle lightly.
“Even the sky is crying,”I said quietly earning me a confused look. He had never understood my way of thinking which was very unfortunate. Once he had lead us to a huge tent, he let go of my hand. Dropping it quickly as if my hand had burned his. I ignored it and looked around the crowded tent. Almost everyone I had ever met was there. Old teachers, friends, distant relatives, people I were barely even acquainted with, all of them had shown up for my brother’s funeral. My heart lurched for my brother’s girlfriend, Ruth, who was currently crying in a corner of the tent. It had been obvious that the two were in love, and now he was gone. I looked to the opening of the tent as the policeman who had questioned me walked in. My eyes widened in surprise as I watched him walk to my grandmother and offer his condolences. I turned away only to be face to face with my dead brother again.
“Why did you kill me?”He asked and it was the last thing I heard before my eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I fainted.
Friday, June 18, 2010
David - The School Odyssey: Book 5 The End
Our hero got to his feet and walk past many different rooms, but with out supplies he would never make it so he stopped at a room.
The second he entered a woman maybe the age of 17 greeted him, “ I am Calypso the goddess of this room.”
“I am Odysseus please give me food and water.”
“Why should I help you?”
“I have traveled far to see your beauty.”
“Really,” she bit her lip thinking if it was a a lie or not, “Bring him food and water.”
“Were are you going,” she said flipping her blond her over her shoulder.
He wanted to stay but he must go on, “No were. I am staying.” He could not resist staying.
Many minutes pasted but the hero stayed forgetting his journey and forgetting about seeing Penelope in homeroom. Until Hermes came with word from Zeus.
“Calypso,” said Hermes, “I have news from Zeus.”
“Then say it.”
“He said let Odysseus go.”
“No! I can’t.”
“It came from the big man himself.”
“If that is so then I will free him,” she said as she walked to Odysseus.
“What do you want oh beautiful Calypso,” said Odysseus
“You are free.”
“Why is your voice so cold.”
“You are free leave me. Go now.”
“Ok I’ll leave,” said Odysseus he walked pasted Calypso opened the door and walked out. The he popped his head in the doorway and said, “Hermes you coming.”
“Yeah.” As they left Poseidon’s halls seemed less hard to navigate through.
“Odysseus I must leave you here,” said Hermes as they reached the homerooms door.
“Thanks man,” said Odysseus walked to the door then a voice spoke.
“Odysseus,” it said then it got louder, “Odysseus.”
“What,” said the hero.
“Time to wake up,” with those words the hero’s world dissolved around him. He sat up in bed.
“Oh you are awake now. It is time for school,” said Odysseus’ mother.
Breaking down the door never felt so hard.
This is a horrible first post to contribute to this blog with. I'm sorry!
I promise, I'll write something fantastic soon enough.
Anyways.
Thursday night, I spent my evening conversing with an amazing singer by the name of Brendan Rivera. I felt kind of sad while talking to him about his music because he told me he had given up on all hope of making money. He said he would be poor forever, which is honestly depressing to consider. This man is.. Simply fantastic, if I may say so myself. I could sit here and tell you everything that goes through my mind, or every reason as to why I like every one of his songs that I have in my iTunes playlists. His voice doesn’t change. It sounds the same all the way through. No auto tune or any of that bullshit. No cursing, no screaming. Just music. If you could check out his music, that would make you more amazing than you already are.
Listen to his music on these sites;
Purevolume.com/BrendanRivera
Myspace.com/BrendanRiveraMusic
and BrendanRivera.Bandcamp.com
Also, on Bandcamp, you can donate a bit of money
to him and get his album "Body Of Land". Or, if you click
on the other discography, you can get two of his old songs
for free.
Interested in merchandise?
BrendanRivera.BigCartel.com
You can also preview and buy his album on iTunes. Just search “Brendan Rivera”.
You guys are amazing if you help out with this. Well.. Even if you don’t, you’re amazing for even reading this. If you consider listening to him or buying merch, that makes you amazing, too. Thank you, so much. ♥
I promise, I'll write something fantastic soon enough.
Anyways.
Thursday night, I spent my evening conversing with an amazing singer by the name of Brendan Rivera. I felt kind of sad while talking to him about his music because he told me he had given up on all hope of making money. He said he would be poor forever, which is honestly depressing to consider. This man is.. Simply fantastic, if I may say so myself. I could sit here and tell you everything that goes through my mind, or every reason as to why I like every one of his songs that I have in my iTunes playlists. His voice doesn’t change. It sounds the same all the way through. No auto tune or any of that bullshit. No cursing, no screaming. Just music. If you could check out his music, that would make you more amazing than you already are.
Listen to his music on these sites;
Purevolume.com/BrendanRivera
Myspace.com/BrendanRiveraMusic
and BrendanRivera.Bandcamp.com
Also, on Bandcamp, you can donate a bit of money
to him and get his album "Body Of Land". Or, if you click
on the other discography, you can get two of his old songs
for free.
Interested in merchandise?
BrendanRivera.BigCartel.com
You can also preview and buy his album on iTunes. Just search “Brendan Rivera”.
You guys are amazing if you help out with this. Well.. Even if you don’t, you’re amazing for even reading this. If you consider listening to him or buying merch, that makes you amazing, too. Thank you, so much. ♥
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Hannah-May- Trivial Things
Trivial Things
If it wasn’t your demonic heart
thump
thump
thump
It was your triumphant smile
You stood there with your fingers coiled
Coiled around my heart
I could see it thumping
A token of my gratitude
Sometimes I wondered
If maybe you would feel
Or maybe even notice my disappearance
Murder my ego
Puncture my being
But you will never
See me cry
Over trivial things
Like you
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