Elementary Bullies, Junior Proms.Dressed to the top of formal,Elementary Bullies, Junior Proms.1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
Gracious to the ladies they all
Took pride in adjoining arms with.
I'm so happy for those girls,
To know that they must truly
Be beautiful in their dates' eyes,
For those damned boys they love
Revoked the ability for one attendee
To lover herself enough to quit comparing.
Hello, remember me?Gazes wander in crowds,Hello, remember me?1 week ago in Emotional More Like This
passing over the faces of milling strangers with careless ease,
until there's a split second of recognition.
Ice water in the bloodstream,
a breath catches inside the chest,
and all freezes as memory long-buried resurfaces.
Hello, remember me?
I remember you.
Your face is blank, with eyes that register no emotion.
I am beneath your notice, and your gaze moves past me.
Mine, however, is fixed.
Cruel words, laughing jeers, cold silence...
It all moves about in a jumble in my brain,
and I wonder...
Hello, remember me?
Can I forget you?
Oh yes, I remember you.
Every cruelty, and every cast stone.
The fake pity and the careless strikes in the back.
You were one of many.
Always one of many.
But it doesn't mean I ever forgot where you stood.
Hello, remember me?
I wish I could forget you.
For a brief, insane, moment, I want to call out.
I want to see your eyes light up in recognition,
and I want to ask you plainly if you remember anything.
If you re
Small BeginningsA quiet girl went to visit her new neighbors one day. The mother and father were frightened when their daughter brought the quiet girl a glass of water. The new girl was careful not to spill a drop. Outside on the swings, she told the quiet girl that she was made of salt, and would melt if water touched her skin. She was so brave. Her parents burst out of the house, shouting in panic. The new girl leaped into the air, no longer a girl; she was a dragon, made of salt. She flew away. The quiet girl smiled.Small Beginnings2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
TeachersThey love to say it doesn't stop at the classroomTeachers2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But only if you listen.
Keep walking as the tasting eyes loom,
Nibbling on a sightseeing mission.
Am I still a child if I'm never heard but seen?
I always had a habit of keeping it all in my head.
A supervisor comes and directs the kid from his dream.
Maybe I should've spoken and not get in trouble instead.
The First Day - Chapter 6 - Hundreds of First DaysThe First Day - Chapter 6 - Hundreds of First Days3 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 6 - Hundreds of First Days
The grass reflected magical lights and contrasts that would be amazing to paint. I never really told you my interests, right? I was an artist, it was the only class that I was willing to try in and everything is just—normal and serene when I paint. It is like it is normal and what I am supposed to do for the rest of my life. Art is my calling, my home and comfort; my only dream.
Just like writing poems.
I glance at the rest of my surroundings. The sky was a periwinkle and the clouds were like blossom trees; the school was tall and was a big structure. No one was walking anywhere; the air spoke silence at it caresses my skin. I smile, everything is natural; everything is normal. I glaze off to the side when the sun blazed my face with burning rays. Landon sat next to me against the big tree just outside of the forest behind our scho
The First Day - Chapter 7 - Kissing DreamsThe First Day - Chapter 7 - Kissing Dreams3 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 7 - Kissing Dreams
Often I wonder if I am allow true happiness. I spent most of my life being afraid of everything around me, and now that I am older I learned to accept that maybe I deserved this. I deserved somebody telling me I was beautiful. Was I though? Did I really deserve to live? Or did fate want me to die? Was it god? Did he have some divine reason to kill me? I just want to know my purpose in life.
I have never grew up believing in god, if I did, I would have asked why I was treated differently. My mom raised us according to her beliefs, but was it really right to not teach us about religion? To not give me a hope that everything will turn out right? Why is it that when I know I am going to die, I begin to feel like I shouldn’t. Even though I had tried to commit suicide a while back?
These emotions conflict me. I feel this anger towards life and I don
AWBfA! comms presents: Mishonh from God! Ep. 5 by Episode 5: Goodbye Lucina! The Pokemon get a voice.AWBfA! comms presents: Mishonh from God! Ep. 5 by 15 hours ago in Humor More Like This
CHALLENGER APPROACHING! CHALLENGER APPROACHING!
Me: *with a paper fan in her paw* We’re still running! I’m not dead! Sorry to keep you waiting!
Pit: *pops in, sulking a bit* Hey!
Me: And guess what… Not only do I have this sweet new fan, but it’s…*slaps air with fan* OUR FIFTH EPISODE, YAY! *minor party going on*
Pit and Sudz: *blows on one of those party roller things*
Rock: *tosses confetti*
Calem: *claps once* Woot!
Rush: Bark bark!
Ness: Also guess what? Did ya hear?! Lukes an' Mewtwo are comin' back ta Smash!
Sonic: Woot! Party at the mansion in June! And Mario and Peach are throwing it! It's gonna be awesome!
Chrom: I would really like to meet those two. I've heard some of the Assists talk about them.
Lucina: Yes, this Lucas also seems like a nice person.
Calem: Say, can I come over when it happens?
Sonic: Sure? Why not?
Me: Oh yeah, while Lucina will be leaving, we will also have