LocketLocket10 years ago in Free Verse
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It holds a picture-
It holds it tight.
A picture of a teenage girl,
the girl is crying-
her soul is dying,
but this locket is not kept near the heart,
its kept behind the eye-
the eye of the girl-
the tears get bundled up inside,
inside its golden case.
For when the pain whips down on her,
her eyes will remain dry.
Choking on her own breath-
screaming out in anger
the locket just grows bigger
to hold the tears inside.
Now a giant golden heart
Formed a world that always rains-
rains the tears that where kept inside
behind the tearless eye.
So when you see her-
and looks at you with big bright eyes,
dances and sings,
and exposing the hyperness thats degraiting her reality-
Exposing the smiles that hide her pain,
you can't see beyond that
beyond the outer cover-
of the happiness mask,
beyond the locket
that hides her pain,
and her millions of tears,
her broken heart,
her empty soul,
her screams of her dying self-
Hidden in a mask-
the mask you see
Youth suicide: brutal truth.Youth suicide: brutal truth.10 years ago in Editorial
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What is it about youth suicide that propels us to be so ignorant? Is there some sort of poison that flows from the word, or are we as people just so fucking cruel, cold, and heartless that we refuse to discuss the thing that is the number one cause of death in our country? If everyone cared a little bit more, and everyone looked at it on a personal level, maybe we could reduce these numbers. Why isn't enough being done to protect this generation? I'll tell you why. Because mothers and fathers and aunts and uncles and brothers and sisters and girlfriends and boyfriends say, "It will never happen to my children, it will never happen to anyone I know, why should I care?". It isn't until youth suicide is right under their nose that they go, "Well fuck, maybe I should think about this." And then it's too late because they have already lost someone close to them, or at the least, someone that they know.
For those suffering from depression, it's even harder. They know about the seriousness of
GothGoth10 years ago in General Non-Fiction
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I don't like goths. Now, I'm not saying that I don't like the people who are goths, some of those people are my best friends and I love them all dearly. (And yes, I said love, you stupid homophobes) I just never liked the whole Goth philosophy. I hate all that crap about how they have "tortured souls" and how they "don't want people to notice them" even though they're wearing all black and have huge hair. How could you not notice them?
Come on, you have at least one in your school. Someone who had a bad family or a bad experience or other stupid shit that makes them turn Goth. Being human, I immediately judge people at first impression. We all do it, how can you not? You look at a black person and then look at a white person and go "Well, he's white and he's black." It's not racial, it's a fact.
Anyway, judging people by first appearances, I had a Goth in my Studio Art class last year. Her name was Christi, and she used to be in my elementary school in my class. She was one year older,
an isosceles love triangleIf two angles of one triangle are similar to two angles of another triangle, then the triangles are similar.an isosceles love triangle10 years ago in General Fiction
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Recalling the memory of His geometry makes me sick with longing. That's the real reason I don't call Him every night, don't spend hours stuttering out words onto paper in some tremulous imitation of a love letter. The space I have behind conversation and human interaction is where He really lives, ready for me any time I need to remember. I don't even have to close my eyes before His own stare back at mine, revealing the storm clouds and stars that hover around His midnight-black pupils. The angles of His eyebrows, the slope of His nose, the arches of His eyelashes, the degrees of His gait, the radius of His smile when He sees me, the surface area of His strong embrace; sometimes the formulas back me into a corner where I try to understand, try to meticulously calculate every possible equation. I never solve for the answer before I snap out of my stupor, realizing His abs