In a Little Girl's MindThere sits the girl with the things in her eyes
Monsters, destruction, and sweet butterflies
Hopscotch and daisies, surrounded by screams
Beautiful dresses now torn at the seams
Crayons and paintbrushes, villains and grins
Young, gladsome innocence, hatred and sins
Little red houses on roads left to fade
Gorgeous moonlight shining off of the blade
Blood pouring out as she cries her own name
Knowing she's forced to take each bit of blame
She could have stopped it and left it behind
All of these things in her troubled young mind
She could have saved them if she dared to try
Rather, though, she left herself there to die.
Now, others watch as she sits on the ground
Keeping their distance and letting her drown
In her own worries and things she won't tell
Waiting for her mind to kill her as well…
OC Reality TVShow Writing MemeReality TV Show Writing Meme!OC Reality TVShow Writing Meme5 years ago in Memes More Like This
- Choose 6 OC's.
- Put your OC's names in list of numbers and answer the questions with your OC's names instead of the number, write at least 100 words to answer.
- Once an OC is evicted, you must choose the next consecutive number to fill in the question. E.g. If  is evicted, choose . If  is evicted, go back round to .
1. Welcome to the House! Introduce the OC's and what their luxury item would be.
2. There are 3 bedrooms, 1 with 2 double beds, 1 with 2 single beds and 1 with only 2 matresses on the floor. Who pairs up with whom, is there an argument over who should get the better room, and how is this resolved?
3. Now they've decided where they're sleeping, they make their way to the living room but find that it is empty expect for a few large and heavy boxes which hold the furniture which  and  have been told to put together within a time limit, how well do they do?
4. The furni
This is a PoemThis is an exposition.This is a Poem5 years ago in Other More Like This
This is a shocking simile.
This is clever repetition, a hint at the title.
Here is some personification, maybe of something like a telephone or a dying rose.
Here is an allusion to my non-conformity. (This poem was written on the back of a receipt for Pad Thai and Cherry Cream Soda.)
Here, we have an irregular rhyme scheme to push the point that anything can be poetry.
This is sly juxtaposition. (Oh, so that's what the title means!)
This is a metaphor for a heartbroken, society-induced identity crisis; in so many (too many) words.
This is a poem, believe it or not.
(Why are you still reading?)