

DefensesSitting here in the hall Wanting so badly for him to call Every part of my bodyDefenses
Needing him, longing for him I grew accustomed to his touch His presence His embrace Then all was ripped away from me Without a trace The time that was spent together
So close and beautiful Is now a past memory And oh! How I want it back I would do anything for a true love like that He wouldnt even give it a chance I asked for his companionship I asked for his hand I asked for anything at all With no feeling in his eyes All that he replied &nbs


untitled storyIt was as if all she could think about was Him and food. Both things had been quite hard to come by lately. Her mind drifted lazily that early morning, wondering if today was to be a good day. The view from the window was bleak and lousy with the morning fog. "Today will be a good day after all." she explained to no one in particular. No one at all. Her stomach grumbled and life flooded back into view. She rose from her chair and headed tword the kitchen. She knew that there was nothing edible in those damned cupbords, but it never hurt to look. She approached the tall cherry-wood pantry and opened the door. Dust willowed out, as if to laughuntitled story


Untitled 2The tears came as i wept, pain flooded over me as a wave sweeps over the grainy sand. My hand comes to the rescue, clearing my salty sorrows. I tried to swallow, but my throat closed, as if trying to kill me, trying to take me from this pain. No! I wont let it, not now. That would be giving in, letting the pain control me. Pain is not my captor, not my ruler. I rule it. Although it comes and goes when it pleases, it can not take me. My head screames, my heart wispers, my hands tremble and my eyes glaze. It has taken me, taken me from this place. My fight is over. The battle is done. I have lost. Pain has won. Goodbye...Untitled 2


Untitledive been sitting on the beach just looking at the cool water sparkle from the suns reflection. the swift breeze carries my hair, and the salty taste in my mouth is no longer foreign. there are people who run before me, with glittering eyes, and a happy grin. dogs bark, and waves crash, my eyes travel over the horizion. boats speckle the big blue. i sigh, not aware that people around are starting to wonder, wonder why this young girl, only of 15, is sitting alone looking so meloncholy. Oh well, they think, she has no meaning to me, she is just a person, one of 6.5 billion. a child yells and breaks my trance. i stand, uneasy on my own two legs.Untitled
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"the biggest crime is being ashamed of the color of your skin"
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"the biggest crime is being ashamed of the color of your skin"
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1+1 is 2, 2+2 is 4, add one more go go go!!
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