Poetry In a Journal... Sorta.I'm Sorry
I'm really, truly SORRY
A billion times won't work.
Or WON"T it?
Oops... No, really, I'm sorry.
A klutz? That I am, All I can say is sorry.
I broke your heart?
I'll fix it up again?
I'm really good with stitches.
Will you still be my friend?
I ruined your life?
Oh no, Sorry!
Will this washing machine work?
This bleach removes the stains...
It takes away the quirks!
A million time, I know. But I mean what I say.
I'm really, truly SORRY!
Am I hard to forgive?
You don't want to hear my sorry?
I completely understand.
But you don't.
That was rude? I'm not sorry.
It was the the truth. Indeed. Did you hear what I said?
I'm sorry, let me tell you what I meant instead.
I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm really truly sorry.
All the times I apologized, all the times I admitted my lies: sorry.
All the times I wanted to say: I love you, please. WIll you stay?: I'm sorry.
I hurt your feelings, I stomped on your heart. But all I
Things I LOVE:
Being a Couch Panda
Racist People--BIG NONO!!!please please please don't take offense to this if you're white... please? i dont wanna be mean, but...
Listen to this!
A white man said,
'Colored people are not allowed here.'
The black man turned around and stood up. He then said:
"Listen sir... When I was born, I was BLACK.
When I grew up, I was BLACK,
When I go in the sun, I'm BLACK,
When I'm cold, I'm BLACK.
But you sir.
When you are born you are PINK,
When you grow up, you're WHITE,
When you're sick you're GREEN,
When you go in the sun you turn RED,
When you're cold, you turn BLUE.
And you have the nerve to call ME colored?'
Dungeon Angel - Chapter One
I sat by the window, listening to the rain patter on the glass. I irritably drummed my fingers against the pane and held my chin in my palm. When would she return? It's been all week. She promised to be back after a few days. I thought in frustration. My mom had some business to take care of with Artechiga in Japan. He wouldn't leave us alone until we paid Dad's funeral fees from a while back. Didn't he understand? It was an MIA. He went Missing in Action. We don't even believe that he's dead.
I heard the soft hum of an engine below the window. Somebody was pulling into the driveway. I froze mid-peer in the window. A black SUV. I've seen a black SUV before. A sudden dose of fear spiked through my brain. I ran clumsily down the stairs, pushing my hair back with one hand and holding the banister for balance with the other. I met the door just before the doorbell rang, and two simple taps on the door echoed through the entryway.
Ding, dong, ding, dong. Dong, ding, ding, dong. I waited for
Hawkefeather - Chapter OneMitzi Fawnee ran through the woods, horrified of looking back--of what may lie behind her. She was very afraid of the Thing. It followed her everywhere: Followed her to sleep, followed her to school... And she couldn't seem to shake it's presence off of her shoulder. She tried the garlic; she tried putting the candle in the corner. But, she didn't know what the Thing is, or why it's after her. So she kept on running.
When her house finally came into view, she pushed her legs harder, and called out her brother's name.
"Jesse! Jesse help me!" She screeched breathlessly. Her voice was hard to amplify, and she could barely hear it over the roaring in her ears. She didn't know how loud or quiet her voice sounded. But it must have been loud enough, for Jesse busted out of the door, spatula in hand. Mitzi held out her hand, as if it would get her to safety faster. Swallowing back the dryness in her throat, she screamed her brother's name once more before tripping and falling over a root protr
Become One wih the Trees - Chapter One
Become One with the Trees
Chapter One – Everleigh Cambridge
Everything seemed different today. Have you ever gotten that feeling where you knew something odd was going to happen? Odd enough that it were to become something life changing? This hit me like a frying pan upside the head. Starting from the way my alarm clock woke me up this morning.
The startling tone blared obnoxiously loud, leaving my ears ringing after I slammed my hand once again on the snooze button. My eyes dragged over to the little cedar wood nightstand to my right, and glanced at the clock. The blinding red numbers read 5:15 AM. With a sigh, I sat up and squinted out the window. The sun rose slowly above the trees.
"Don't wanna do your job either, huh, Mr. Sun?" I croaked, pointing out its rather slow pace. I would get pretty bored of rising every day after a millennium of doing the same thing too.
Blurs of pink and orange spotted through the cloudy morning, causing a blanket of odd colors to hang over the still sn
Just Let Me DieLet me die with dignity
It's the least that you could do
I dug this grave for me
But you can lay here too
And, no, it's not your fault
You don't have to say goodbye
This blood is on my hands
So don't you even try
I can't get a fresh breath
Your words hanging in the air
As still as certain death
But they're getting us nowhere
And you'll cry your last tear
As we lie here in waiting
Just to be forgotten
Our memory fading
Our lips press together
In one final kiss
Our one final effort
To re-right our sins
And it's here we'll die together
Just broken memories
We don't have to wait forever
To hear the angels sing
But still I beg of you
Let me die with dignity
It's the least that you could do
Unless you want to die with me...