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Just for TodayHey,
Tell you what.
Just for today,
Let's run away.
Prove to the world
That we are our own.
Take my hand because
Just for today,
We don't have to listen to anyone.
Hold on tight,
And I'll show you the path.
Because just for today,
It's just the two of us.
Close your eyes
And look to your side.
Because just for today
I am beside you,
Holding your hand.
And maybe someday,
Maybe it won't be
Just for today.
Just A Little Kindness"C'mon, finish him off!"
"Yeah, take him down! Show him what we're made of!"
"Let's go, man! Give the devil a taste of his own medicine!"
I frowned, trying to drown out all of the heckling and yelling. It was so hard to focus with the noise. I closed my eyes, clenching my fist.
This was it. It was finally my moment to shine, to take down the guy who'd been harassing me for years. All I had to do was give him one more hard punch. That was it. We'd win, and his gang would finally leave.
I let out a slow breath, locking my eyes on the pathetic man cowering beneath me. All of his buddies had taken off after seeing the backup we had, leaving him on his own.
"Please " Came the whispered begging, "Please No more "
I no longer felt fear strike through me when I looked at him. None of the loathing and hate either. Just pity.
Pity for the coward under my mercy.
Why was I so afraid of him in the first place? He had nothing but intimidation and look where that g
Beautiful SoulAll those words you say about yourself,
When you say you're not a good person,
All that nonsense that comes out of your mouth,
I never believe any of it.
I know you.
You are a kind and sweet person.
But you only show this side to the select few you hold close to your heart.
I don't think even you see it.
It is something subtle and quiet,
And yet still strong and steady.
It's so beautiful.
Those people who assume and judge at first glance,
They don't see the precious thing they have right in front of them.
Deny it all you want.
I'll argue with you all day and night about it.
I see this precious person I have in front of me,
And I'm not letting go.
A Dare for Artists EverywhereWhat writer doesn't want to share his
Thoughts, ideas, and dreams?
What painter refuses to pick up the brush
And show the world her mind?
Everybody has something to say.
Everybody has something they believe in.
So the question is
What do you believe in?
What gets your heart pounding?
What do you want to shout out to the entire world?
What do you have to say?
I have something to say.
Tell me what's important to you.
Tell me what you'd fight for to the very ends of the earth.
Tell me your dreams.
Do you want world peace?
Or maybe you just want your protagonist to make it safely home?
Do you want to make a difference?
Do you want to tell a story?
Tell me anything.
Tell me everything.
What goes through your head on a daily basis?
I want to know.
Whether it be through a few simple words, a picture, or a painting.
Let me see the world through your eyes.
I dare you.
A Friend's PresenceThe second I laid eyes on her, I knew. I could tell from the way she moved, the way she smiled at my arrival, from the very way she breathed. But mostly, I could see it in her eyes. They were dark, not a single light to them.
I was instantly drawn to her. This was not right. She never let her weakness show, especially not in public. Not like this. She was in too much control for that. I glanced around as I sat by that miserable figure, looking for anyone else who may catch her weak moment.
No one else had noticed, or maybe they couldn't. Maybe she only saved this specific pain for me, and only me. She was skilled enough to only let her emotions filter through to me, which made this situation much more urgent.
Her smile turned to one of relief, and she breathed in my scent, trying to take comfort from it. I opened my mouth to ask a question, what it was I didn't know, but she stopped me with another look.
She leaned in close, resting her head on my shoulder. I could feel the weight of i
A Traitor's Plea"Wait! Please, wait!" I ran after her, not able to keep up somehow despite the fact that she was merely walking. Maybe a part of me didn't want to talk to her, didn't want to know the truth, and kept my pace slow. I clenched my fists, gathering my courage, and finally reached her.
"Willow, Willow, please," I grabbed her arm, gently pulling her back, "Willow, please. You've been ignoring me for days. Please Talk to me."
Suddenly she whipped around, towering over me with anger in her eyes. "TALK to you?"
I cringed, knowing the worst was yet to come. But I kept my eyes on hers, knowing I deserved every terrible look and harsh word.
"Why? Why should I talk to you? After everything you did to ME!" Suddenly, as quickly as the blink of my eyes, she was standing normally again, crossing her arms and keeping a cool gaze on me, but the anger was still there, hiding behind her green irises.
"You betrayed me." Three words. Three words was all it took to cut me to the core.
The worst part was
A Letter for YouDear Reader,
You there. Yes, you. The one reading this letter. I have a question for you.
How are you?
Answer truthfully now, none of that "fine" nonsense. Believe me, I've pulled it off enough to see right through it.
Alright? Good? Terrible?
Well, here's another question:
Do you have a Valentine?
I apologize to those of you who hate that question. The ones that avoid the eyes of the questioner and murmur a quiet "No, not this year Again "
To those of you who squealed in delight or smiled at the thought of your love, I congratulate you on being lucky enough to find that special someone.
For the ones whom despise Valentine's Day and everything it encompasses, grit your teeth and bear through it, it's only once a year after all.
And to all of you who fall in between, have a very happy Valentine's Day.
But I have message for all of you, something that applies to each and every one;
To the single ones, the desperate ones, the in-love ones, the couldn't-care-les
Story of My Life(This is a paper I was suppose to write for class. Please look in the description to see what my assignment was. Tell me if you think I'm completely off.)
Who do I want to be?
This question has haunted me for as long as I can remember,
And it swirls even more rapidly in my head
As I stare at this blank paper.
Who do I want to be?
How do I want to live the rest of my life?
So many questions,
With so many different answers I could give.
But if I'm being honest,
I don't really know.
I've only lived seventeen years of life so far.
Half of it I can barely remember.
And there's still so much to see.
How could I make this decision now?
Plan out the rest of my life,
When I'm still not quite sure what it is yet.
How should the story of my life go?
I can tell you the story my parents are writing,
The one where I go to college for ten years
And become a famous doctor.
Or maybe you'd rather hear my teachers' version.
The ones who see me as the smart, quiet girl
Who sits in the back and studiously
HopeFirst it was squashed like a bug,
Trod on by a million feet,
Never to be seen again.
The despair and darkness was suffocating.
There was never to be a happy day again,
Everything was ruined.
But then .
A light appeared.
Faint at first, but growing ever stronger.
Somehow making even the air feel lighter.
There is a chance now.
Smiles can be seen everywhere and
Laughter can be heard echoing around rooms.
But something as fragile as this
Surely can't last long?
Surely it can't keep up forever.
Hope is a strange thing.
It can create amazing wonders,
But it can also be our greatest downfall.
I can only hope that it brings me up this time.
The Author and Alice.I swear that I try though even my best work is insufficient. No matter how bright and magical those thoughts are that dance around my brain, I am never fully capable to portray them to you. Not faithfully anyhow. I solely wish that I could, for these ideas of mine are so precious that they fill me with a pure sensation of happiness and glee. They dance around my mind with all their might. But for now, knowing that you love and appreciate the poor relocation of these living dreams is enough. I thank and love you for it, despite my incompetence and inability to fully comprehend what you find so great about whatever it is that I produce but just for you I enclose this:
Falling through the hole,
A sweet little girl is lost,
Gone to Wonderland.
Looking for freedom,
She is searching for herself,
With unlikely friends.
Questions are sparked,
Wondering through Wonderland,
Who's this little girl?
She's finding herself,
In the most unlikely place,
She has freed herself.
It's time to leave now,
(the good kind of) purgingdear mom,
i know i've written you dozens of letters in my life and none of them have made their way to your hands, but just maybe this one will.
because this year, i will take this paper and plunge it into the earth where not a bit of your bones rest, but roses in your memory grow. on christmas, when the rest of the world is opening presents, i will drive too fast to the ocean where you sleep. i will run barefoot on the jetties you warned me never to step on until my feet string with salt and split open from shells. and this time, i will not be a self-fulfilling prophecy. i will not tumble myself heart-first into the sea where we laid you to rest, but stand at the edge and scream above the tumult of waves and your voice carrying in the wind. i will tell you i'm sorry, sorry for every time my hands misplaced themselves down my throat and found their ways inside my skin. sorry for lining myself with morse code, and never showing you a single message. sorry for swallowing sorr
Feeling humanOpen your eyes, look at this world.
The earth itself trembles in fear,
does anybody want to hear?
Can you feel human when you see how they die?
Children abused so you can be the high tech guy,
showing our gadgets because we have nothing inside,
but from their lives of misery our eyes we hide.
Countries and lands abused, it's oh so sad.
Taking their lands for our food so we can get fat,
while they look and die of hunger and starve.
Can you feel human seeing all that?
Open your eyes, look what's around.
See the people walking down the street,
does anybody give a shit?
Can you feel human when you see what's out there?
Parents depriving their children of love and care,
leaving marks on their bodies when they can only stare,
growing to become the monsters their parents were.
Abusive men raping, disrespecting and battering girls.
Idiots full of rage, pulling women by their hairs,
Using their muscles to take what was first hers.
Can you feel human doing nothing to stop distress?
I'm crying out for you
Crying out for that smile
It has been long past due
When you promised it'd be a little while
I told you to never let go
And I would wait forever for you
But as soon as you could
You became a faded memory
I don't like to be jaded
About something I can't control
So I'll just smile and wait
Hoping for that someday
Smile, like this summer's never gonna end
Dance, till this holy night decides to end
Love, unlike you've ever done before
Live, until it's time to close that door
I woke up one morning
Your voice was gone
I wasn't that sad
In fact, I was quite happy
So I did a favor for my momma
And took a little trip to the store
When I walked past the counter
There you were with many a kind word
Let's get together again
Let's see each other some more
I want to rebuild what we had
No matter what it takes
Those words of yours
I would love to believe
If not for your eyes
They betray more then you know
I found I still had your number
I wanted to throw my phone out the door
Walking DiaryI have a little secret:
People tell me their own.
They often open to me,
If we're ever just alone.
They tell me darkest secrets
That wear upon their minds,
And I'm the first
That often hears of
Their most purely blissful times.
I rarely ask for the position
Of a walking diary,
But since when they talk, I listen,
The favorite candidate is me.
Who do you think you are?Who do you think you are?
Who are you to judge who I can and cannot be?
Who are you to decide what I should and should not see?
Who are you to say what I can and cannot do?
You're way too stuck up in your own selfish world to even tell that I love him and not you.
The pain you've caused me is sunk in way to deep
Too deep for me to even attempt to creep
Why won't you cease your endless attempts?
For you know very well that I cannot be content.
Why won't you leave me alone?
Why can't you leave my heart untorn?
Who are you?
Who are you to even dare to tell me what to do?
BeingBeing a girl
Doesn't make me
Less intelligent than you;
Weaker than you;
Less determined than you;
More vulnerable than you;
Less talented than you.
Being me makes me
Witty and persevering;
Outspoken and creative;
Original and unique;
Charming and clever;
And obviously more
Open-minded than you.
The Long Way to Say GoodbyeDear Forget-Me-Not-Eyes,
It seems like with you gone I'm wordless, like you plucked each vowel and consonant from my mouth and left me tongue tied, trying to make up a new language just to reach you. I've spent months counting the things I've done wrong and the stories I've forgotten and all the ways I could say those two words that to you, don't seem to mean a single thing.
I'm left with memories of cornstalk hair wound as tight as my nerves and a tongue like quicksilver every time I hear your name. I remember those things you said, the things I forgave you for time and time again and my eyes prickle and my hands clench, making half moons in my palms that make me think of all the stories you've read that said the moon holds magic. But fairytales don't exist and our story certainly didn't have a happy ending. Now, the moon just reminds me of nothing but the venom-laced messages you sent me late at night, the words stupidselfishhopelessI'mdone burned into my eyelids, h
Everything I Want To BeI want to write something poignant and moving.
It will make you cry and make you laugh.
It will win awards and give me prestige.
It will change someone's life.
I want to write something hilarious and heart-wrenching.
It will make and break relationships because of realizations of truth.
It will make you think differently than before you cracked open the first page.
It will make you want to read it again and again and again.
I want to write something that means something.
It will be translated into language after language, copy after copy published.
It will be read in schools, but the kids will actually enjoy it. Even after the thing is analyzed to death.
It will make them stop to think.
I want to write something real.
But don't we all, I suppose?
Thinking in ProgressI have so many things to tell you.
So many things I want to say to you.
Words that form in my head,
Day after day.
But for some reason
I just can't seem to speak them aloud.
So instead of letting these thoughts pour out,
Allowing the sound of my voice to fill the air,
I sit in silence with you.
I really want to talk to you about them.
I really do.
But sometimes I am afraid.
So very terrified of the consequences that could come.
If I just let one of the words slip out.
My worries, and hopes, and dreams
I wish to whisper them all to you.
So what the hell is stopping me?
The same thing that stops everyone in their tracks.
But I want to
But I can't.
I want to!
Just give me a few minutes, a few seconds.
Really, that's all I need.
Just a little bit of time to think it over.
I'll tell you everything, I promise.
I just have to remember how to be brave again.
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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