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Always rememberedAs sunlight fills my room, I sit up and clutch my pillow tight. Today is the day, I thought to myself. It has to be today..or maybe not. I jump at the small knock on the door. "Sis, we are leaving now." says a tiny voice from the other side of the door. " ok have fun with mom and dad and Chris! call me and take lots of photos ok?" "OK!" as every step he took to the sound of the car door slam and the engine starting I could feel my heart pumping louder and louder. " what am I going to do?" Another jump to the sound of a bell. It's just my phone I said to myself thinking that would calm me down.
"where the hell are you?"
"At home why?"
"Is he there with you?"
" oh that stupid Brandon kid! the one from you birthday party, the one you were all over in front of me, how could you?"
"what are you at-"
"Don't BS me babe! I know you like him and I will fu-"
Ouch, I thought to myself. That doesn't feel good. Ouch! I clutched my stomach as I fell to the floo
September 11Another day at the office. It is a cold Tuesday morning coming into the same building, going to the elevator, and ask the nice man who's always in a rush to get to his floor. Press 77 please? Finally I get out of the crowded elevator and go all the way across the room to my small and quite suffocating cubical. All I can hear is my coworkers talking about what they are doing this week or what they are planning to do this weekend. I can smell the coffee being brewed a few cubicles down. Yup! It was a normal day at work and nothing has seemed to change.
Then Brad comes up to me to talk about his crazy mother; pestering him about his bills and him finding a wife. "I don't know why she's always saying, find a nice wholesome girl. I'm not 5 years old and I know God will find me someone. You know one of these days I will- CRASH!!!!!! What in the world? What was that? I couldn't hear a thing. What's going on? Screaming, moaning, people in fear. Brad helps me up, "are you ok, Debra?"
Rain on meMelody ran and ran. She can feel her heart banged against her chest like its trying to escape. But that's what melody was trying to do. The scene played over and over in her mind like a video camera on a loop. " why are you always yelling at me and crying." he said standing and looking at her pace back and forth. " Because all you do is sit in front of your computer and dont even pay attention." She said yelling at him. " its like I'm not even here, you just ignore me or expect me to be happy at the fact that I am sitting watching you loose brain cells." she said trying to hold back tears. He stood there in utter silence. She begged for him to say something in her mind. He took a huge sigh and then said, " Look, my mind is somewhere else, all i want to do is other stuff and well, you're not my main focus right now ok?" She shook her head and tried to erase that memory. She kept running and slipped on a wet part of grass. She feel right on her back and groan when she hit the ground. She
Hate sick daysSelena rolls out of bed to see that she has slept in all day. A rush of coughs come out of her mouth like a crazed stampede of cattle. She struggles for her bottle of water laying on the nightstand. She gulps down the water like she hasn't drank in days. After taking the bottle now empty from her lips she let out a huge sigh. She collapsed back into bed and lied there. The door opened. "Babe? you awake?" "Shit its Brad."she quickly looks into the frame to see how she looks. Horrible obviously. she tries to straighten out her hair and put herself in a position that she will look sound asleep and pretty at the same time. He comes into the bed room with a paper bag and a chill across his face. " Babe? you awake?" he said gently waking her up. She pretends to be groggy and look at him bewildered. "oh hun..hi" she says with a half smile. " hey beautiful, how are you feeling?" he said rubbing her sweat from her head with a cloth from his pocket. " I'm ok..still dizzy an
Baby its cold out thereThe snow came in pretty fast and stay long here in the east cost. Melody walked into her freezing apartment and dropped all her school stuff on the living room floor. She looked around her empty apartment and sighed. She walked over to put her keys into the bowl by the door. As she takes off her jacket she presses the button on the answering machine. *Beep* " Hey babe, its me. Just wanted to tell you I'm going to sleep at my place again for another few weeks. I'm sorry I promise I'll visit tomorrow when I get a chance. Hope everything is good. Kay Bye" *Beep* "You visit but it's just going to be another awkward and hopeless conversation." She thought to herself as she takes off her shoes. Stephan has been away for work and he was supposed to be moving in 2 weeks ago but sadly has been delayed. She went into her room and grabbed her pj's. She threw them on without a care and walked out towards the kitchen. Once full of life with laughter and discussion but now eerie and empty. She grabb
Prisoner of love
Prisoner of Love
Boy meets girl. They become friends then find out they like each other. Then fall in love. Date for a while. Get married and have kids. Grow old and die together. Typical romantic structure right? Not for me, just not this time. No one can get their fairytale ending. Still, the way he looked at me with his beautiful brown eyes that when the sunlight hit them just right, it could light up a room. His smile can make any gray cloud zoom away any time, any day. When I am close, I forget to breath and my heart beats like a humming birds wings. His voice as he says good night or I love you, sends a tingling sensation from the top of my neck down to my little toes. The way he sleeps on my lap after a long day and I can feel his chest moving up and down as he inhales and exhales. It makes me feel so comfortable. How I fit so perfectly into his arms every time he holds me and I never want him to let go. And no matter what we are doing I can't help but smile. When he's close to
So She DancesIts Halloween and you can hear all the hustle and bustle of the city. People of all ages are all out and about checking out the decorations and parties. Except one, Jerry Lenard to be exact. He is sitting in his apartment drawing heads for homework. He has his music blasting loud to compete with the noise outside. Then * WHAM* the door opens then shuts. " UUUGH!" says a voice in the living room. He stands and see's his girlfriend Felicia. "Babe? Everything ok?" he said coming closer but at the same time keeping his distance. " NO! those stupid girls have the nerve to tell me I can't come to the Halloween party because they all of a sudden don't like me! WHAT IS THAT????" Jerry watched as she paced the room murmuring to herself. Then she turned to him and said "What did I do to deserve this?" "nothing babe" "RIGHT?! so why the hell did they do that?" while she ranted on he could hear his music from the other room and it was one of her favorite songs. " I mean I kno
THE ONEThere is always that ONE
the ONE who gets you
is it the eyes?
those eyes that see into your very soul
how cliche. ...
how about those eyes that when mad it makes you feel so small and frail
if sad it makes your very heart sink to the abyss of your stomach
Or maybe its the mouth?
the way the lips form the perfect shape and comfort that mine receive when we kiss
or when he smiles how the happiness slowly travels from one corner to show the gleam of white teeth then to the opposite corner.
Or maybe its the hands?
the big fingers that overtake but are perfectly interlace with the spaces of mine.
or how the finger tips slowly trace the outline of my body like the tip of a pencil on paper about to start a drawing of the human body. how they send chills as if someone is stroking feathers all over but sends my body into utter shock and all i can do is beg for more.
Or the arms and legs?
How i can perfectly fit into his arms and know from the point of contact that i feel com
Found Love"See you tomorrow Gary!" "Yeah, see you!" Gary walks down the hallway with his ipod, blasting music in his ears. After the first song stops he hears something odd coming from the other hallway. "Hello?" he can still hear but louder. " Hello? Anyone there?" concerned he took off his headphones and tucked it away into his backpack. He saw at the very end a girl, sitting on the floor. "Angel?" She looked up and gasped. You can tell that she had been crying from her red eyes and make up running down her rosy cheeks. "Yes?" she said in the softest voice. "Hey, you alright?" "yes, I'm fine." as she hastily wiping her tears. Gary sat down next to her and put his backpack down and took out some tissues. "Here" "Thank you" She wiped up the left over marks from her mascara. "you are a horrible liar." he said with a smile. She looked away trying to hide a tiny smile. " Please, lets talk?" She looked down and said " Shane broke up with me. He called me a slut and said i shoul
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
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