No sign of weakness can be shown;
You must show them that the person they loved to hate has grown.
They will start rumors and throw dirt on your name;
Remember you are your own person and no one is the same.
When you strut by them hold your head up high;
Show them they can’t bring you down no matter how they try.
Remember your reflection is your biggest opponent;
Don’t lose confidence, girl you have got to own it.
“Addie, you’re going to kill at that party!” Olivia squealed.
Addison blushed, trying to get comfortable in the car. She had settled for a white, lace dress that hugged her natural waist with the help of a leather belt. To complement the look, she put on a pair of black,strappy heels.
“For someone not interested, you sure do dress nice,” Olivia pointed out, raising her eyebrow.
“Hey, you told me yourself he wouldn’t disappoint.” Addison smoothed down her dress. “Besides, aren’t you the one that’s always saying ‘you never know who’s checking you out’?”
Olivia gave her a side-long look. “Yeah, but no one ever listens to me. Especially you.”
I seem to have a very difficult time writing non-fictional submissions. I seem to have an even harder time writing fictional blog posts. That’s all I wanted to share. Good day, Staff.
“You must’ve done this before, this can’t be your first time.”
I felt my cheecks beginning to burn and my stomach tie in knots.
I guess he could sense how nervous I was becoming beause he chuckled.
Slowly, we crept into his car while looking around to see if anyone was around.
Silently I sat with my hands between my legs and sighed. My heart coldn’t be controlled.
“Relax! We’re coming back, it’s just JambaJuice.”
Leaving school grounds was something very new for me. Pulling out of the parking lot sirens began to flash behind us.
The cop motioned for us to pull over and at that moment I knew I was soon to be dead.
Sometimes first times aren’t the best times.
Anyone can be a poet.
You just have to use anecdotic words,
Wear glasses and pile books in your room,
Skip to the next line
mid-sentence,
Italicize words and look artsy,
Make subtle references
To novels or jokes that only hip people understand,
And whine about everything.
The other day I
had wild sex with my ex
and it was the best
Dear (insert person’s name here),
Let me say this I don’t know who you are in reality but you’ve grown on me. First time I saw you, if I remember correctly, was with your arms wrapped around my sister. Of course I knew you weren’t going out since obviously my sister would have told me. I’ll admit my sister is quite gorgeous, beautiful even, but it got annoying since most jerks are all over her. You seemed quiet and down to earth. I don’t know how to describe it but I just had that feeling where someone like you needed to be in my life. I just ignore that feeling and walked away.
You kept appearing for some reason, I don’t know why. Eventually I found out you liked my sister just like all the other jerks. Then and there you became a jerk, a low life jerk. I don’t know why I guess because I thought you were different. I don’t know why I thought that. I thought to myself I don’t even know who you are why should I care about you, besides I don’t see you around school or have any classes with you.
As the days went by then months, I started losing that feeling, sadly now it has come back. After your disappearance I forgot about you and I didn’t try to relive that feeling where you had to be with me. I don’t know how it happened but I saw you and you talked to me. Why did you? I don’t know but I resisted that feeling where I needed you in my life, somehow it sneaked back into my heart.
Now I just admire you from the sidelines because it would be awkward to just tell you my feelings. You are no longer close to my sister therefore you became less of a jerk but your still a jerk. Now you hang out with a girl I’ve only spoken to a couple of times but I can see why you like her, that is, if you like her. Doesn’t affect me as much as it should but I still wish we had that connection.
The only good part of you are appearing is that you make me laugh but just once a week, that’s when I see you of course. But I’ll say this you’re a jerk who gets into people’s faces and doesn’t care what people think of you that’s why my feelings came back. I don’t know why I would write you this letter I guess it feels better you reading it than me telling you face to face. In the end I just need to be able to have you in my life no matter what type of relationship we have.
Sincerely,
Anonymous
The musky smell of dried ocean water clung to the walls. The furniture was covered with white blankets just as she had left it before making the seven hour trip home. It had been about a week but the days seemed to be moving extra slowly. They’d be filled with phone calls of people telling her how sorry they were and tiny Hallmark condolence cards. She’d known for a while it was coming, specially after the stroke. He was prostrated on a bed for countless days with an IV connecting him to food supplements. He was weak, his hair thinner than she’d ever remember it being and his skin an odd shade of yellow. He listened though, listened to the nurses talk, listened to the soccer game that blasted from the room across from him―he always hated soccer though― and he listened to her read. She’d pass by early in the morning before work and read news articles, movie reviews, even the classifieds. She wanted him to feel alive, to feel as much of a citizen as she was. He’d make these sounds, sort of like a car that has a busted engine, a chhh-pshht-chhh. The house seemed so much emptier without anyone home, gloomy even. The lights were off because no one was paying for electricity and the sun wasn’t shining, the clouds were so overpowering. She stepped back, took a long look at the place, her favorite vacation spot for the unbearable hot months of June, July, and August. She saw it being reduced to musty walls, covered furniture and creaky floor boards. From her pocket she pulled a camera, one of those old 60s Polaroid cameras. She snapped one picture; it was enough of a reminder.
“Ready to pack this baby in?” She heard someone ask from behind. With great effort she lifted her feet from the ground and turned towards the door.
“I’m going to miss this place.”
I feel you practically pulsing through my veins.
This addicting drink I can’t seem to let go.
Intoxicating my insides and damaging my brain.
These couple of years with you I know I can’t outgrow.
This addicting drink I can’t seem to let go.
Not anywhere near alcohol but still causing damage.
These couple of years with you I know I can’t outgrow.
Your fizzy satisfaction being the only advantage.
Not anywhere near alcohol but still causing damage.
As you go down my throat you send a warning.
Your fizzy satisfaction being the only advantage.
That my kidney might not function the next morning.
As you go down my throat you send a warning.
Intoxicating my insides and damaging my brain.
That my kidney might not function the next morning.
I feel you practically pulsing through my veins.
You bloom in the sun, as your petals boldly sway in a spring’s warm breeze.
You gleam in the rain, as heavy raindrops nourish your entire being.
You bear in the night, as the calmness and silence brings a soothing touch,
And you sprout for tomorrow, to bring future generations forward.
Let the stunning irreplaceable seeds of your rebirth fall in place, in the world.
Let the seeds be the sun in a wicked earth and be the stunning image of
beauty that will change the land,
you the mother, daughter, receiver and giver,
a flower.
“Ugh, Julian is so annoying! I can’t believe my mom and David just left me with him for a week. A week!”
“I think you’re being too hard on him. Besides, he’s cute.”
“Cute and evil. I swear he puts the devil to shame. Do you know tha—”
“Hold on, I’ve got another call… Hello? Marie? Are you there?”
“Glad you’re back, C. My ‘brother’ is currently throwing a temper tantrum. He is such a little spoiled brat! You know what; I think he holds the world record for throwing temper tantrums!”
“What? Why? What did you do to him?”
“Me? ME? Why is it always me? Do I have a sign on my head that says ‘Hey-It’s-The-Girl-You-Blame-Whenever-Things-Go-Wrong’?”
“Hey, calm down. I was just joking. Geez.”
“Eh, sorry. I’ve been jumpy lately. I mean, there’s all that work picked up from college, my step-brother to look after… I have a lot of things on my mind right now.”
“Well, that’s no reason to snap at your best friend.”
“And – wait a minute – Hey! Put that down– Julian! – Get back here – you stupid – hey, no – wait – Julian – don’t touch tha – Ahhh!”
“Marie? Marie? Oh my gosh, what happened? Marie?”
“Hey, um C? I’ve got to go. Oh, and could you bail me out of jail for killing Julian? Thanks, bye!”
“Marie?”
Searching for the words
Something in my heart to say
Something that I need to say
A: Why do I need glasses?
M: Because Scrabble can’t play itself.
Why does centripetal force point to the center of the circle?
Because I can’t spell isosceles.
If gravity stopped,
Then it will get stuck.
I used to dress only in yellow polka dots,
But now she’s the one I want.
M: Why did I choose you, Pikachu?
A: Because it’s all I can do to keep from crying.
If the dog bit you,
Then the conservation of energy would be violated.
I used to tie my shoes properly,
But now time’s almost up.
I used to dream about you,
But now all questions have been answered.
of course, situations that aren’t what you expected or desired break you. Hearing bad news breaks you. Many things can break you. How ever, it’s worse when you’re not in a yes or no situation. Basically you’re on a sway, your life could go either way. It’s bad to know something and have that be something horrible. It’s worse to not know where you are, worrying for what may not be reality. That is an odd thing. Not knowing.
A voice called my name. A familiar voice coming from a familiar face.
Quickly I pushed my way in between the crowd of people hoping to reach the exit. My head focused towards the direction I was headed, this way I’d blend in and hopefully disappear from his sight.
Droplets of sweat began to form on my forehead. The room suddenly turned hot and my vision became slightly blurred. I need fresh air.
“Anne!” it continues to yell.
Finally I’m outside and I can breathe yet, I can still hear his footsteps coming my way. As if I were in kindergarten just learning this rule I remind myself to look both ways before I cross. The light is red, which is my signal to run for it.
Across the street I walk into Shanely Park and sit on one of the benches near the trees. I sit away from the playground, away from the people, away from the kids. Away from everything just enough that it’s silent.
Day after day I would sit and think of what I would say if I ever saw him again. Day after day I would just sit and think. Those days turned into months and then I finally started feeling like myself again. However, there’s a difference between getting over it, and getting through it.
“Anne,” it was almost a whisper this time, “It’s me.” Paralyzed I didn’t say a word. Slowly he kept walking towards the bench and took the seat beside me.
“What do you want?” I managed to spit out.
“It’s been a while, I just wanted to see how you were.”
Suddenly a sudden strength entered my body, “You wanted to see how I was? Why didn’t you see how I was four months ago when you disappeared, four months ago when you just walked out of my life and didn’t bother to step right back in?”
I didn’t want to sit here and feel manipulated and weak. More than ready to go I got up and started to walk away. Instantly at my movement he grabbed my arm, a natural instinct. At his touch my body seemed to ease down and the heat from the arousing pain swiftly blew away with the wind. His hand crept up my arm to the side of my cheek and he turned my face to face his. Chills ran through my body, down my back. Pulling me in for a hug the weight on my shoulders disappeared. In one second, one hug, all my worries, my pain was gone.
Pulling away he eyes finally met mine. It there’s a word to describe them it would be intense. His hands gently laid over mine, his mouth opened, ready to speak. His parted lips seemed so perfect, his unshaven face rough; the nice kind of rough. “I’m sorry.”
It was like he was inside of me, searching for me, for my understanding.
“Do you remember we used to come here?”
At the question I flinched along with my guard preparing to fight my heart. I guess he noticed because he stopped.
“I’m sorry, I really am. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I didn’t mean to do what I did. I didn’t know..”
In mid sentence my tear ducts were all set to overflow so I lift his hands from mine and prepare myself to go. Shocked he sat up, “Where are you going?”
His confusion amused me yet filled me with an overwhelming amount of pain all at the same time. Looking back, right into his eyes. His cold, hard, black eyes that are trying to be hidden with comfort I spoke. “I rather walk away than be walked upon.” There was no change in them. There was no sign of hurt, no sign of pain, no sign of life. With that, I walked away and let go.
Looks Can Be deceiving
She seemed like a person who had it all;
But on her shoulders there was a burden she had to haul.
A smile was always plastered on her face and thought to be true;
In closed doors there lied something no one knew.
She was unhappy and had formed a bad habit over the years;
Every day she caused herself pain, while on her knees creating tears.
She just couldn’t help it but she was making herself sick;
In being perfect there seemed to be limited choices to pick.
In this world she felt so alone;
Her reflection was one that was sadly unknown.
Every day she promised herself this would be the last time;
However she’d act on instinct at the drop of a dime.
She wanted to stop but her appearance seemed to be valued more than her life;
She was in a tough place, a conflict, a strife.
She didn’t know what she was doing it just seemed like a big rush;
But she was sure to get rid of the evidence in one big flush.
A little yellow bird sat on a rusty cage scared and all alone,
A passing child pitied the little yellow bird and unlocked its cage,
Encouraging and cheering the little bird to fly, fly away,
“Come on little bird fly, spread your wings, take flight,”
“The shackles have melted away, you are free”
Yet the little bird was hesitant, what was stopping the little yellow bird?
Was it fear, or was it simply that it couldn’t spread its wings and fly?
The little bird shifted in place, worry coming in place,
The insecurities spread like poison consuming its mind,
“Can I really fly, and soar across the sky,”
“Can I really be, above any sea,”
“Can I really fly away, spread my wings at last, and see the world pass behind me?”
These questions rang loudly in its ear
“Yes, you really can little bird, fly, fly away,”
“Let your heart be your compass, to the new life you are about to take,”
“Spread you wings, that will help you sail”
“You are truly free”
The little boy words, cheered the little bird, insecurities fading away,
And finally the little bird spread its wing,
And with one swift motion, took its flight
If I could have the world
I wouldn’t want it
If I could have fame or fortune
I’d say no
The only thing I want
Is your love
I would rather have that
Than anything this world has to offer
But i can’t tell you
How bad it hurts
For me to give out
And receive nothing back
And just watch you fall apart
Right in front of me
I never thought this would happen
But life is full of surprises
we must take our hits and move on
And maybe someday you will realize
That I love you more than you’ll ever know
And I pray that before it’s all said and done
You come running back to me
With open arms
Because no matter what
I’ll always be waiting
I’ll never give up.
I cant forget the feeling of being whole.
I lost myself inside your soul.
we were one, we were having fun
but than it all ended so suddenly
now i am locked up in these chains i bare
as i begin to fear.
nightmares of the futures
drench my mind
as i am lost and oh so blind
please take these curtains from my eyes
please get rid of all of these pointless lies
I didnt mean to treat you bad
now i am feeling oh so sad.
you hold the key
to these shackles that strain me.
now if you would just make a journey
across this windy sea
and please come rescue me.
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