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• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  Lunchtime

  

  By cloudskater1, San Diego, CA

  She’s stuffing her face like there’s no tomorrow. A whole sandwich, white bread no less, a brownie, a soda, chips. I watch her eat and eat and eat, shoving things down her throat like there’s no such thing as calories. How can someone possibly look at eating so simply, like it’s nothing? How...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  Cosine

  

  By cloudskater1, San Diego, CA

  I stare at the black-and-white page. Row after row of problems line the worksheet, front and back. Sin, cos, tan are everywhere. In second period, it seems like all my classmates are gobbling up sin(x + y) and half of the lowering powers formula while juggling sum-to-product formulas like they could...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Beyond the War

  

  By cloudskater1, San Diego, CA

  The shimmering wood is slowly lowered and the darkness obscures it, as if it is hell, burning the coffin for a million sins. The first spoonful of God's Earth is thrown upon it, landing with an awful THWACK! Reminding the onlookers of all the pain in the past, and all the pain yet to come....
• Poetry > Ballad
  Mirror, Mirror

  

  By cloudskater1, San Diego, CA

  Some days, I just cry as I sit in my chair. Because nobody will know and nobody will care. These tears are my pleas my sad, silent cries. They break down the barrier between me and my lies. I strive for perfection I aim for the wall I punch with my head when the world starts to fall. ...
• Poetry > Ballad
  Looking

  

  By cloudskater1, San Diego, CA

  Looking for answers, for the truth in the lies. I will get past you, break through your disguise. Finding nothing but questions As I dig deep and long No matter what I happens, I will remain strong. My fingers are blistered, my bones hard and weary My mind can’t go on as it aches d...
• Poetry > Ballad
  Cliche

  

  By cloudskater1, San Diego, CA

  I’m more than just a skin color I’m more than my IQ I’m more than what my home is like I’m just as good as you. I’m more than what I seem to be I’m more than what I say I never slur “retarded” never, “that’s so gay.” ‘Cause I’ve also been rejected also faced d...
• Poetry > Ballad
  The Game

  

  By cloudskater1, San Diego, CA

  I am so crazy up in my head The colors I see are but deep red. Spilling from skin I carve with a knife I write these misfortunes that are my life. I also see black the rings ‘round my eyes These chains, studs, and piercings are but my disguise. Past the torn black upholstery pa...
• Poetry > All Poetry
  SeeSaw

  

  By cloudskater1, San Diego, CA

  One end rises, the other falls feels the sky beckon, feels its call. Teeny palms grip the bar afraid to leave, but in mind go far. Cotton clouds whisper high as they linger in the sky. Whips of white curl throughout the silver tint on the clouds of doubt. Sweaty fingers tightly curled St...
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  Silent.

  

  By cloudskater1, San Diego, CA