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  My Name Isn't Molly

  

  By PeytonLovesHarryPotter, Rancho Cordova, CA

  You stood outside my window Friday night, waiting there instead of being at the party at the popular kid’s house, as I thought you would. You were always going to those parties and such, a new girl on your arm every other day. You treated them well for a while, told them you loved them, and then B...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Poem for the (Beautiful) Lonely

  

  By PeytonLovesHarryPotter, Rancho Cordova, CA

  Soulful eyes but empty arms, Beautiful minds, but no witted charms. A fiery soul with no tender care, A heart full of love almost ready to tear. A wish yet to be made, But thoughts shoved in the shade. A cold bed besides you, Lips unused but yet just the right hue. But please don’t d...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Single's Awareness Day

  

  By PeytonLovesHarryPotter, Rancho Cordova, CA

  Crushed rose petals and broken hearts, Smeared lipstick and spilled perfume. Headaches and Tylenol, Green souls and red rimmed eyes. It’s Single’s Awareness Day. Popped balloons and ripped ribbons, Torn leggings and discarded presents. Stuffy noses and white tissues, Heartbreak and p...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Stronger

  

  By PeytonLovesHarryPotter, Rancho Cordova, CA

  You left me lying on the ground, Bleeding and close to death You walked away, And never looked back. I lied there for a while, Wishing I would die So the arms of Hades would envelope me, And make me feel nothing. Because you would think that feeling Nothing Is better than feeling Pai...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Orchid

  

  By PeytonLovesHarryPotter, Rancho Cordova, CA

  I stood at the podium, unable to breathe. They wanted me to speak? I couldn’t get a single syllable out, let alone an entire speech. Tears welled as numerous pairs of eyes watched my every move, reading sadness, pity, and anger. Anger. That’s what I felt the most of. Anger against life, ag...
• Fiction > Romance
  You Don't Know It, But I Love You (A Letter Never Sent)

  

  By PeytonLovesHarryPotter, Rancho Cordova, CA

  Dear Jenna, I guess I’m never going to have the guts to send this. I mean, come on. We’re best friends, and you have a boyfriend, for Pete’s sake (Even if he is a total piece of crap!). That would be, like, the definition of awkward…. So I’ll have to keep this to myself, I suppose. ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Screaming

  

  By PeytonLovesHarryPotter, Rancho Cordova, CA

  Shattered I’m all alone Trapped in my cell Screaming Always screaming Reaching out for help But my hands go unnoticed There is nothing to do Nothing to say Nothing to feel Except the screaming Always the screaming Won’t anybody help me? They won’t hear me Because I am desert...
• Fiction > All Fiction
  Pushed Over The Edge

  

  By PeytonLovesHarryPotter, Rancho Cordova, CA

  I’d always hated Merrisa. I had a rough childhood. I’m an orphan. My parents died in a car crash when I was three. I moved around from foster home to foster home all the time. Some people were nice, genuinely caring for me. Some people were not so nice, yelling at me, and hitting me for th...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Ignored

  

  By PeytonLovesHarryPotter, Rancho Cordova, CA

  I will come out on top; I am no body's second. The things I do, I do great; The things I do, I do best. I'm not the back-up singer; I'm the one the spotlight's on. I'm not the story co-writer; I'm the I'm the powerful author who wins. I'm not the s...
• Fiction > Fan Fiction
  Maximum Ride: The Last Chapter

  

  By PeytonLovesHarryPotter, Rancho Cordova, CA

  I stood stiffly, as hot tears leaked out of my eyes. I watched as Ratchet, Kate, and Yasmine were lowered carefully into the ground. A dreary silence hung the air, suffocating us like a thick, white fog. I shed one last tear. I resolved not to cry anymore. I’ve shed enough tears to last a lifetime...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Butterfly Tears

  

  By PeytonLovesHarryPotter, Rancho Cordova, CA

  Tears run down the face of a butterfly; only once or twice; Tears of gold, or tears of poison; Either one might happen It all depends on the butterfly, Whether she's good, bad, or both; Dripping drops of diamonds with the tears of gold, Leaking snakes and spiders in the tears of poison, ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  If Tree's Would Speak

  

  By PeytonLovesHarryPotter, Rancho Cordova, CA

  Have you ever wondered what it would sound like, If tree's would speak? Ever wondered if they'd be loud or quiet, Timid or bold? Let me answer all these questions Yes, yes, yeas, and yes And since the tree's do not speak to you, I will speak for them They are can be soft or th...