I saw a girl on the bus today
arms linked through her best friends
face masked in makeup
plastic smile on her face
I saw a girl on the bus today
with highlighted auburn hair
that matched the girl next to her
and her clothes hung loosely about her frame
I saw a girl on the bus today
and ...
i think she thinks we are still friends
But i can feel the hate oozing like vanilla ice cream, dripping from her parted lips
i can see right through her,
as one sees through a clear plastic tupperware
She is all tucked up and placed in a cold, rigid fridge.
Her thoughts leftovers of min...
small, narrow face stares
defeated into a chipped
china cup sitting
in a stool with stuffing pouring
out like broken
dreams, longing looks
out of a grime coated
roadside bar window wings
too damaged to try to fly
sidelong glances at other
lonely table hoggers sitting
...
It is hard to feel safe these days. Always wondering what that persons got in their bag and if he is a rapist or serial killer. I can't help but feel that my life is under constant threat, danger and death, hand in hand always waiting around every corner. And it doesn't help that some psyc...
A lot people think that it is my fault. The news and papers criticized me, questioned my state of health. Investigators poked and prodded at my memory. But what people don't get is that, yeah I was there. But I still hear her screams at night. They rattle around in my brain like marbles in a ti...
Please. Don't call me a hero. Don't say that I am lucky. Don't allow your parents to use me as a dinner-time topic. And when you see me on the news, name and face under a heading like " Local Girl Saves School from Shooter", don't assume that I'm happy I lived, bec...
1. Do goth people get hot in the sun?
2. Is Ke$ha part fairy, or does she just "like" glitter?
3. Why do I hate cooking?
4. Why was the play Bye Bye Birdie ever invented?
5. What is the real point of the iPhone?
6. Why does water take so long to boil?
7. How did the unive...
It's all a process. Just another step down that windy path
A yellow brick road of uncertainty; traveled we have
I am sorry, my dear, if I have failed at times. When I slipped on a gnarled root or stone.
I know I have hurt many a heart or near broken a bone
Forgive my harsh words that ra...
On days like these, I like to see the world blurry.
Where all the colors smudge, revealing a dirty canvas.
It reminds me that we are all just numbers responsible for turning the broken hands of time.
We are just clumps of wet snow that melts persistently on a dark, wet sidewalk.
We are nothing s...
The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plains.
But my rain falls on my pillow
In a dark corner of a sad room
with a shrine from my home in the light
the pieces of broken hope scattered about the floor
The rain in Spain Falls mainly on the plains
but my excessive rain falls on my palms
to...
There is a moment, when your whole life comes into perspective. And when it happens, you just have to take it and run.
What if I was born into a strict Afghan family? Married by age twelve, and hoping for a successful childbirth at age 13. Would I be different? Would I still be a fighter? Of cour...
July 2, 1999
“I think that there is something wrong with my brain,” she said. The leather chair pulled taut at her sweaty skin, and her shorts rode up her thighs; the midsummers heat was finally kicking in.
“What do you think is wrong?” Asked the therapist. The therapist was a nice women...
If you look down my street, you'll see all the trees in a line, and the people dotting the sidewalk, heads ducked like the low hanging clouds. Then you cross the street and you stare at the warning read hand flashing to stay back, and the snow turning to slush on the curb. Then you stare at the...
I found out today that my grandfather has cancer as well.
Not again.
I felt my heart slowly break as I watched my father rub his face.
"Prostate cancer", he said.
"So it's treatable, right, he'll be fine. Grandma made it through."
"Yeah, he'll be fine&q...
Though the labyrinth of fear defied you and your head pounded with realization, your jawbone clenched and fingers balled into fists, a sticky mad like sugar-coated happy memories, forever gone in a forest of anger. Loathing every person who crossed your path. Scrambling to the top of the tunnel. Def...
Yes, we call my country house the mustard and relish house. It sits on a cute piece of green land. Trees and all. There is a flower garden and a cute little green shed where we keep things, bows and arrows, water guns, bikes and our car.
It’s where me and my sister dirty our feet on the grave...
I wish I could show you the way,
take your hand and tell you all the things I thought.
All the things I know, and want, and wish.
But your sheltered and don't understand.
Your safe where you are and I know thats not going to change.
We are so different yet appear the same, and I can't...
He said not to stand so close to the edge.
So, I didn't .
I walked in the middle of the road, the world stretching out in front.
But lost in his gaze I don't hear, I don't see, the truck. Barreling down.
It was gaining speed, when he took my hand.
He said we were kings, queens, r...
They said she had cancer.
A bit much for my little girl mind.
I cowered under the table when my parents left the house.
I cried, hollowing sobs racked my body.
My grandma, my grandma
On her death bed?
I wasn't allowed to see her.
This is for the best, they said.
But she's ,
My gr...
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