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School Adventures 2School Stories Pt 2
In the middle of my senior year, a friend of mine was killed in a car accident. She was helping a stranded motorist on the high way get his motorcycle into a truck, and a passing car was too close to the side and hit her. The car did not stop.
I found out in my Environmental class. Another friend of mine was sitting in the front of class, and we were doing busy work. I vaguely hear some other students talking to her, and some rather rudely so I start to listen.
"Your friend is dead!" They shouted at her. I watched my friend break down into tears and the other students went back to their own conversations.
I hurried over to my friend and she told me that our mutual and dear friend had been killed. I led her out of the classroom with silent approval from our teacher, and we went to the library. The counselors weren't there at the moment, so we sat at the computers and searched for the news story.
It was true.
The counselor came so I left her with the counselor, and I
This is MeWhy does the attention we get from men affect us? Negative attention, we get angry, obviously. I understand that. Positive attention, we are happy, I understand that, too. But, when we don’t get any attention, we start to feel there is something wrong with us.
That’s where I’m at right now. I've been here at college for about three weeks now, and I haven’t even gotten so much as a look. My roommate, however, has been asked for her number multiple times and has even been proposed to. (The guys a creep though).
I don’t know if I’m inadvertently flashing a sign on my forehead that says “do not approach” or what, but I haven’t gotten any attention and the way it’s affecting me has made me start thinking about myself.
Am I self-centered in the sense that I believe I deserve attention? Or am I so insecure that I need confirmation from the opposite sex that, yes, I look good today? Or, maybe, I’m just so freaking sexy and beaut
If you loved me....My mints taste like blood when they break open
My bones smell like lavender and rain
When I hit the ground, music explodes
What have I become?
Last NightThe devil played golf with my broken body. He shot me to an old farm house, where I found a fallen angel. We hid together in the dusty closets, but the Devil found us. The Devil bowed to the angel beside me, then left, running scared. The fallen angel and I stayed together in the old farm house, not sure what to do next. So we went to a party.
Bear Mountain Academy :1:I had never known why my parents sent me to such a prestigious school. I was not smart like the other kids, and I didn't care so much for new cars or fancy clothes. Sitting in my dorm room now, getting ready to pack and move on from this school after four years of attending, I thought back on everything I had learned. Not just curricular, like math, science or English, but life lessons. Things I would remember for the rest of my life.
"Mom, do I really have to go to this school? It's too fancy," I whined as we drove down the road.
"Shush, we're almost there. You're going to love it here, I promise," My mother replied.
I caught the warning glance from my dad in the drivers seat and shut my mouth. We pulled through the large iron wrought gates and followed the contours of the too-long driveway up to the too-big school.
"Here we are!" My mother smiled.
An older woman and man were standing on the porch in curious uniforms that looked like maid and butler outfits right out of one of my mang
Fate's DecisionThe smell of death was suffocating.
Fate greeted the girl with a smile, "Hello, Kassandra."
"How do you know my name?" She asked timidly.
"I know everything."
"Where am I?"
"In my house, a timeless place. You're here because someone is going to die. It could be you, or it could be a friend of yours."
"Why?" Kassie asked, "Why does someone have to die? One of my friends?"
"Because, for there to be balance in the world, people have to die. You can't live forever. You're here to persuade me not to kill you. First, I'm going to show you how you'll die."
Fate passed a bowl of steaming water to Kassie and instructed her to look in it. Kassi saw her deah in great, gory detail and began to cry. She bit her lip in thought, comprehending what she witnessed.
"So?" Fate stroked Kassi's hair.
"I'll die. If it saves my friends, I'll die."
Fate was silent, shocked by the girls acceptance of death. She deserved to live. Fate said nothing and sent her away with Luck, who smiled upon the girl. Fate then
Certainly, I supposeAh, heart break. We meet again, old friend. How have you been?
I certainly haven't missed you.
Who let you in? It certainly wasn't me.
I was extra careful this time, why are you here?
It's the same old sketch. You show up, and I cry.
Don't you have somewhere to be?
Well, have a seat. Want something to drink? I guess we should catch up. How's life?
I suppose this is my fault. I guess I can't help it, huh? You'd think I'd learn by now.
Certainly there are other places for you to be? No? Then I suppose you could stay. We could cry a little together.
Good morning, old friend. Did you sleep well? What, you're leaving? And so soon, too. I was planning a day with you but I suppose that's okay.
I suppose this is Goodbye, heart break. Certainly, I'll see you again someday.
SomedayNow I lay me down to sleep
I see the fading stars
And my scorched soul
Locked behind ivory bars
Assuming death is near
And what have I done
Absolutely nothing but cry
More guilt for the gun
If I spend my time
Just wasting away
Laying in bed with
Those storms that stay
I pray in the morning
For all to be okay
To bring end to mourning
It’ll happen someday
Darling, Don't You DareTo the girl who skips dinner,
Because her reflection hurts more than
To the boy who wears sweatshirts
On hot summer days,
Because he doesn’t want his mother to cry over his
To the boy who weeps uncontrollably
Until he falls asleep,
Because it’s the only way to escape into his
To the girl who spends her days in her bedroom,
Because the dark is more peaceful than her
To the child who gets angry,
Because no one understands.
To the teens who self-harm,
To the ones in recovery,
To the ones that just can’t do it anymore…
For the girl who skips meals
And the boy who wears sweatshirts,
For the boy who cries,
The girl who hides,
And the ones who just can’t do it anymore.
You’ve come this far.
Don’t you dare give up on it, now.
I am the daughter of a sailor.There is pure sea water
rushing through my veins
& my vocabulary can be
just as colorful.
how do I begin to tell you
we all have jungles growing
in our chests?-
by human hands?
I like to pretend
it’s Draco residing
in this chest of mine-
clogging my lungs,
I have forgotten
how to write
or anything with a shred
I have no space left within myself
for celestial, fire breathing dragons-
because I realize now
when I look in the mirror,
I do not see my father.
I screamMy scream is loud.
My scream is honest.
My scream is desperate.
My scream is filled with truth.
Why would nobody hear me?
You're Not DepressedDepression isn’t what you think it is.
You’re just sad.
If you and your boyfriend or girlfriend just broke up, you’re not depressed.
If you are longing to be with that one girl or boy, you’re not depressed.
If you really want to meet that one celebrity, you’re not depressed.
If you haven’t gotten a text from any of your friends all day and want to talk to someone, you’re not depressed.
If you cried in the shower last night because you want that guy to be your boyfriend,
Or sat on your bed last night with your face in your hands wanting to be with that one girl,
You’re not depressed.
Until you have hated yourself,
Felt no self-worth,
Felt like you’d never amount to anything
And are useless,
You want to lie in bed all day and do nothing but think,
Think you are never good enough for anyone,
Don’t deserve anyone,
Lost any interest in drawing, writing, reading, singing, etc…
You don’t want to be around anyone, just by
dearly belovedthese days
your name has been slipping
in and out of my rib cage
my heart forgets to beat.
how even after all these months i still
don't want to believe that
you're dead. how during the
first couple of weeks i prayed
to a god i didn't believe in and begged to know
if death tasted sweet to you. how once,
when the monsters in my head
didn't let me sleep, i
wrote you three poems and then
you were a supernova that
lit up my life for
a few radiant moments before,
like all good things in this
you came to an end.
the sinner in me hopes that you have wings now.
but i think that,
most of all,
i hope you no longer
remember what pain
Let me dieGo away
Leave me alone
And let me die
Of this world
I don't want to live
Because there's no light
At the end of this tunnel
So I'll just end my life
Don't try to stop me
And we'll meet again
On the other side
Outside this dark tunnel
I am afraid of monsters like you.Bones and sinew cling
to the part of me
that is not human,
the part of me that
Your lips are ready
to pounce mine when
you lace my neck with
the collar of hope.
It hangs too tightly.
Only GirlsOnly Girls can suffer from weight loss,
can cut and cut until their blood is all gone.
Only girls can cry out their angry emotions,
and watch them pool from their eyes like the raging oceans.
Emotions are qualities reserved for women women only,
without them, what men would bask in their glory.
Only women can abort an unwanted fetus,
when a man mourns his lost child, he's nothing but a bigoted sexist.
Only girls can wear their hair long,
put on cake loads of make up, and twirl their hips to a song.
Strip down in public to your bra and underwear,
only girls will get angry when their objectified by eyes everywhere.
Only girls can swallow the pills,
because boys are never depressed, they only grow ill.
Only a woman can claw at her defenseless husband,
and when he tries to defend himself, he's considered little to nothing.
Cry 'sexual-harassment' in the midst of your workplace,
only girls can get away with this, when nothing was done to them in the first place.
Abuse is impossible if it ha
Wrists.Wrists are not made,
To be cut up by cold blades.
Blood was meant to stay in your veins,
Not to be drained.
From your body,
You're stronger than that,
I know a person can only take,
Until they break.
And you have your doubts,
And when you lay in bed,
The pain is all you think about.
But you're so much more,
Than your heart aches.
So much more,
Than your demons.
Even if you feel,
Like your dying,
And you are through with trying,
Because all you've been doing lately is crying.
I want you to know,
That no, you're not alone.
And you re going to survive.
Please just drop your knife,
Because you're going to,
Make it out alive.
What to doIt hurts when you fall for someone
And they fall with you
But you can’t be with them at the moment
So you just have to wait
Days, months, years
Until one day you can try again
But you don’t know if they’ll still be there
Or if either of you have changed too much to fit together again
And there’s so much waiting
It’s painful to say goodbye
When you might be able to say hello again
Because that gnawing in your stomach everyday
Is like, “Maybe I’ll see them tomorrow”
And in the end, you’re either destroyed
Or you made it and you can be with them
And its the best thing ever
But you don’t know which
And it’s anxiety everyday for however long it takes
An extremely long battle you’re not even sure you’ll win
But you pray every night that you will
And this is your life now
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