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Be an Original, Like MeBe an Original, Like Me
Every day it’s the same…
“Be original, don’t let others tell you what to do,”
But how can I do that if you’re the one molding me?
“Stand tall and proud of who you are, be independent.”
But how can I be independent when you force dependence on me?
“Be proud of your heritage and culture, show it off.”
Unless I embarrass you, then you want me to bury it down but if
YOU ask “Hey can you be like them? Act like that, dance like that?”
I’ll say “Yes some stereotypes are true, but most are false.”
“Be feminine, be graceful like a swan,”
How can I be a swan when I’m in a family of wolves?
“Be a modern age woman, get a job.”
Yet you want me to be a housewife, cooking and cleaning, never leaving the kitchen.
“Tell me the truth, lies burn your soul,”
But truths burn deeper and destroy the soul
“I’ve never lied to you, you can trust
I was walking home from school as I do every day when I felt the cold pressure of six smooth, freshly manicured hands grab me and roughly pull me into the alley. I barely had time to register what I knew was coming before I felt the sharp sting of Julia’s hand slashing my face and spinning me into Amy who quickly ripped my backpack from my body hard enough to bruise and sending my papers flying throughout the dirty alley. I let out a small cry of pain before I felt a hard punch in my stomach, I didn’t know who did it this time, they always took turns. I coughed violently as all air left my body and I stumbled into Rachel who shoved me hard against the wall, smacking my head into the stone hard and making my ears ring as I fall to the ground. I tasted blood, sweat, and trash and I knew that this was just the beginning of their weekly abuse. “Get up you little bitch!” Rachel hissed kicking me in the ribs and spitting near my face. Amy and Julia laughed at
Elizabeth and EricTransition
I woke up in a strange room; I felt groggy, sick and my head was throbbing. I got out of the bed with difficultly stumbling over to a window and gripped the pane to help support myself. I pulled back the curtains and look up at the fading black sky to a light pink.
It’s almost morning, where am I? How did I get here?
I rested my head against the window letting the cool glass soothe my head. I tried remembering what happened but my headache shot up and felt like my head was splitting in half. I put my head in hands and knelt down stunned by pain “Ahhhhhh!” I screamed.
What is wrong with me? I have to get out of here.
“You are wake.” said a voice from across the room. I looked over and saw Eric standing in front of the door holding a sliver tray with a goblet on it. Rage overpowered the pain I felt and I charged him. I threw my fist at him but Eric carelessly pushed it away like it was nothing. I quickly followed up with another punch to his side
Wolf GirlChapter 6: The Encounter
At the end of the day I ran out the back of the school to get to Carly’s car to try and avoid seeing Axel. I sniffed for his scent and as expected I caught the smell of amber, cinnamon and autumn. I snared and looked up to see his car waiting for me in the corner of the parking lot. I could feel Axel’s eyes on me even from the distance between us and I drifted into the crowd of students and made a straight dash to Carly’s car. She was at her car leaning against the waiting for Jake to come to try and talk to him again. “Hey Carly, can we leave? I have to get home early today.”
Carly gave me her really-face “Seriously Kam? I have to talk to Jake to keep him interested.” She wined looking to see if he was coming.
“Please Carly? I need to get home now.” I begged looking across the lot to see Axel’s car starting up and heading toward me. “And if you leave now, it will keep him guessing. You don
Wolf GirlChapter 5
Caleb was still grilling me when he pulled into my driveway. He had spent about five minutes yelling at me about how I messed up his paint job, and if I screwed up his brakes how he’d kill me and blah blah blah. I faded in and out of the conversation with the memory of that smell, it was so damn fresh and close that when it just stopped, ugh!
“Caleb?” I ask in the middle of Caleb’s speech.
“And another thing…” Caleb goes on without hearing me.
“Caleb?” I ask a little louder.
“I spent two hundred bucks on that paint…”
“Caleb will you stop pmsing and listen to me!” I shout at him. He stops talking and turns to look at me and see that I actually have something to say and decides to shut up. “Ok thank you, look I’m sorry that I almost made you hit a tree and chipped your paint, but I…I had to follow that smell, it was like… calling me.”
Wolf GirlChapter 4
I stood on top of a tree branch watching her as entered; she had followed my scent here just like I planned. She looks just as beautiful as always, her rich caramel skin clear and smooth, her long black hair flows down her back and her silver strikes shine beautify in the low sun rays, her green eyes are so bright I could see them from here.
“Is that her?” a sweet voice asks.
I turn and see Alexandra standing lightly on the branch next to me. She is wearing a pair of blue jeans, a black t shirt, and black converse which stand out against her ghostly pale skin. Her dark red hair is hanging loosely around her waist and her bright gray eyes are watching Kamaila down below. “Yeah, that’s her” I say watching her with pure adornment.
“Wow, I thought I’d never see her.” she says as she sits down on the branch watching her with fascination. “She’s beautiful.”
“Yeah, she is.”
“So are you going to
It took Clayton three tries to unlock the door to the museum “Hey, I got it guys.” Clayton said slurring his words. His friends hooted with approval and took another drink from their beer cans walking into the museum. Clayton and his friends had been out for hours drinking and driving bored out of their minds, until a couple of girls suggested that Clayton steal his dads’ keys to the museum so they could go drinking there. Clayton’s best friend Haden handed him another beer can from the mini cooler he was carrying under his arms, Clayton took a big gulp out of it and then followed behind his friends.
His friends walked to the Renaissance exhibit of the museum, fascinated with everything they saw in their drunken state. Some of the girls walked behind the statues pretending they were the statue’s head and arms as the guys laughed, a couple was over by themselves making out. Clayton walked over and put his arm around one of the girls wh
1554, a small village located in Eastern England
The angry villagers poured into the farmhouse searching for the monster. Tristan and Meredith, the priest’s daughter, were on the second floor too deep into each other to notice the noise on the lower floor. The two were on a pile of hay, Meredith’s arms wrapped tightly around Tristan as he was kissing her hard, his tongue pouring into her mouth, tasting her. She had reminded him of all the things he had long since given up, she tasted of life, sunlight, and warmth, he missed this, he craved it, and he wanted more. He quickly moved his hands to her blouse unbuttoning it as fast as his fingers could go and moved his mouth to her throat kissing it tenderly. Meredith moaned in pleasure wrapping her legs around Tristan’s waist and tangling her fingers in his hair, pulling him in closer to her.
Tristan found Meredith’s pulse in her neck and lightly ran his fingers along it, feeling her pulse quicken as he touc
Wolf GirlChapter 3: The Scent
After about fifteen more rounds, I had won them all but Caleb got close on the ninth try, we make it back to our starting spot and the sun was starting to come over the mountains "Uh, damn. I got to get home to change for school." I say grabbing my jacket looking down at my dirt covered clothes.
"Yeah, me too." Caleb grabs his shades and starts toward the car.
"You know you did pretty well back there. I think soon enough you'll be ready to take on one of the pups." I say teasing as I step over a tree root.
"Ha ha ha, you are so funny. You know you willn't be laughing when I finally bet you." Caleb says sarcastically as he crushes a twig under his foot.
"Don't you mean if you bet me?" I correct. I laugh when Caleb glares at me. "No but seriously, you're getting better soon you'll be able to fight without the worrying about your chest wound."
"Yeah, well I still hate it." he says in a shameful voice. Caleb is always too hard on himself, which is why I'm the only o
She's a WriterShe sits at her desk
Her headphones in,
The world shut out.
She bleeds for others
As words fly from
Her mind to her fingertips.
She stares at the screen,
At every little comment,
The good and the painful.
She forms her emotions
Into books and poems
To throw away the hurt.
She's a writer,
And her best weapons
Are her mind and her pen.
BetrayedI won't swallow your lies anymore
I can't stand your presence
You used to be my friend
But you're nothing to me now
And soon you'll be
Another bad memory
I won't be able to forget
Do you know what it feels like...To be lonely?
To be bullied?
To be called ugly?
To be unattractive?
To be compared to other women?
To be considered unnormal?
To be unloved even though you give love to others?
To face issues that you don't in reality know how to fix?
To think that your goal you're reaching for, is unattainable?
To feel like the cause of many people's problems?
To be held up on a high pedistal that you can't get down off of?
To realize that people don't like you based on your personailty?
To at no avail, keep up your happy and upbeatness for others?
To look at happy couples and wish that you had someone to be happy with?
To stop fighting for anything anymore?
You AgainOh, it's you again. I must admit,
The crooning has
The lies have been
And mine are like swords
It's just you and me
In this sick game
I can tell
You're pulling me in,
And I don't have
To pull you down
Sometimes, I've had
And all I see is
Then it became
I don't know
How to escape
Dark to see.
And all I can
Wonder at every
Turn I make
When can it be
flower petalsi know that when we touch
that my energy is yours
that we are like flowers
because at our roots
we need water and love,
we reach tall as we can
to get to the sun
and stretch our leaves
to welcome it all;
and when we touch
i know that our skin isn’t skin
too soft for this world
when it grows rough with gravel
so i invite you back to our bed,
soft with the earth
where we can lie gently
and sleep until it is time
SightStars in the night sky
I see beyond that and through
Greatness into darkness, I can fly
Here above the earth I can see the truth
There is an angel that will love me until I die
An artist (revised)
Staring blankly at a white sheet of paper
Can truly be an artist’s worst nightmare
An artist’s duty as its shaper
Their thoughts up in the clouds somewhere
Looking for bits of inspiration
Their eyes searching the skies
Nothing can break their concentration
Nothing can blow out the passion in their eyes
Being an artist does not always mean you are skilled
You do not need to be Picasso or Bach
It means you want to see your dream fulfilled
And that you will never give in to an art block
jackal grinMy orange peel
lips split: the beams
a deck of cards
nana’s worn porch,
and fingers weaving
through grass blades
when the light is
soft and warm.
(have you f
I Don't Come with the Edgesi.
It cries the way dragonflies leave ripples
in the rain. On days I swallow
whirlpools for breakfast and
drown with libraries for fun,
I can almost allow myself to forget
And it doesn’t want to make
me kneel on my shoulders
or pluck the weeds
from my scars;
I can see it try so hard
to be my friend.
But if I could choose
polka dots over tail lights
and sun screen over
I wouldn’t think thrice
or even once
not to blow the candles
on my grave.
That’s why I keep
the colons of analog clocks
under my tongue;
so I could keep the
figures eight of cliché’s
as keepsakes for old age.
I like to think infinities
have loopholes; tree rings
that dissolve into each other
with exhales for a caress.
And just when the tones
of lyrics would enter the
eutony of names, only then
would I drift into love.
When I wouldn’t be holding
my blood in my temples-
when all I am is a thought.
The running footsteps
we’ve come to cla
Seasons of KnowledgeSeasons of Knowledge
Like the layering of fresh snow on a grass plain in winter
The binding of each book is smooth and soft
If ye were to run ye hand upon the covering
Than ye would understand the magic that it holds
Fresh autumn leaves resting in crisp piles
Describes the feeling of the pages that take me miles
Into the pages I dive and
Rest in the words of the stories I love
Scents richer than spring rain
Mirror stories of love, happiness and pain
Bathe in the knowledge of others, I do
And pretend that what I read is in fact true
A summer breeze wafts through the Tree of Knowledge
Below it ye shall find me feasting on its fruit
Never again shall I go hungry since
I have been introduced to the magic of books.
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