Poetry of Me
This is a continuation of Poured Out on Paper. Filled with happiness, love, anger, and lust, here's to another poetry book, and to a whole new adventure... (:…
This is a continuation of Poured Out on Paper. Filled with happiness, love, anger, and lust, here's to another poetry book, and to a whole new adventure... (:…
I found this challenge and thought that it'd be cool to try it out, so I am. :3 I'll be writing a letter to a person (or more than one person) every day, according to the guide thingamajig in the Intro. You should try it, it'll probably tell you something about yourself.…
CAUTION: This is a collection of my deepest thoughts and feelings. Half of it will NOT make sense to you. Handle with care, because this is my entire heart.... *Poured Out on Paper.*…
This short story is about a girl who, like many teenage girls, has enough insecurities that she's convinced herself she isn't good enough. She's got a secret, too, and she's not the only person hiding something.…
Based on a prompt given in a writing competition I entered. Sam faces an abusive boyfriend, against whom she's been powerless forever. Now, it's her turn to take a stand.…
“Okay. Let’s review. I, Renn Allison, had been just fine. I'd had a social status as a junior at Brightvale High School, a boyfriend named Chris that loved me more than anything, and was willing to do anything for me, parents that had decent paying jobs and decent hours that allowed them to be home in the evenings, friends that were worth keeping, but what happened?” I had snapped my mouth shut before I had the chance to say something else. If the killer were in this very restroom, I was now no better than dead.…
It could be a love story. An easy one, at that. But when Kasey's life turns upside down as her best friend slowly fades from her life, she finds other friends stepping up-- and they're stepping up just a little to far.…
Kassie is a big ninth grader now. When she lays back at night and reflects on everything that has taken place, she's in heaven. From field trips, to dances, to heading on into ninth grade, Kassie is sure her book has only begun. When something upsetting happens, she simply turns the page. After all, it was just a chapter in this book called Life, and what fun is it to close a book? ---- Now being co-written on.…
Who's to say I wasn't perfect? Oh yeah, me. To the world, I was a shy, intelligent, modest 13 year old that kept to herself. To my friends, I was a spazzy, loving, caring, outgoing brainiac that cherished what she had, and never let jealousy grab her by the heart. To my teachers, I was their dream student. Straight A's, no late papers, perfect attendance, never late, never misbehaved. To myself, I was a clumsy, stupid, girl with an uncontrollable mouth that tended to speak the opinion in my brain, with no filter in between. To most of the above's delight, boys rarely ever crossed my mind, and on the occaision they did, they were thought of as the best friends that never decided to start drama, or out-dress you, or constantly talk your ears off. -Until the summer before eighth grade. Then it all changed. As for his point of view on me... I didn't even know him, let along what he thought of me.…
Somethign random I saw in a post somewhere. A good time-filler if you're bored in class or at the office.…
Just something I realized one day. I was thinking about all the wishes and what-ifs in my life, and realized my life would be so screwed up if it was perfect. I put this in the Watty Awards, just to see how far it'd go. I don't think it qualifies as poetry.... It's not supposed to... hehe(: Happy Reading!…