I'm a 16 year old girl trying to make it in a big world.
We fight less but hate more Clear the air but not our hearts Save the fishes but not ourselves Split the atom but not our prejudice Discover new worlds but not our dreams Make more but create less.
Red skies Blue trees Neon clouds Is this reality Or is it eternity?.
She had a slight limp to her gait. Bruises were flowering on her arms - or, at least, the bits revealed when her sleeves pulled up. He was worried, and rightly so.
I live a lie And it makes me free..
I have to write about myself for a scholarship into my dream school. Where better to ask advice than from a community of writers. Please help. I'll send you beef jerky..
Weep, my friend, for all you have lost Weep for those efforts come to naught. But don't rue the day you emerged into adulthood After all, all butterflies have to break open their cocoon..
The good die young and the cruel live forever Three sisters, weaving a loom. Aphrodite blessing the undeserved Children die, people hurt. Cruel tricks of fate Because destiny doesn't pick and choose.
Petals sinking to the ground Shadows peering over leaves Feet trembling, heart racing Do you know what it's like to be tortured by your own mind?.
Ashes to ashes Dust to dust If the Lord won't take you The Devil must And if the Devil refuses You are mine to be Beloved, you are mine now Will you flee?.
Ice and water Ivory and fire Heart beating red The thrum of distance. Words like lightning Mind recoiling What have I done.
I went to the local magazines to try publish my short story. They said no. The end..
My teeth click against each other. I wring my hands, tugging hard at the pale flesh. I see things nestling among the branches of trees. Raven black eyes with white pupils peer out at me.
My name is Ivory. I am 18 years old. I am tall and lanky and awkward. I am not a schizophrenic. Nor am I bipolar, or have multiple-personality disorder.