Her drive.  Her determination.  Her goal.  Her’s was love.  Love: an intense feeling of deep affection.  They made eye contact.  They went to each other, and that’s when it started.  We met, she thought.  He and her together in moments of fun and laughter, hearts filled with love and joy.  We laughed, she thought.  Their friendship bloomed into what seemed like a perfect relationship.  We all know nothing is perfect. They fought and argued.  The went back to their old homes.  They reconnected.  They felt like everything was in place.  We held on fast, she thought.  That's when it all came crashing down.  He spoke to a girl, one much prettier than her.  A spark of jealousy lit the fire. She did something very regretful.  She made a very hurtful mistake, a mistake that could not be forgiven.  He was furious, he was mad, and he was disappointed.  He left without one last goodbye.  “And then we said goodbye.” he said to himself.

Our Picture

When I look out my window.

I see the many people walking by with cold embedded in their hearts.

I see the evil looking back at me, telling me the many tales of grim and darkness.

I see the air as people breathe, cold and dark like the void of our moon.

I see death lingering in the air, waiting to strike their enemy, life.

I see sadness lurking behind every skull.

I see schools in terror, running away from themselves.

And when I asked Jerry, all he said was the world, and sadly, I knew the picture we saw, was the same.

Truth be Told

Truth be told, no one could say it was OK, when it happened. No one could comfort her, no one could tell her that she would be fine. Everything was wrong, nothing was right.

Truth be told, the only reason no one could tell her these things was that they would be lying. When it happened, she knew she was the only one that truly felt her pain. She knew that it would be over soon.

Truth be told, they all tried to make sure she didn’t know how bad it was, but the 4th stage is too hard to hide. No hospitals, just doctors, all over the house, never leaving. 5% percent chance of living is too small, too short a life.

Truth be told, when her time came, they knew. It was as if a large piece of you just, disappeared.

It is OK now.

Everything is fine

She feels no pain.

Her mother thought that, when the time came.

The jester stood in the king’s court doing his tricks. Many acrobatic flips and rolls, he told jokes and made the crowd laugh. Nothing could beat this man’s odd humor and slapstick gags, but it was all a farce. The painted smile, the rosy cheeks, all made up that morning just to be able to walk out in front of all those people everyday. Day after day, making a fool of himself just for the enjoyment of others. Most days he was fine with it;he enjoyed it even. It was a pleasant distraction from the everyday life that he had to go back to when his job was over. This was what he did when life beat him down, but now it seemed that life had even taken over that simple enjoyment in life. So he continued. He continued his lifeless act with the crowds none the wiser, and wondered if he’d always feel this way. A jester who had lost his jest; what would be his purpose in life? Unfortunately, no one would recognize him without his paint, and he was lost in the crowds when he departed to the life of no laughter; the jester’s life.

20 Lives

She had 20 lives.

One for the friend she never had.

Two for the people that called her ugly.

Two for the classes she was failing.

Five for the days she skipped school.

Two for the book reports she never did.

Three for the holidays she skipped.

One for that kid she liked but was to scared to admit it.

Four for the yearbook pictures she didn’t smile in.

If she ran out of lives then let it be.

He keeps following me everywhere I go. He’s always behind me, stalking me, watching my every move. He looks at me and then imitates me as if he is me. But he does not have a soul nor a body. Yet, he can take any form. I tried to touch him once but he disappeared and reappeared as my hand got close to him. This man never speaks. He never makes a sound. He never makes a move unless I do. I wish he could just LEAVE ME ALONE! HE JUST MAKES FUN OF ME LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE AROUND ME! But he does leave me sometimes, only sometimes. When I turn off the lights and I’m alone in my cell, he lets me be. But I long to see him once more, I want that man in my mirror, I need him back…he’s my only company.

I hate you! Your a piece of garbage!” Gina yelled at the man in front of her, Lu. “Your ridiculous Gina! To think we once slept in the same bed!” Lu replied. They began to throw cups at each other and tear each others hair out. “We need to get separated” Gina cried out and Lu nodded in agreement. They fought and ran to a room at the corner of their home. A woman was in there. “Children! I heard everything. Lu, if you wanted to get a different room from your sister, you could have just asked.”

I Wish

I wish.

Those are the words I have spoken the most.

Everyday that I walk by you, my books in my arms, trying to muster up the courage to ask you.

Everyday that you look at me, that you see me, but you don't acknowledge me.

I wish.

I wish you would notice me. I wish you would talk to this shadow that I’ve become. I wish I was brave enough to start our conversation.

I wish.

But is wishing enough?

That was 74 words.

The first time I saw her I was heartbroken. Her eyes told no story, no secrets, no hope I wanted to search for. Instead, they showed whispers of a smothered fire, a forgotten life years ago.

If I had one word to describe her, it’d be ‘broken’.

Her crown was rusted, her skin a putrid green, no longer the shimmering bronze it was years ago. She holds a flame but her arms are shaking. In her hand she holds a stone tablet that matches everything on her body. At her feet it shows a promise that was broken years ago, a promise she can no longer hold.

The water that surrounds her has since been muddied and bloodied, lies told by those who had drawn her as children.

Atop her head sit windows, adults and children peek out with wonder as they stare at the water below.

She is magnificent. She is beautiful. She is broken.

The first time I saw her my heart broke.

I never saw her a second time.

The unforgiving winter gnawed at my heart, ensnaring it in a prison that I’m unable to leave. I closed my eyes, hoping to escape this frigid world. Opening them, to my surprise, I saw something brilliant and new. It was a single petal, floating to the ground. I threw myself towards it, examining this new specimen of existence. Suddenly, an abundance of petals floated down, forming a path that I rapidly followed. Reaching the end, the warmth of a newly formed spring enveloped me. I found myself whisked away to a brilliant garden, which was encamped by slender trees. Thousands of petals danced from the tree branches, decorating the ground. A bright sun shined down like an ethereal smile, melting the remaining amount of ice in my heart. It was a spring time paradise, and I longed for it to last forever, but then I closed and opened my eyes once more. Before me was the snow scene I thought I’d escaped. The cold pulled me back into its grasp, where I previously slumbered. Once more I closed my eyes, hoping that spring time would find me again, and release me from this winter.