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a girl stood on the street corner clutching a red balloon and an old, beat-up suitcase.
she was looking off into the distance, above the people and the skyscrapers and the look of determination on her face was so resolute that noone bothered telling her to get out of the way or that she was holding up sidewalk traffic or anything.
she was vivacious, religious, and ready to take on the world.
the dazzling city lights,
the dreary trash- covered streets,
she loved it.
people at work would ask her if she was thinking about ever going home.
she would reply "Home? like with Jesus Christ, my family, and anyone else I love ? I suppose I will go to Heaven whenever God decides that I've been out here away from home for much too long."
they would shake their heads in amazement and try to stop the jolt of sympathy they felt
while she managed a smile.
on the outside she was confidence, beauty, and building a very steady staircase upwards.
on the inside she was empty, excluding prayers and dreams.
she was surrounded by glossy ads and pictures that cluttered the space around her and caused her to look at every item of life with an interrupted view.
they helped her celebrate her eating disorder year after year.
pretty pretty pretty pretty
pretty pretty pretty
pretty pretty
an unachievable class
superficial, shallow still
the only words that she could occupy.
She liked to go for walks at midnight.
to breathe, and because in these moments, she felt like she owned the city. owned something.
she would take a few steps humming,
then stop and kick a pebble,
and whisper
"God. God. God.
I'm the worst kind of failure, ruining the most important thing you've given me: life.
I feel like I'm dying.
I've been on my way home for a long time.
I'm just speeding up the process."
things went even faster and she finally left the city.
People like to remember her standing on the street corner
with the balloon and the ambition and the hope.
the girl who looked like she'd had a glimpse of eternity and knew she was it.
I wanted to stay away from her.
I wanted to be her.
I was her.
she was looking off into the distance, above the people and the skyscrapers and the look of determination on her face was so resolute that noone bothered telling her to get out of the way or that she was holding up sidewalk traffic or anything.
she was vivacious, religious, and ready to take on the world.
the dazzling city lights,
the dreary trash- covered streets,
she loved it.
people at work would ask her if she was thinking about ever going home.
she would reply "Home? like with Jesus Christ, my family, and anyone else I love ? I suppose I will go to Heaven whenever God decides that I've been out here away from home for much too long."
they would shake their heads in amazement and try to stop the jolt of sympathy they felt
while she managed a smile.
on the outside she was confidence, beauty, and building a very steady staircase upwards.
on the inside she was empty, excluding prayers and dreams.
she was surrounded by glossy ads and pictures that cluttered the space around her and caused her to look at every item of life with an interrupted view.
they helped her celebrate her eating disorder year after year.
pretty pretty pretty pretty
pretty pretty pretty
pretty pretty
an unachievable class
superficial, shallow still
the only words that she could occupy.
She liked to go for walks at midnight.
to breathe, and because in these moments, she felt like she owned the city. owned something.
she would take a few steps humming,
then stop and kick a pebble,
and whisper
"God. God. God.
I'm the worst kind of failure, ruining the most important thing you've given me: life.
I feel like I'm dying.
I've been on my way home for a long time.
I'm just speeding up the process."
things went even faster and she finally left the city.
People like to remember her standing on the street corner
with the balloon and the ambition and the hope.
the girl who looked like she'd had a glimpse of eternity and knew she was it.
I wanted to stay away from her.
I wanted to be her.
I was her.
Literature
I hope its going to clear up
I hope its going to clear up, it can't continue rain for long. I think I'm going to take a look outside. The drapes always give me a hard time; oh, I think I broke them. Oh well I might as well just go outside. I better put my jacket on so I don't get to wet. Damn stairs, why do I have to live on the top floor. Maybe I should look for a new place, maybe a new city. I love the people here, but I get so damn bored. Maybe I don't evolve here; sometimes it feels like I'm just doing the same thing over and over. Only four stairs left. But I did just move back to this city two months ago, has it really just been two months? Yeah! I guess it's the p
Literature
If Tomorrow Never Comes
If tomorrow never comes,
Will I still feel you're the one?
Will I still remember every word you said?
Will I never escape the pain,
Of when you left?
Will I still remember,
Things that never happened?
Will I still feel alone, and so saddened?
If tomorrow never comes,
Will I still feel this way?
Will I still hold onto you,
With what remains of the day?
Will I remember what was,
If tomorrow never comes?
If tomorrow never comes,
Will I still be the same?
Will I still have heartache,
And memories of pain?
Will I still lose sleep,
Over someone I can't keep?
Will I still feel so angry,
And so weak?
And if tomorrow never comes,
Literature
Tonight
Tonight you called me beautiful and it hurt
Because
I had been trying so hard to be little and ugly
And then you found me and opened the door to everyone
So that everyone could
See the real me
Tonight you held my hand and it made me cry
Because I had never been touched
So deeply before
And I had wanted my body to be slime and mud
So that people would stay away
And then you touched me and you were
Beautiful
Tonight you kissed me and I said I was sorry
For being the way I am
Tonight you loved me and I'm afraid
That you'll change your mind tomorrow
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Run-ons, spelling errors..
Gimme a break. I'm submitting this quick in school.
(some of the things you'd think were errors are put in place on purpose)
BUT.. FINALLY.
Gimme a break. I'm submitting this quick in school.
(some of the things you'd think were errors are put in place on purpose)
BUT.. FINALLY.
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woah, thats amazing.
good work
good work