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Every morning I have to ride the bus And she's always there Her big bottom smooshing the seat She always shakes her head Looking angry I climb th..

Molten wax has slipped over my scar The one on my neck It burns at the scab Then cools and becomes solid I sigh, knowing that now, no one can see..

I probably should've told you that I swam in the dark So the sunfish couldn't see The lillies invisible To me, floated softly by Thethen wide-aw..

This is the beginning of a story I wrote in my free-time this summer, inspired by Stephanie Meyer's series.

My clothes smell Like the damp earth My hair struggles To maintain some shape My skin's covered In dirt and blades of grass My outlook bleak Du..

I sit, my bottom against a plastic seat She sits, her eyes intent on her food I sigh, watching her lift up the sandwich She bites, sinking her teet..

Held loosely Like the leash of a well-behaved dog She'd run for miles Until her muscles throbbed with aches Sung softly Like the lullaby of..

Alone, Surrounded by walls of iron She sits, Knees pulled to her chest Her arms, Wrapped around them Upset, She wants to cry But, She..

They shall hang limp at my side For now is my time My unbroken arms With no intention of reaching I remember one day, my fists Were clenched,..