My dear,
  I'm assuming that you're 18+ now or atleast mature enough to read and understand what I'm writing you now. I want you to know that you're beautiful and courageous, it's something you have inherited from your family and no matter what people say just "BE YOU AND STAY YOU".
I'm writing this to highlight a path for you I know you don't need any guidance people often say it when they are getting mature or you can...

Who am I?
Who am I in the eyes of strangers?
Who am I in the eyes of friends and family?
But none of them matter.

Who am I in the eyes of myself?
I am the unknown. 
A mystery to even those who love me.
An unsolvable puzzle to even myself. 
A mess and an angel all at once. 

So weak and vulnerable, yet so brave and strong. 
So foolish and absurd, yet so intelligent and ordinary. 
So indolent...

In the end it was silence that saved her. 

Her mother used to say that she was born in noise. Her screaming melody echoed into the shaky darkness and her heart, vibrant and fierce, seemed to burst from her tiny chest. She was forged in fire and blazed with an inexplicable freedom, thundering from her twisting fingers as she painted her pillow with broken strands of hair. Life was fast and hard, a series of ticks and nods and broken...

Death isn't the moment you stop breathing.
Not the moment your eyes shut forever.
Not the moment your heart stops beating.

Death is the moment you forget how to smile.
How to appreciate and gratify.
How to love and live.
How to maintain peace and control. 
Death is not the end. 

She ran, white dress flying, like a wolf,
She leaped, dark hair flying, like a deer,
Her skin dark ebony dotted with light freckles,
Her eyes, green orbs like fireflies, 
Her dress made up of lily petals,
Her pearls, clear water from rain, 
Barefooted with golden amber anklets,
Hands slender and well made,
Tall and proud she roams the wood,
She seems to grow towards the light,
She is young with the burning
Flame of wild passion
Yet every night...

She ran, white dress flying, like a wolf,
She leaped, dark hair flying, like a deer,
Her skin dark ebony dotted with light freckles,
Her eyes, green orbs like fireflies, 
Her dress made up of lily petals,
Her pearls, clear water from rain, 
Barefooted with golden amber anklets,
Hands slender and well made,
Tall and proud she roams the wood,
She seems to grow towards the light,
She young with the burning
With the wild flame of passion
Yet every...

Free, wild, dancing under the dark shadowy oak,
Happy, young, laughing by the pebble-filled brook,
Splashing, in ankle deep water,
Skirts raised, Denim jeans rolled up,
Hollers of squeals, shouts of joy,
The plait loosens and is pulled undone,
Hair is wild and tangly,
Spring daisies and buttercups hang in chains,
Around her neck and hair,
As does he, though less happy
Sisters dance around her like fairies, 
The boys make a fire of roaring flames,
Far from the rules...

The door creaked open, two unfamiliar faces.
Insurance, again. “Go. Away.” Why bother?
But outside, they placed the fruits at her doorstep and left quietly. 

Throw away your powdered wigs! Throw away your masks— they don't pull funny faces! Throw away your graces, and we'll chase them with butterfly nets.

Stoic Guardians of the sacred passage:
Infinitesimal quarks, imposing steel behemoths.
Faithfully mark and record and admire
The world and beyond, of things now transpired.

collard ties and plaid
stranded desk
red screech and dismay
footsteps flatten tile
abrupt unit alter
absent dismissal chime
deserted blacktop
uneaten Lunchables
crushed  literate vigor
streaked chalk
cabinets locked
tables shake
silent whimper
wet rosy cheek
shivering youth
still creaky vent
standby heater
passing metal breeze 
fire past flesh lobe
pointed barrel


 

    Callie Dunvelet turned a page in her book. The wind blew her hair into her face as she swung in the hammock. Brushing her hair off her face, Callie dogeared her page to mark her place, and close her book. She jumped out of the swaying hammock and let her feet sink into the soft grass that covered the ground around her. A phoenix sung in the tree above her. Callie whistled back at the magnificent creature, then skipped from...

The pain engulfs me, 
​Sending away all logic, 
Consumes me.

​Drop to the ground,
Moan and wail,
Heighten the pain.

to my dear spunky friend
never shown unlively
defending at all costs
phrases like;"what", or, "huh"

presents confidently
words of pure intellect
processed in her fashion 
sounds with much elegance
 
soft blonde tufts of the wise
freckled with charisma
lanky stacked pile of wit
 eyes saving all beloved

phantasmagorical
times spend at peacefull ease
sweet ephemeral joy
us speaking in silence






 

Raised white lines,
Red angry marks,
​Thin white stains, 
Scars.

Hides her arms,
Cries to sleep,
Emotions to heavy,
Scars.

​Dreams of death,
​Shaking, shaking,
Runs out of breath,
​Scars.

​Struggles to leave bed, 
Waits for morning patiently, 
Waits for night again,
Scars.

Flashbacks and cigarettes,
​Pills and cuts,
​Knives and alcohol,
Scars.
 

A gaping hole where my heart should be,
Blood soaking my body.

Stiff, sore, 
But still moving forward.
 

I don't think there'll ever be a happily ever after for me.
But maybe it isn't about the happy ending. Maybe it's about the story.
"And what about you father, anything about him?" Damon asks.
"No." I pick a petal from my shorts and drop it out the window, into the driveway. "Not yet."
"Then they won't find him. If they haven't yet, they won't."
"They say he's left the country. Think he went to Canada."
It's been almost two...

Preheat the bedroom to 350 degrees F and prepare two 9 inch heart shapes. 

1. In a small mixing bowl, combine the bookstore and the steaming cafe. Stir until their both thoroughly combined--set aside to cool.
2. In a separate small mixing bowl, combine two cups of sweetness, 3 spoons of laughter, and 1 cup of mini kisses. Whisk together to mix. Set it aside to cool.
3.  With an electric mixer, grab a large mixing bowl and add 3 yolks of intimate...

hi nanny! this is alex, your oldest great-granddaughter.
i just wanted to express my gratitude for all you have done throughout your years as my great-grandmother for me and for my family.
without you, i wouldn't be where i am today.
all of my life would be different; i can't imagine who i would be.
thank you for everything you have ever given and done for me, and thank you for being the best great-grandmother I have.
<3 alex

the perfect weekend would consist of:

• hours spent with my boyfriend
• hours spent with my friends
• a few episodes of bobs burgers
• my spotify playlists on repeat
• a few hours with family
• an hour with my therapist
• a sleepover with friends
• a meal at bad daddys burger bar
• a cake batter ice cream cup from kilwins
• a meal at noodles and company
• endless inside jokes with my best friend
• hours spent writing
• being wide awake anytime past 2
• being in...

"Did you ever hear the Tragedy of Darth Plagueis the Wise?
I thought not. It's not a story the Jedi would tell you.
It's a Sith Legend. Darth Plagueis was a Dark Lord of the Sith, so powerful and so wise he could use the Force to influence the Midichlorians to create life... He had such a knowledge of the Dark Side that he could even keep the ones he cared about from dying. The Dark Side of the Force...

The Whitesuits were in their headquarters, which was just Alexander’s house. They all sat on his bedroom floor, with a binder in their hands.

”All right,” Horace said,”I can hit up all the convenience stores in the downtown area, since I live their anyway....”

Richard held up a map of the school. “I can wait be the cafeteria delivery area,” He suggested.

”No that won’t work,” Thomas pointed at the map,”Mr. Conrad parks his car near there.”

”Indeed,” Dwight said,”I...

it is the fights, the support;
the love, the hate;
the drama, the peace;
the tears and the laughter.
 
it is about the experiences, the new things;
the hobbies, the work;
the common themes, the differences.
 
it is friendship, and
friendship is two people coming together,
is about two people being able to count on each other,
and share clothing and food and stories.

i don't know much about politics yet
sometimes i feel like i know more than
some of those goddamn fucking
idiots who have voted and
can vote for these elected officials.

Jocks, the most annoying people you will ever meet.
Nerds, my homies the Book worms.
Misfits, who don't care if they fit in or not.
Queen Bees, the rulers of high school.
Geeks, gamers all the way!
Sweet people who are mistreated
Troublemakers, who, well cause trouble.
The Bro who claims he is friends with everyone.
Outcasts trying to fit in.
The smart girl stuck in the popular clique.  

This is my Life in high school.