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Any minute now,
I will be called to give back my instrument that has served me for four years,
I’ve been counting down the days until I’d return,
Like a small seed beginning to sprout from the soil
A story of many chapters begins
The plot of a life's story cannot spoil
As the small, naive child widely grins
So covered in wounds
I became one
to all that I loved, to all that I knew.
A very vicious cycle of abuse.
It felt like I was walking in my sleep
This girl This girl did not grow up alone She lived in a home With 5 girls and one boy And a mom and dad who was like a stone This girl This girl has a heartA heart that beats for music and fashion An everlasting passion that she thought could ne
The day I almost took a life.
It was July 27th around 7:30 p.m.
It was a very rainy night
My boyfriend and I were coming back from a Chase bank.
O beauty, stain my childhood.
Violate my young mind
with the unobtainable feats
that no girl can reach,
yet she will always die trying.
In youth, I never knew
My features are carried from
I feel so much better
Better than before,
The hate I endured
Surely had no cure,
The way I looked
The way I spoke,
No one knows
The pain I took,
Amongst other things
A financial burden,
I woke up to the feeling of my feet touching the baseboard
A feeling that I'd often ignored.
But this time it felt different.
I strode over to my closet grabbing my favorite shirt.
I am not a pink bloom
With its free-spirited nature
Nor am I the alluring red
I am a white rose
Many have made attempts
To inject me with dye
And while it took for a while
You guessed it
I miss it
I miss wanting to grow up so bad
that I forget being grown up sucks
I’m better
smarter
harder
But I could use a playground.
The Young Sapling
By: Madison Winchell
The young sapling, small and frail
Is suffocated by the roots of mature trees.
You begin to understand the flow a little more as you go
This much I know.
Never here nor there,
It’s ethereal
All around us, in the air.
It’s all around you
There’s no denying it
Here is your flower, you only get one
You’ll come to see its precious by the time I am done
It is something many will try to take, but your grip you cannot break
She looked at me and sighed.
I brace myself, for I know
The edge of a temper always wins.
“You know this hurts
It hurts
It hurts
Social media news
a trend has come a new
ten years, how time flew
baby faced had no clue what I was getting into
the world was my playground, the sky was blue.
Money doesn’t grow on trees
Which was clearly hard for me to see
I’d ask my mom to buy for me
There you are once again lying on the floor motionless
I hear the echos of my younger sister from the bedroom sobbing
You are drunk once again and therefore, i must step up on my own two feet
One day you're at in high school living at home all with a huge smile
The next day you're out in the world thinking the cluelessness will only last a while
You have no idea what it is you'd like to do or who you want to be
Society seems to think it necessary
But what is this garment?
Mother says I have become a woman
My childhood is under bombardment.
It's been years now but, the words still hurt like it was yesterday. I am grown now but, why do I still feel this childish hurt everday. I say im happy but, I still find myself in the back of the room or comfortable only in the shadows.
Speaking to a co-worker,Casual words,Taxes?That's something for adults,Something to complain about at dinner parties,But I have been working,Every day and every night,My taxes are due.A long night filled,Complicated forms,Confusion, andChecks.At t
Speaking to a co-worker,Casual words,Taxes?That's something for adults,Something to complain about at dinner parties,But I have been working,Every day and every night,My taxes are due.A long night filled,Complicated forms,Confusion, andChecks.At t
Childhood Innocence is not something
That can be kept for forever
Though sometimes the world steals it away
Keeping us from personal endeavors.
Picture this, picture me;
Everything comes to an end
Something you have to get used to
Something that we can’t stop
These changes keep coming
life is not the same
as is once used to be
back when I ran and played.
Now I've got chores to do
and I have to decide
what career to pursue
1,2,3
hey little Bri
Everything has changed
It's not how it used to be
from a shy little girl
curled up in her head
to a full grown women
lying in her bed
thinking of her dreams
I'm crying in the closet
Over a girl
How Ironic
That now is the moment
That I want my mother most.
I was shaking on the ground
When I started to stop,
I raised my head up
they say that young snakes are much more dangerous than adult ones
this being because they are so young they haven’t learned how to control how much venom they release when they bite
maybe that’s why young love is so potent
