Will Mitchell leaned against the lockers and stared at Neil Parker. The older boy lay on the floor, his head surrounded by blood. Was Neil dead? Or just unconscious? Will dropped the baseball bat he had used to attack the bully. It hit the floor with a lo...
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Unraveling an Icon
If given the chance, what would you change?Oh God, I want to get out of here," she moaned aloud to no one in particular. "Leave? Before the fireworks at midnight?" I, handsomely dressed in a black suit, slipped onto a barstool beside her. “Do I know you, sweetie?” She didn't turn towards me when s...
Toxic Pull
Lucy learns the love you want, is not necessarily the one you need.The rhythmic, pounding bass and the horns of the Imperial March made her sit up, frantically searching for the phone in the dark. Her hand brushed against something cold, and then she heard the crashing sound of the water glass falling to the floor.“Shit,...
We Started As Friends
A re-write of another poem...based on something my girlfriend said to me...a 67Goat poem...We started out as a couple of friends,Who saw each other now and then, Two people hurt many times before, And afraid of getting hurt once more. Slowly we began to share long walks, And share our thoughts in quiet talks, And of each other we soon grew fond...
Nancy
Just a poem about a girl I met in April...that's my story and I'm sticking to it...How did you know I needed you?That I really needed someone new,How did you know I was alone?When suddenly you came along.Did you know you’d brighten my day?That I really needed a friend today,Did you really know it’s been a while?That I have seen so brigh...
Are They Happier Without Me?
This was definitely my most popular poem when it came out...by far...Thinking about the loves of the past,All the loves that didn’t last.All my loves of yesterday,I wonder where they are today,The close moments that we shared,The loving words that said we cared.I think about the ones that slipped on by,I sit by myself and...
HOPE - ONE SHOT-
Hope keeps us alive, running on...Hope. Hope really was a wonderful thing; it could keep even the most browbeaten spirit up and running for hours, just to get to that warm golden glow at the end of the tunnel. Hope is a delicate balance of trust, persuasion of one’s self and pure, untaint...