This goes to you,

Bozo,

Because I thank you.

I thank you for being the friend of mine,

The one who never tries to take my spot,

Who never manipulates me,

Who makes me feel better than worse,

For giving me advice and letting me give you advice.

To Bozo,

Thank you.

You will never understand how much you mean to me.

You were the beacon in my room of darkness,

The rope pulling me back from the ...

Magical, Medicine Traveler,

Oh where can I buy your goods?

Magical, Medicine Traveler,

In the mountains, desert or woods?

Magical, Medicine Traveler,

Please do tell me where you are.

Magical, Medicine Traveler,

I pray at night it’s not too far.

Magical, Medicine Traveler,

They said you were real.

Magical, Medicine Traveler,

It is worry I most feel.

Magical, Medicine Traveler,

I’ve scoured every...

It’s been at least two or three days since that lamp in front of my house has started flickering. It’s been at least two or three days since I’ve lost my mind.

Usually, something like this doesn’t bother me. At least, not as much as others. Unfortunately for me, the window in which I look to for inspiration is positioned riiiiiiight in front of the lamp.

I think I’ve named it, by this time. A Pa...

“Father! Father! I’m flying!” Icarus exclaimed in glee. His Father’s invention had worked!

He was flying!

As he soared higher, the blond boy felt the air breeze over his pale skin. It felt heavenly! It felt as if he hadn’t a care in the world!

He whooped with joy and arched his body, sending his figure into a soumersalt.

Truly, this had to be the best feeling!

“Icarus, my son,” Daedalus began...

fault is such a fickle little word, it can mean anything.

was it my fault?

who’s was it?

how is the blame so easy to pin, yet so difficult to accept?

was it my fault?

my mind says yes, but my heart says no.

both are each wrong in their individual ways.

i want an answer.

but i fear the reply.

and so, these questions,

they stay in my heart.

they wait to be sung out,

a beautiful phrase,

a ...

As the school year ends, us students have our free time

Back, a time where we

Can sharpen our minds and put our creativity to the test, play in the

Dangerous spots, swim in the hot summer h-

Eat, and do whatever, or just stay alone if you pre-

Fer that; many kids have different wants, but you do whatever’s

Good for you, we don’t care, I sure know

I don’t, so sit and your room and tell you...

Sometimes I wonder,

How long will it take for them to stop?

For them to stop giving me attention?

For them to turn away and make snide comments?

For them to stop showing me any traces of human affection?

And I know,

I know, trust me,

That this isn’t good to think of.

Yet the thought won’t escape me.

She’s my friend,

But I wonder how long would it take,

I wonder when the word would be used no...

Car rides on a hot day can make me nauseous.

They make me feel like I want to throw up.

Like I want to cry.

Make me feel horrible.

And secretly angry at myself.

For not preventing the nausea.

By finding a way to chill.

Car rides make me wonder why some reactions to the things I do are so strong.

Car rides make me sad.

To: Car rides

From: Soph

:)...

as the rain falls

i cant help but think

about how the sadness calls

to me. im on the brink.

the tears tug at my eyes

and the sorrow brings down my mouth

i swat the feelings like flies

as things begin to go south.

i haven't done half of my work,

and the day is soon gone

guilt laughs at me, curt

my day is chucked at the lawn

i woke up late today,

i took a little too long to break

i had too much t...

It’s better to to tell me,

To give me your glasses and let me see.

It’s better to stop hiding,

To not leave me blind, crying.

Please turn on a light,

Let it creep through the darkness, make it right.

Black is more blinding,

Than any lie you’ve ever told, still binding.

I know you’re scared,

But it’s okay, I’ve come prepared.

I’ve thought, and thought, and thought it through:

Making me wonder’...