War
Two sides
Helpless and weak
Soldiers and the strong
Strengths gained through the struggle
Heroes are never built but made
Born are the cowards who couldn’t brave
The heat and pain, they’ll let others weep
War may have two sides but must they keep
Move onward, they will find a new way to grow
And build and fill in all that was lost
With change brings new thoughts and new ideas
We can overcome t...
No matter how good my bag smelled, it still wasn’t doing anything to calm my racing heart. I tossed my knapsack over my shoulder mentally telling myself everything I could to make the time pass faster. Here I was, a 16 year old boy walking straight to my death. Awesome. My life was quite the picnic.
I would never have thought I’d be here, I mean few really do, but you could say the reaping was en...
You know what? I am not okay.
4 years 8 months 19 days and 21 hours ago, began my nightly escapade of talking with the devil. Now, you may not take that literally, but I am quite literal when I say there is dark eyed, paled skin creep of a man that visits me at 2 am every night regardless of how much I try to avoid it. When I fall asleep, he jolts me awake. Switching rooms doesn’t do the trick. H...
If I were a beauty queen
How would I see myself?
Would I wear a crown everywhere I go?
Would I smile and wave to crowds I don’t know?
What would I do
If a world’s full of people saw such a view
Could I fall in love with myself
Or would my outer appearance triumph everything else?
Maybe I’d be down about my skills
Maybe I’d feel my life empty, unreal
Maybe I’d pick apart every inch
Every piece of...
Hospitals have a very unique smell. I bet you are imagining it right now. The mix of metal, chemicals, mediocre food and depression. Yeah, that itself pretty much sums up my stay. Well, that and the fact that I’m here all because I was hit by a freight train. Yup. Last year, I was recovering from a bullet to the thigh, and before that, a near-death sting from a jellyfish. What can I say? I get aro...
Everybody was running. It sounds pretty cliche if you ask me. From the stoic businessmen in their pristine suit and ties, hauling their luggage like they know exactly where they’re going, to the various families with little children, their parents hauling them by their arms while they wail, and struggling to haul multiple bags while looking lost in the chaos. I felt it too. With my little brother ...
Two names greeted me on the slip of paper in my hand. One of them being my own, Halle Jones, and the other… I growled. There’s no freaking way. No freaking way I was going to let Ms. Patrick partner me up for this school year’s biggest project with that clown. I looked to my right to see him trying to balance his science journal on top of his nose. He had his head tipped back, chin up, with no sen...