**_He had known love, but he never dared dream that he would be loved until he met HER.

_**

**_She is pure and good. A symbol of virtue. His companion. The inner turmoil, and the voices telling him he isn’t good enough, isn’t worthy, quiet when she is near._**

**_She is simple, delicate but brave and powerful in the moments that count most. She notices him, peers deep into him, and yet she keeps...

Love is a strange thing. Now, attraction I can understand. It’s biologic, it had an evolutionary need. Devotion, too, I understand. But love? It can be attraction, it can be devotion, it can be both, it can be neither. It is foreign, seemingly incorrect on so many levels.

Why is it that we fall in love? We love to say love is from the heart, but obviously a giant organ beating blood toward the re...

Shadows in the dark

Open up your jet black heart

Maybe there's light inside

That collided with the moon

It swallowed up your soul

It's not too late to make it known

Show me the other side

Pure magnificent light

The eclipse has you in its grasp

But really it's your own soul that's got you trapped

Don't cry beautiful heart

Don't fear the shadows in the dark

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I wrote this poem in 201...

_[fast forward]_

I applied my mascara with the precision I used in my collage applications. My eyeliner, a wing tip so sharp it could draw blood. A dangerous sort of beauty.

I glanced at the clock and a smile broke out and danced on my lips.

My morning routine was running five minutes ahead of schedule.

Today was going to be perfect.

After one last fit check- a casual pastel yellow sundress t...

I don’t like expressing my emotions

i’m very bad at it.

never did.

never really wanted to even

try to express them

until i saw her…

Suddenly all i could think about was her

the way she walked

the way she talked

the way she looked

the way she dressed

everything about her was stuck in my mind

i couldn’t stop.. Am I falling in love ?

with another girl.

she has ginger hair

canine teeth as she smiles...

Moon sobbed as she explained the local sorceress how Bramble had passed. She needed him back and she knew it would be expensive. It didn’t matter how much it would cost, as long as she could bring him back. He was everything to Moon although she didn’t know how to show him. She offered the lady her journal dedicated to him; the journal that held all of the words she didn’t know how to say. Moony f...

Some call me a psychopath. Others taunt me with names like “Emo Eza” or “Ross the Robot.” It’s fine, though, really. It doesn’t bother me. At least, not that they can tell. My face has been frozen in the same deadpan expression ever since I was a little kid. Ever since the accident.

It happened when I was just shy of six. My babysitter at the time thought it was a great idea for me to go play in ...

I don’t do this. I don’t fall in love, and I don’t talk about how I’m feeling. Never have. Only, he wants me to… and, I think I love him. I don’t even like typing that out. I feel … inferior in some odd way, knowing that this vulnerability can lead to sadness? Well, that’s a lot of emotion right there. I guess they’ve always been in me, just not always observed. I find myself wanting to cook dinne...

**_Davis_**

I run to the hallway to breath until my next class. But it won’t help, in my next class they’ll just look at me weird. I take my phone from out my back pocket and text my brother. I can’t go to bus either, even though the trips not long, I just…I just can’t.

**Can you pick me up after school?**

In a few seconds—**Yes**

***

**_Sullivan

_**I agreed to pick my little brother up afte...

It has been 8 school days, or one week and a day, since I have started 9th grade. One week and a day of ignoring the blue eyed devil sitting to my right in my homeroom. One week and a day _failing_.

Mrs. Hills, I appreciate her as a teacher and like her more than any other teacher I have in this grade, but did she really need to assign us partners? I’m fine with partner projects, I would usually ...