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Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:37

If I was a candle, would you be my flame?

If I were a bell, would you be my tower?

If I was the student, would you be the teacher?

If I were a song, would you be the dancer?

If I was a meldoy, would you be my lryics?

If I were a book, would you be my reader?

If I were a poem, would you be my reciter? 

If I were a flower, would you be the honey bee?

If I were a tree, would you be my needles?

If I was a lock, would you be my key?

If I were the artwork, would you be my sketch book?

If I was frozen, would you be the heat that thawed me out?

If I were a princess, would you be my knight in shining armor?

Or would you fall back into the shadows?

Unwilling to touch a flower so deadly.

For you are no longer the flame to my candle, because it has long burned out. 

For you are no longer my tower, because you buckle and broke under the weight of the chimming bell at the top.

For you are no longer the teacher, because you failed to teach the lesson that waited around the corner. 

Your dance moves no longer sync with the beat of my song. 

Your lryics no longer match my melody.

For you are no longer my reader, my reciter, my needles, my honey bee. 

For you are no longer my key, for my lock has changed. 

For my mixed media artwork, no longer matches your one media sketch book. 

For you are no longer the heat that thaws me out, for I was the flame the whole time. 

For you are no longer my knight in shining armor, for your armor has rusted.

For you are no longer my muse, for you are as dull as old bronze. 

For you are no longer my desire, because you tried to smother my only glowing ember.

For you are no longer on my mind, because as I fell backwards, arm extended for someone or something to grab onto; you stood back and laughed.

You cackled as I bulit myself up to be something stronger without you.

For you are nothing more than a grainy image, pushed to the back of my memory. 

 

Birthday

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:37

Today was an extremely special day. My birthday!  I had recieved many wishes from my friends and calls from my family all day long.  But this wasn't what my birthday was all about.  It was about getting those pristine, priceless pair of nike basketball shoes I had customized.  However, no shoe-box shaped gift appeared in the assembly of presents before me.  I ate my cake at the table suspiciously, knowing my family had something planned.  Afterwards, I began opening my gifts: shirts, a new backpack, a basketball--nothing.  I half-heartedly thanked my parents and brothers for the birthday celebration and proceeded to pick up the wrapping paper.  

"Jimmy," my dad crooned with his hands behind his back.  "I think you forgot something"

He whipped out a nike shoe box and I grabbed the nike shoe box euphorically.  I paused before I opened it.

"Thanks, Dad."  I popped open the lid and closed my eyes.  I opened them slowly.  My dad was giggling uncontrollably and, puzzled, I looked downwards.

In the box lay a white piece of paper with the words GOTCHA! written in bold red.

I knew my dad was a dirty rotten scoundrel.

 

 

 

The Object

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:36

"WHAT THE #### IS THAT!" Alan whisper screams as a weird looking object flies off the shelf and lands at my feet. "I-I don't know." I say, bewildered. I bend down and pick it up, it starts glowing a faint blue. "JACK WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? PUT THAT THING DOWN!!" 

"But, its so.....pretty....I'm going to buy it."

"ARE YOU ####### CRAZY!? IT'S GLOWING! AND PROBABLY POSSESING YOU AS WE SPEAK!" He says as I start walking toward the counter to pay. I don't know what happened after that. According to Alan I went totaly insane, saying weird things, acting weird. He said they even called an exorist, but there was nothing he could do. Then they called at least two experts and even they said they couldn't do anything and that I should be put into an insane asylum. My parents took their advice. That was over ten years ago. Alan still visits me sometimes, along with dad and pop. That thing I got at the store must have messed with my mind but I don't care because it's my best friend. They all say I'm crazy but my best friend says I'm not. I'm not crazy.......

From Old Guitars

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:36

I am from board games and old guitars,

From wooden picture frames and scraps of paper.

I am from the red peeled paint on the weathered siding,

From the smell of of lilac candles.

I am from the pine trees I used to climb and the sound of chunks of wood hitting the bottom of the wheelbarrow.

I am from the beaten trail in the woods,

on which I used to race my cousin.

 

I’m from chocolate milkshakes in old fashioned glasses and moonlight walks in the winter,

From Jennifer and John.

I’m from stacking wood and making a mess of the kitchen,

From baking pies and pastries and wrapping and re-wrapping presents.

 

I’m from “Because I said so” and “See yah later alligator”

And The Wheels On The Bus.

I’m from fancy ribbon and pretty wrapping paper,

From Guilford and Brattleboro and Maine and Kansas.

I’m from pecan pie and candied yams.

 

I am from racing horses all over New England,

From long brown hair and deep blue eyes.

I am from the shelf of old dusted photo albums

sitting sturdy on the wooden shelf.

The Fire Proof Sword

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:35

The Fire Proof Sword

Orange handle glowing bright

Like it was on fire but it wasn't

It had light

that shot through me

It made me want to go towards it

I went and touched it and felt this sensation

like it was on fire but it doesnt hurt

 

 

 

 

Run

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:35

Running, sweating, then running more. All my mind can think of is run, run as far and as fast as the strength of my legs could carry me. The street lights and full moon guid me through the empty trashfilled city. Keeping my eyes forward not daring to look back I start losing my breath with every step. I can hear the sirans piercing within my ears, I tried covering them at one point but the result was futile. Trees laid straight ahead and I took a bolting turn into the forest. My weak and tired body became heavier than I remember, I could hear the thump thump of my heartbeat through my ears.

Once or twice I tripped over small logs but was able to surprisingly continue to run. I never knew my body was capable of such movement for a long period of time. But I had my limits. Slowly, slowly, I start losing my energy. I can still hear the rustling steps of people behind me. With every slowing step I begin to lose hope. Hope in running away from my problems, running from the mistakes and regrets I've made. Step, pant, step, pant, step, step, pant pant. I stop. Tackled to the ground I taste the dirtfilled leaves and grass that get stuck in between my teeth. At this moment everything goes in slow motion even though in reality it went by shockingly fast. It's over. The running, the burning sensation in my legs, my tired eyes that squink with drousiness. It's over. The heartbeat that pounds my eyes, the sweat dripping down my back. It's over. But my mistakes and regrets will always linger, will always haunt me, they will never be over. 

Injustice

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:35

I watched him walk down the street,

All insecure and scared. 

I started to follow behind him, 

He looked back and saw my glare. 

He started to walk faster and faster.

Trying to escape my future feat, 

He turned into an ally running, 

Unknowing,

Where he was going. 

Cornering himself, 

He tried to run but before he slipped,

I caught his gut with my knife, 

I so gracfully,

I so quickly, 

Pulled from my holster. 

It dripped with bright red blood onto the ground,

Creating a bland brown color, 

As it mixed with dirt and rain. 

The pungent odor of week old garbage filled my nose, 

As I threw the body in the dumpster. 

I turned the corner I saw a friend.

"Hello officer" he says to me,

And I continued to walk as I tipped the brim of my cap to the ground,

With a smile of kindnes and saftey.

A Siren in the Night

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:32

Do you ever wake up and don't know where you are?

Do you ever wake up and feel scared to death but don't know why?

Have you ever woken up not knowing who you are for just a quick second?

Have you ever woken up to the sound of objects clattering?

Or hearing screams in the night?

Have you woken up to nothing but darkness?

And all of a sudden, see a red light. Faint but luminous?

And the last sound you hear before you fall back into the trance of slumber. A siren.

User Error

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:31

My boyfriend tells me that 99% of the time technical difficulties are due to “human error.” This, above all things, makes me want to throw my phone against the wall because, after all, how can my phone not working be MY fault?!

 

Throwing the phone against the wall, however, usually doesn’t help the problem. Let’s face it: this piece of technology is very different from old TV sets. you know, the kind of TV sets that required a good whack time and again to get it working again. I’m pretty sure the manufacturer of those archaic beings even included a “good whack” in the troubleshooting section of the operating manual. Banging your iPhone on a wall, however, probably doesn’t rattle its components back into working condition, and definitely isn’t included in the troubleshooting section of the owner’s manual.

Smart phones

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:30

People get mad at there smart phones when the boy they don't like does not snapchat them, or they just lost their highest streak. 

Sirens

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:30

He heared the sirnes. He new he did something wrong. They were getting closer. He wanted it, was it worth it. They were getting closer. He wanted to show his friends he was cool enough to have them. Was it worth it? They were getting closer. They were just $100, but his family coudn't afford them, just like sports, new shoes or clothing, and a propper home. They were getting closer. He began to run, he till his his throat was dry and his crap was two painful. He looked for somewhere to go, nowhere. Nowhere to go or hide, nowhere safe for him to be. They were getting closer. What was he going to tell the police or his parents. He stopped and stood there looking straight like a statue wth emotions. Nervousnes flooded over him like the tears in his eyes. He dropped the shoes and waited, waiting for them to come and take him like they took his brother. They were getting closer. He looked at the shoes one more time. Then, the sirens were there. The boy was left with nothing but the police, himself, and the cold night. It was over that was that.

Bad luck

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:30

     That's how it all ended. What ended you may ask? My career. My friendship. The world as we know it. I had it all fame, money, and the best friend in the whole wide world. Well like I said I had it, now it's just me.                                                                                                                  Let me take you back to the simpler times, when I first started out. I was a 13 year old girl with a big dream and a rich family. So I had an advantage. I was discovered at a young age to be a singer. By the time I was 16 I had it all, the tours and the screaming fans. Life was good. My best friend came with me on almost every tour and show. She was not famous and she was okay with that. Her name was Malia, she was perfect. She was supportive and kept me in line. My life was amazing and perfect, well almost.                                                                                            I had been in the industry for about three years now and I was having a bit of trouble with the management I was with. They were paying me less than I should be making and they won't let me collab yet. I feel that as an artist I should be able to collab and be creative. They didn't see that. So I talked to my mom who was in charge of everything I do and say about what I could do. She totally disagreed with me and she said I was being ridiculous. I knew that I wasn't and I was going to do something about it, so I did. I asked Malia if she was on board but she thought it was to risky. I again didn't agree and got upset. I said things that I didn't mean and did some regretful things that night.                                          First thing stop on the regret train, management's office. I took an Uber to the office, originally to tell them my thoughts. That didn't go as planned. I got there and there was a big meeting talking about cuts and things they had to do to produce more money. At the time I didn't know what the meeting was about. So I barged and demanded for a raise in pay and to have more creative rights. That did not go well not only was I escourted out of the building I was kicked out of the management. That meeting was to help me and I blew it. They were going to make cuts so they could pay me more and to fund collabs. There I was ruining it, and my career.                                                                                                  Word got out fast and soon no one would take me for their labels. My fans died down and Malia was mad at me. Next stop my fight with Malia that night when i told her what I did. Again things did not go well. Last stop the fight I had with my Mom. I can't even talk about the way my Mom looked at me. Soon I became a has been, not a will be. I was forgotten, people move on. The only good thing about this is that it is completely made up and untrue.

just fade away

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:29

The tears i shed the words i cry

it doesn't seem matter

to you my dear it comes and go’s

now let it fade away

You held me up but i fell down

falling into darkness

You probably left cuz you saw me as the person i reiley am

My heart aches

my heart breaks now that you have gone

Im burning on the inside

Im burning all around

The tears i shed

The words i cry

It doesn't seem to matter

To you my dear you come and go

Now just fade away.   

 

  

 

 

Object

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:29

Weird shop

In the shop so quite so lonely so sad.

I entered without anyone knowing.

I asked myself what I'm I doing here?

I decided to leave but, stay instead

I found a mysterious object

A glass and there it was. 

Bad luck

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:28

     That's how it all ended. What ended you may ask? My career. My friendship. The world as we know it. I had it all fame, money, and the best friend in the whole wide world. Well like I said I had it, now it's just me.                                                                                                                  Let me take you back to the simpler times, when I first started out. I was a 13 year old girl with a big dream and a rich family. So I had an advantage. I was discovered at a young age to be a singer. By the time I was 16 I had it all, the tours and the screaming fans. Life was good. My best friend came with me on almost every tour and show. She was not famous and she was okay with that. Her name was Malia, she was perfect. She was supportive and kept me in line. My life was amazing and perfect, well almost.                                                                                            I had been in the industry for about three years now and I was having a bit of trouble with the management I was with. They were paying me less than I should be making and they won't let me collab yet. I feel that as an artist I should be able to collab and be creative. They didn't see that. So I talked to my mom who was in charge of everything I do and say about what I could do. She totally disagreed with me and she said I was being ridiculous. I knew that I wasn't and I was going to do something about it, so I did. I asked Malia if she was on board but she thought it was to risky. I again didn't agree and got upset. I said things that I didn't mean and did some regretful things that night.                                          First thing stop on the regret train, management's office. I took an Uber to the office, originally to tell them my thoughts. That didn't go as planned. I got there and there was a big meeting talking about cuts and things they had to do to produce more money. At the time I didn't know what the meeting was about. So I barged and demanded for a raise in pay and to have more creative rights. That did not go well not only was I escourted out of the building I was kicked out of the management. That meeting was to help me and I blew it. They were going to make cuts so they could pay me more and to fund collabs. There I was ruining it, and my career.                                                                                                  Word got out fast and soon no one would take me for their labels. My fans died down and Malia was mad at me. Next stop my fight with Malia that night when i told her what I did. Again things did not go well. Last stop the fight I had with my Mom. I can't even talk about the way my Mom looked at me. Soon I became a has been, not a will be. I was forgotten, people move on. The only good thing about this is that it is completely made up and untrue.

A Siren in the Night

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:28

Have you woken up to nothing but darkness?

And all of a sudden, see a red light. Faint but luminous?

And the last sound you hear before you fall back into the trance of slumber. A siren.
Do you ever wake up and don't know where you are?

Do you ever wake up and feel scared to death but don't know why?

Have you ever woken up not knowing who you are for just a quick second?

Have you ever woken up to the sound of objects clattering?

Or hearing screams in the night?
 

Privilege

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:28

Short short long

Pulsing

It is the heartbeat that could save a heart

The siren that rings terror of some and hope for others.

Is it death? Or is it another chance of life?

I cannot speak for those who feel the terror, for I only feel the privilege of my pigment.

For those who are invoked by terror, I can only feel sorrow. I feel division. 

Am I the lucky one? 

Am I the one forced to look upon death as it arrives untimely?

Or am I the one who could make the change?

Am I the one who could save a life and doesn't?

Am I the one so surrounded with privilege that a sacrifice for others is unimaginable?

I am angry for I may be all of these.

I am angry. 

I am sad.

What I am they know. 

What I am I know.

My parents know. 

I know. 

They knew.

 

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Draco Malfoy, the boy who had no choice

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:28

If you know me, you have probably heard people say that I am "The Boy who Made All the Wrong Choices." The truth is that I am "The Boy Who Had No Choice." Here is my story.

I was born in a wizarding world, in London, England. My parents are Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy. We live in our home/mansion called Malfoy Manor. My parents have been connected to The Dark Lord, ever since I was born so I have been raised to respect the ways that he believes. My parents raised me to hate people with different blood status that my family, so Half Blooded witches and wizards, or muggle borns/mudbloods as I call them. 

When I turned 11, I got my Hogwarts letter. I knew I would get it because my parents were both powerful wizards when they went. I was a little scared at first, but my parents told me that two of my friends were also going. Ever since my family has joined the supporters of the Dark Lord, we have had oher supporters come over to our Manor. Two of those happened to have sons who were the same age as me, and also would be attending Hogwarts. Those people were Crabbe and Goyle.

When it was my first year of Hogwarts, I got sorted into Slytherin. It was not that much of a suprise, because my family has had decades of people who had gotton Slytherin too. My friends also got into that house too which was also not a suprise. Over that year, I made a few more friends named Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini. I also had made an enemy. Harry Potter. He had not accepted my handshake the day I asked him to be my friend. I got really shocked, but after a while, I was glad he said no. He had gotton very arrogant towards me and the other Slytherins.

The next few years passed, and not that much stuff happened until the end of the fifth year. Over the summer, my parents gave me what they called "Good news." They told me that the Dark Lord had a task for me to perform for my sixth year at Hogwarts. The task was to mend the vanishing cabinet and kill Dumbledore, the headmaster at Hogwarts. 

Over the sixth year, I heard that Blaise and Theodore had also been chosen like me to join the Dark Lord. They had secretly been helping me over our time at school during some classes that we skipped, and times like during meals, and during periods we had off. Some Slytherins were worried about us, because of how much we have been skipping. We finally fixed the cabinet once we came back from Christmas break. Harry was pretty suspicious even after the duel we had. 

After Snape had killed Dumbledore but then got killed by the Dark Lord, the battle of Hogwarts had started. I did not attend my last year of Hogwarts that year because of all the chaos. During the battle, I had finally decided that I do not have to follow in the footsteps that my father put for me. I decided to do my life my own way. I joined the other side to fight on, but my parents just told me to come over to their side. 

I really didn't want to, but had to. I went over to their side and left the war before any of us could get hurt. In the end, after I got married, I did not force the same beliefs that my father did on my towards my son, Scorpius. He ended up becomeing friends with a Potter actually. This was my life, as Draco Malfoy.

The Siren

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:28

"Oh no the siren is coming" I yell back to my friend Emma. 

"It's ok they won't get us, the crime wasn't that bad." Emma says.

"That bad! We stole the presidents daughter, I think that's pretty bad." 

"Ok ok your right. Hey there's a cave over there let's go there." Emma says running the way of the cave. I make it to the cave and put the president's daughter in the corner. "Ok so what do we do with her?" Emma asks.

"Well the people didn't say, they just said to steal her and don't get caught." I say.

"Oh well that was helpful. Why did we agree to this were only kids."

"Remember they said they would help our family."

"Yeah I know they just better hurry up." 

"Yeah they better." Emma says. Emma walks over to the president's daughter and starts to talk to her. I walk over to the entrance of the cave. The cold wind blows on my face cooling me down. 

 

 

 

Not my fault...

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:27

It wasn't my fault. Wasn't my fault I'm the bad guy. Not my fault I killed all those people. Made my family's life a living nightmare. Made my city hate me. Made everyone hate me. I used too be a good, average citizen. Used to go to the bakery and grab myself a bagle, like an ordinary person. However, once you try something bad.... you're  reputation turns around. One second you're an average citizen... next second, you're the villian of everyone's life. All I did was get in a fight, but the fight turned aweful. It was 11 pm. I was getting home to my family from a rough day at work. I wasn't in a great mood. 

"I'm home" I said, groggily.

No one answered. I sighed and plopped myself down on the couch. To my surprise my parents came in and glared at me. 

"What is this Daniel?" my mother said.

She dropped a gun on the coffee table in front of me. I sat up and groaned.

"It's for protection mother" I said rubbing my eyes, why can't they just stop butting into my life.

dream on!!

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:27

I dreamed

I was martin luther king

On a wonderful march of freedom

Chanting “I had a dream”

Happly

 

The stalker

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:27

This guy was walking into the store. He got some soda and chips for a party. As soon as he got out of the store, there was a police car with it's siren on. He started running to the house so he can't be late. As he was running, he heard the siren get louder and louder. He turned around and there was a cop that was driving and following him. He started to sprint into the forest where the party was held.

Dad lost.

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:27

In storys there also a bad guy a bully, thief, villain, well in my story thats me. I'm not a bully I'm actually highly liked, I'm popular, jock, perfect girlfriend, perfect family, tons of money, well, life is not perfect when you had a family that did not want you. I was at the age of 6 and my dad dropped me of at the high way and left. That can change someone, it sure did change me. Everyone thinks Ethan Wills has it good but I dont, know one will ever know how I feel, no one will ever feel like a black hole inside your stomach because your dad did not want you and he dropped you off on the highway saying "Be right back Kidd-o, gotta make a quick stop." but they never come back and you stay there for days and when you see the car that you thought was your dads car but it was not.  

Smartphone

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:27

My phone and I have a love hate relationship. I love my phone when it works like how they advertise it. I hate my phone when I have to power it off every 30 seconds because my screen will stop working. When this happens I usually get frustrated and yell. After yelling for a good solid 5 minutes I try to calm down and go watch TV or play video games. If that doesn't distract me from the fact that my phone doesn't work then I will grab my phone and try to fix it. As usual I get to hotheaded and began to throw a fit like a 5 year old and start blaming other people.(Usaully my sister) Then my mom wil here the yelling  and try to break up the fight. This usually doesn't work I just end up in a fight with my mom and my sister. I get sent to my room where my phone is and try to fix it again. If doesn't work this time well sorry phone. I throw my phone across the room crashing into the wall with a thud.

The "Bad" Girl

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:27

I wish people knew that I'm not a terrible person. I wish that one thing I did didn't define me. Now I'm labeled as the bad girl. I'm not saying what I did was the best thing to do but if you were in my shoes what would you have done. Lets get into it. My family is extremely poor. My dad left when I was little which left my mother devistated and eventually grew to her becoming really sick. I also had three younger siblings. Triplets. They were only three at the time so they didn't have a clue of what's going on. So essentially I was the backbone of this family. I had to get a job to pay the bills, put food on the table, and get my mom medical help for her illness. On top of all that I was a junior in high school and was determined to finish school and become successful, but at this point I wasn't so sure about that anymore. One night I was really stressed about everything and that particular night we hadn't had much for dinner and we were hungry. I had no more money from my job at all. So I grabbed my jacket and left. I wasn't quite sure where I was going but eventually I ended up at a little convienient store on a corner that had a small deli. 

being bad

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:26

I wasn't alway this bad. I used to be a good kid who got decent grade who stayed out of trouble. Until I figured out that being good sometimes doesn't do you any good. But when you are bad you don't have to listen to other people. It like being an outlaw who does what he or she want when they want. 

The pickle wizard

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:26

I was taking a casual stroll in the park when suddenly, I came across a portal in a tree stump. I was going to avoid it, and forget about it, but I could not get it outr of my mind. It was about 12:00am, and I ran all the way to the same park. I got to the portal and crawled in. For about ten seconds, my body was flailing around at high speeds, and I was being stretched out. I flopped onto the ground and opened my eyes. I saw a world of bright colors. i got up and looked around. I noticed a large castle, made of bagels, it appeared. But poorly, and callously made. Probably halfway cooked, too. I walked in and greeted an oversized hamster who led me to a pickle wizard. For some reason, he was unhappy to see me because he casted a spell on me that would permanantly turn me into a firefighter who says nothing but the word snails. I yelled out "SNAAAAAAAAIL!" and fell onto my knees begging for the spell to be removed. "Snail snail snaaaail snail snail?" Surprisingly, the wizard understood, and removed the spell. He led me back to the portal and I ran all the way back home. I grabbed some pizza from the fridge, and went to bed. Thank god this wasn't a dream. This would be a crazy story to tell my friends. 

"Honey, wake up. It's time for school."

 

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The loud Sirens

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:26

I hate the sound of sirens. When I hear them it could mean anything. It could mean somone has gotten injured, killed or someone killed someone else. Who knows who they could be picking up when I hear them. The cops could be arresting my brother or the ambulance could be picking up my grandpa because he had a stroke or something worse. What if the police came after me because they think i've done something I haven't.    

smartphone

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:26

I feel like throwing my phone at the wall all the time. It makes things so much easier. I especially want to throw it at the wall and never go on it again when I send a text or snapchat to the wrong person. It is honestly one of the worst feelings ever because you know you can't keep them from seeing it. Overall, it is just a horrible feeling.

Choke on this Vinegar

Submitted by Writer on Fri, 02/10/2017 - 14:25

I am an encumbered cucumber in a pickle; 

My skin no longer a callous, now soft and exposed,

Like a snail--tender, edible, weak. 

Yet, the brine is full of chilis and peppers, 

They'll need a firefighter to fight my fire, 

My tastiness will cast a spell on you. 

My vulnerability is my strength, my protection. 

My sourness is my sweetness, my shell was my cage, 

Pinching my strength at the ends. 

Choke on this vinegar, cough at my temper, 

Pretend to know how to protect yourself from my wit, 

My sluggish brilliance will sneak into your undeserved pride

And that'll be the end of your reign over me.