by ERIC

The thoughts government use to probe me
Truth to unanswered questions
But who asks the questions
If no one has the Cojones
To approach Kony
Who can scrutinize
When a entreaty to caution
Was never to scribed
Land of the free
Looks toward a place
Where a eulogy is subsided
Adolescence turned SOLDIER
Dauntless youth
Grow prolific before they grow older
Having to grow up without parents
Abducted and kept hostage
But nobody told YOU
Of this TYRANNY
Secrets of the rushing waters
That carry cargo of youth
Is filled with IMPURITIES
Of the unexplained truth
Invisible villains who remain in cahoots
Disregarding captured fugitives young bodies
Who scoured the tract searching for REFUGE
Adept clues
Pointing to
What actually happens
Kony and his sinister practice
USA decides to remain not tangent
To the subject
That is a huge problem
That should be handled
Don’t vilify if you can’t justify
As the world fights eye for an eye
The world is unable to apprehend because they are blind
So who can make a conclusion if
You aren’t aware of the
Crime
Starvation
Uneducated contamination
Gun smoke pollution
Adolescent prostitution
An empire
And the person who grew it
The premature and people remain clueless

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by DIAMOND

Spider, spider, I feel you, I do.
I do understand you.
How can they judge before they know you?

Spider, wait ‘cause you’re scared
When all you want to do is hang.
Invite other spiders on your strings.

But they choose to judge you instead of love you.
To you, it’s mean.
But to people, you’re mean.

You’re the furry, creepy thing that makes them scream,
And when you lay your eggs, they hatch and they spread.
See, you created a family that will bite on my leg.
See, sorry, but I fear you.
You’re a bully, therefore I will never come near you.

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by DAEZY

Reality is such a terrible thing. Like, when you’re having a super, mega awesome dream and suddenly your body jerks awake and reality smacks you in the face and reminds you you have people to see and things to do and life to live. Sometimes I wish we could all say in dreamland, you know? Because even if you have a nightmare, you’ll still be in a land of fantasy where there are no screaming moms telling you to clean your room or do your homework.

I looked over the screen, frustrated. Not good enough. Not deep enough. Not clear enough. Think! Think! Think!

I sighed and pressed save, feeling my brain ache from the writer’s block.

Maybe Melonie can – oh. Speak of the devil, and the devil shall appear.

She walked in, wearing her Minnie Mouse nightgown and fuzzy slippers. Her golden blond hair bounced with every step she took and her bluebell eyes sparkled with curiosity. She frowned when she noticed my frustration.

“What’s wrong, Victoria?” she asked. Her eyes glazed over for a brief second, and she suddenly jerked her head in my direction. “You have writer’s block again, don’t you?”

I swear this girl can read my freaking mind.

“Yeah,” I admitted in a monotone, pushing my glasses back up to the middle of my nose. “Stupid mother-loving writers’ block! I hate it!”

I threw my hands up in frustration, grabbing a handful of my soft, frizzy, curly brown hair. Melonie instantly grew worried. She put an arm around my shoulders in effort to calm me down, and pulled me into a hug.

“Don’t work yourself too hard,” she whispered, on the verge of panic. “You know what happens when you do.”

I sighed and stared at the scar on my left hand. I silently traced the curve of my jagged scar, that wrapped around my hand and stopped right in the middle of the thin blue vein on my wrist.

“I know,” I said, sighing again. “God I hate Alexundra.”

Just then Sam walked in, his golden eyes alight with concern.

“What up with you, Peacock?” he asked, sitting on my other side. He was dressed in normal jeans and a tee shirt, but he made it look like it was made by Abecrombie and Fitch. Curse his good looks. “Your not usually so sad.”

I picked up a pillow and threw it at his face.

“I’m not sad,” I said in distress. “I’m frustrated.”

“Writer’s block?”

“Writer’s block.”

He groaned, and yanked me away from Melonie, pulling me into his lap.

“I knew there was going to be something wrong with you,” he said, his black yang necklace gleaming in the light. “I was in a good mood this morning.”

I chuckled, grabbing my black leather glove off my nearby computer desk and slipping it over my scarred hand.

“You know you don’t need to wear that thing, right?” Sam stated, his brows furrowing in annoyance. “It covers up your battle scar.”

“That’s the point, dumbutt.” I frowned at him. “People will stare and call me names.”

“Where’s you get that scar, anyway.”

“Classified,” I said without thinking. “Besides, I don’t do things because I want to, I do them because I need to.”

“What are those, you’re catch phrases?” Melonie sassily remarked.

“Yeah,” I said, going over to my closet. “C’mon, we need to go.”

They groaned, and walked out of the room.

I sighed.

Without them, I would have already lost the fight to Alexundra, my other personality. The destructive, evil part of myself that was awakened by Trevor’s evil. But without Trevor… I wouldn’t have meet the most important people in my life.

I still think dreamland kicks butt more than reality though.

***

 

School sucks. It sucks monkey butt.

Seriously.

Not only do you have to be put into social clicks, but you also have to deal with the popularity and expressing yourself in public. I could write a kick ass poem, and get laughed at for writing poetry in the first place. And as for all you adults who forgot what it feels like to be 12 or 17…you just don’t understand. Teenagers are the cruelest people to ever walk the planet. Some of them have the spirit of Hades alive and controlling their soul.

I was getting something out of my locker when someone walked up to me. I didn’t have to look up to know who it was.

“What now, Amber?” I asked, irritated. Amber Riley is the most controversial girl in school, and for some odd reason she’s had it out for me since the beginning of school. She’s got dark off-black hair, gray blue eyes, pale skin, and the build of a cheerleader.

“Oh nothing,” she said, frowning. “It’s just…I found out something interesting about you.”

I shrugged and she smirked.

“Is it true you got kicked out of military school,” she announced loud enough for everyone to hear. Most of the people in the hall turned around and looked at me, waiting for an answer.

Really? That’s really what she decided to bug me about. That’s not news.

“Yeah,” I said, not really caring. “That’s old news, Riley. Got anything else?”

“Oh yeah,” she said with fake excitement. “I also found out last year you were a druggie. Your parents dropped you because of your wacko-a-doodle addiction and put you in foster care till you got, and I quote, ‘better’.”

I rolled my eyes and shut my locker. She always tries to pull stuff like this. What does she think she’s achieving? Sure, those things may be true, but I don’t give a rat’s ass. She’s only making herself look bad.

“Yeah, true too,” I said, looking her straight in the eye. “Look, Amber, I’ll give you props for trying to make me look bad, but just to clear things up, I don’t care. Those experiences were horrible, but I lived and bounced back like I always do, so I don’t really care. You’re only making yourself look bad.” She glared hatefully at me as I maneuvered myself out of her path. “I’ll see you in class, Riley.”

***

 

“What you talk about?” Sam asked with excitement in his eyes.

“Nothing.” I replied flatly.

“Come on! Just tell me!”

“Bu keqi.”

“Please?”

“Bu keqi.”

“I’ll buy you a Strawberry Cheesecake sundae from Rally’s.”

“Bu keqi.”

“I’ll through in the Bacon-zilla.”

“What’s a Bacon-zilla?” Melony asked.

“The name of it is Bacon-zilla. What does it sound like?”

“It sounds like heaven.”

“Oh-kay, fine!” I said, finally cracking. “I’ll tell you – BUT! – you owe me the Bacon-zilla meal with a Strawberry Cheesecake sundae, AND two orders of Chili Cheese fries.”

“Alright,” Sam said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Oh no, that’s a dangerous look. “But only if I get to take you to a movie afterward.”

Hmm… A date with Sam. That’s a recipe for disaster.

“Okay,” I said. “Amber basically confronted me about my military expulsion and my unfaithful days in rehab along with my parents dropping me. I said I didn’t give a rat’s ass and walked off.”

“So it’s true then!” He said, standing up. His eyes shone in pride. “You DID get kicked out of military school!”

I just told him about my horrid past and all he cares about is military school? Typical teenage boy mind.

“So I’ll see you at seven?” I said in a monotone. He nodded and went back to talking with Melony, which I immediately zoned out of. At that point, the bell rang, and I went back to boring school life, with boring school classes, and blah, blah, blah.

I’m more interested in my dreams.

***

 

Life…never gets better. The clock ticks on, but does it breathe like you and me? Does it try to make every day last, every day count, because it knows that one stupid mistake can end it all? My wish…my only wish was to be normal. But wishing is just as pointless as dreaming. That’s why I hate reality.

Reality is such a terrible thing. Like, when you’re having a super, mega awesome dream and suddenly your body jerks awake and reality smacks you in the face and reminds you you have people to see and things to do and life to live. Sometimes I wish we could all say in dreamland, you know? Because even if you have a nightmare, you’ll still be in a land of fantasy where there are no screaming moms telling you to clean your room or do your homework.

Reality..sucks. It sucks almost as much as school. Does we, humans, as a species, have to be so damn mean and rude and territorial and stupid and just plain vicious to each other? I mean, in dreamland you can achieve world peace, domination, and absolute blissful happiness… But in reality, if you try any of those things, your looked at like a freak.

Father times clock will always tick on… So my life goal is to make reality as awesome as my dreams.

Peace, love, and happiness,

Alexundra Blood

***

 

I signed out of www.blogspot.com, content with my latest post. I have my ghost, and I have my past, but…I also have my life which thank god, thank God I am finally in control of!

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by PAULA

Kiss goodbye the bittersweet cries
There’s nothing left to live for
I can’t win this endless fight
I’m building up another door
Your wish upon a shooting star
Is wasteful regardless
Don’t stop by, don’t close your eyes
We can’t put the past behind us
No words left to sing in this song
I’m waiting for you to follow
There’s nothing worth bringing along
That I would wake up with tomorrow
I can’t believe the disbelief
I’m hungry for salvation
But I can’t escape the troubled cries
The needs of a nation
This is not right
There’s no love
No sleep at night
This is not a proper life
I’m running away
Take my hand
And close your eyes
I can’t go on
There are no roads left to walk upon
I don’t want to die
But there’s nothing waiting here for me
So let’s break free
Into the night

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by PAULA

Maybe I should let it all go;
The cherished tears, the laughs I fake
Those glamorous smiles of yours were never mine to make.
It’s like someone took a knife
And ripped my heart out of my chest.
You know what?
Scratch that.
How can you cut something out of somewhere it never was?
For, this life-altering organ of mine was in the hands of the best.
Those strong, calloused hands that entangled with mine kept me safe.
They held me near, and I pushed them away!
I was scared what would happen if I stayed,
Open up again,
Let you in,
And allowed my nightmares to come out and play.
My past changed the way I think.
My future just doesn’t seem the same.
How can I move on when my feet are rooted to the place where we first kissed?
On the sidewalk in the pouring rain.
I know they say if you truly love someone, let them go.
If thy come back, keep ‘em.
If not, they were never truly yours in the first place.
But, it’s just so damn hard seeing her in your arms,
And knowing that’s where I should be.
So, I suppose all that’s left for me to do is sit back and wait patiently.

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