Maybe it’s just me, but don’t you find it funny how everyone seems to want to be different, and when they finally are they bitch and moan about how no one accepts them? I laugh when people say they no longer want to conform themselves to the shallow mold of society, yet cry when all… Continue reading Don’t You Find it Funny?
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Tears Of Blood and Pain
On Top the hill looking over the town of Salem. There is a White Angel statue her cheeks are stained red. Some say she crys blood, some say its mold, or dust, or pigments from being weathered. The ones who beleive its blood have a story they passed down from generation to generation. here it… Continue reading Tears Of Blood and Pain
Don’t Look Now, She’s Gone Insane
I see the way you look at me Like I’m some sort of freak I’m not sorry bout the way I am I’m not sorry that I’m different
the lonely place: one can never go back
The school once bustling with children now abandoned and destroyed. Walking the halls I smell the distant scent of chalk. Hallways filled with lockers which were once bright red now a rusty pink color. I entered a classroom.
A Cutter’s Personal Essay
I had a problem. It’s a problem that is said to only affect one percent of the population, but I believe it’s more wide spread than that. It does not take a stance towards someone due to their race, religion, sexual orientation or even age, although it does have more of a female following.
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loneliness a prayer, the blasphemy that will someday break the mold.crippled words ripped off the tombstones’ hurling scream.[drowning clichés.]