So I've seen brandywine421  make these before, as well as a couple of other writers on the site, but I never done it before (mostly because I thought anyone who did these was crazy.) But, I'm gonna stick to it. yep, yep I am.
Except I wont. Or i'll change the prompt. or i'll never write poetry again.
one of those three. =)

Poem Table of Death stormthe wrinkles on ( Read more... )

You tell me I’m too American; like it’s a disease slowly creeping its way through the country, infecting newborn babies and the elderly.

You say it like it’s vile, like it’s worse than being gay, because even gays had the head to hate American.

You say I’m too American, like I should be ashamed to still say the pledge and get shivers down my ( Read more... )

              We all knew that the world wouldn't change if we left this place. We weren’t the kids of cliché. We hadn't lost our lives to alcohol or drugs. We weren’t from broken homes, and we didn't have any great aspirations for the future. None of us persevered for that coveted spot in medical school, or a great contract with a prestigious ( Read more... )

can I say something?

obviously not, because it would be overrated.
(and in your eyes, probably shallow)

and really I understand that some people have been BFFFFFF since the third grade or younger. and that's cool, I've got one of my own. and really, I understand that your best friend since before you could formulate good grammar is the best and no one ( Read more... )

oh.
oh. man.
308's door is of the schit. 
seriously.
we pwned.
:)

and now, for something completly diffrent!

They had nothing to say each other. And if she did, even if she could offer up some petty words of goodbye, she dare not utter them here, in front of all these people, her friends, his family, for fear of breaking down in this the most somber of ( Read more... )

I remember being 15, and wanting to be an adult. That makes me laugh a little too much now, as I rip of dresses and overcoats every night for a measly dollar or two. I remember wanting to be someone, wanting to live in New York and becoming someone. That dream gobbled me up and swallowed me whole. Now all I have is Maurice and the dream of maybe ( Read more... )