MidnightSun16

i'd like to be able to tell you that i think you're absolutely gorgeous or that when you talk it gives me chills     that when i see you my stomach      becomes a host for all sorts of fluttering      critters all eager to escape by any means      that when you wave at me      it sends goose bumps down      my spine that then circle my      my entire body and leaves me      dying for more and they told me i was crazy for trying this hard

"Girl of sixteen writes The story of her life At the end of a knife." Or so the paper said. But no one stopped To read the words That stained her white skin red. The funeral, it was Sunday, Mourning her short sixteen years But the letters, they were blurry; No one saw them through their tears. They buried her with the message Still carved into her arm, Thus her warning was ignored- They had no reason for alarm. "Suicidal girl of just sixteen sees Signs of a deadly, terminal disease That will send the world to its knees." Was what the paper Should have said. ..But no one paid attention, And now they are all dead.

A girl, 16, she cried inside- What pain she felt Before she died. And no one knew Thanks to her pride Until the tears ran red and dried... But when they saw, it was too late To try to stop Or change her fate. All she knew Of this world was hate Until she in the ground was laid. A girl, 16, she might have lived Had others cared Their love to give. "Survivor" She could have been, Not just another statistic...

129. Vortex 5/10/10 (You never realize How far you've fallen Until you hit the ground.) I'm a shattering supernova, Collapsing helplessly, hopelessly Into a black hole. A falling star, the flaming tail Burning, hurtling Through the atmosphere With me hanging on For dear life Against the obliterating Force of gravity. I'm refusing to let my fingers be pried   Away from the cradle of life. Fighting with all I've got (it may be stronger, but I'm madder) And now that I've gone for this long, Giving up doesn't seem noble anymore. Just weak. So I'm holding on with broken nails, (and splintered ribs and bent spine and A

                              the stars                        shine brighter                           when you                          need them        

The Accident My nose burned with the thick smell of gasoline when I came to. "Someone help her!  Call an ambulance!" I didn't know what had happened.  It all…happened so fast. "I called them, but it'll be a few minutes before they get here!  Somebody give me a hand!" As those distant voices echoed through my throbbing head, the whole world seemed…dimmer.  When I reached to touch my forehead, I felt a sharp, burning pain in my right arm.  My eyelids were heavy, but I forced them open anyway.  My right arm was hanging limply over my head, a small trickle of blood running

I whispered it to the night wind Hoping the mild breeze would reach far, But the wind refused to tell you, It blew but not to where you are. I wrote it on the sands at shore while remembering our mem'ries but the waters erased it all, spreading my words across the seas. I wished it on a shooting star, telling how I love you so, yet the clouds grew thick, hiding the sky, so now my wish, I'll never get. I sat on the ground, tears flowing down my face with a heart shattered, then I heard your voice through the wind, "I love you", you softly whispered.

It's funny that we both steal glances until there's nothing left to take. I have to wonder when I see you looking out of the corner of my eye, but when I look back you scatter, and maybe it was nothing. Still, when you look at me I smile, trying to hide that I'm thining about you too. And maybe it's a little bit of you, too; warming the corners of my heart, my grin crinkles so naturally with your gaze. Someday you'll be mine. Someday. Maybe. And the words - the ones I never seem to find - they've never come easier than when I'm with you. Somehow when we talk the words flow out like water, I never go thirsty when we're together. The roller-

i roam the west and learn how to indian run. i praise mother earth in the prairie because she is more holy than jesus. i paint my body the colour of that blue jay feather i found on my window and fly to the abandoned lot where i breathe out a smoke forest and run bare into the smog and suffocate on a secret i've never confessed before.

i love, but i am not. and now the wind is screaming and the lights are dimming and i am losing over and over and over and i just don't know anymore, but God, i want to fall in love with a poet, because maybe then i'd learn to listen when i'm spoken to and not just keep shouting to no one, and maybe then i'd learn to be listened to for once, too. but God, we're dying -              they're lying. he's denying -              she's justifying. and i oh, i i'm just losing my mind. and now