Dizzy:
As I weaved through the crowded hallways, I focussed on the rhythm of my footsteps. I was lost. It was as if I was a new student or something. Now that Annabella was gone, the hallways made me dizzy with fear. When you're with your best friend, nothing matters. When you know you'll never see her again, not even a faint light of happiness appears at the end of the freight tunnel.
I'm still me, I reminded myself. But who was I? Before knew it, a bib of tears flooded down my chest. I hear red-headed Abigail whisper to Elisa. Faint words saying, 'They're actually crying?' I wished those faint words was the faint light at the end of the tunnel. And if I was sitting, I'd sink down into my seat and cover my eyes like a three year old, as if that made it so no one could see me. But I was standing there and it was all I could do to refrain myself from punching Strawberry Short Cake, otherwise known as Abigail, in the nose. Mama didn't like it when I was violent, and I knew looking down on me, I might get struck by lightning or something. So I did what I could do and I cried.
The bell rings and I hit my head on the closest locker. I cannot go to class like this, I thought. My eyes were red, and I was dizzy. Which would make Papa the most furious? Skipping class or getting a call from my teacher, stating in a questioning and confused voices; Carson is in the middle of a hangover..? Yeah, me the angelic nerd. I was a nerd. Annabella didn't mind. Her different IQ level didn't affect anything, but things changed.... or did I change?
I decided I would leave and go home. I was sick. Sick of life where Annabella is half way across the country. But Papa could think I was a different kind of sick for all I cared. I would not face Mr. Calliway, my teacher, next period, with last weeks' home work he was allowing me to turn in a little late not even started. I hadn't done any homework, in fact. Yeah me; the nerd. Mrs. Lloyd even asked my dad if anything was going on that she should know about. As if my dad even cared. Let's face it, he cares more about Cleetus, our hound dog than me.
I walked to the nurses office. I borrowed Ethan's lighter. Ethan was one of them. Them, I didn't know I was becoming one of them. He thought differently before he witnessed the fact that I did not want the lighter for the reason he does. I did not have cigarettes. And I wish I could say I did not want them. I gingerly lighted a cup of water. I observed it as it boiled. Ethan and them stared. I drank it and it burned my throat. I felt my esophogaus melting. I did not feel my heart. I liked pain. I was emo. Yeah, me; the nerd.
I sank down in one of the harsh, cold chairs. The nurse acts as if she doesn't see me. She must think she's hallucinating; Carson, the nerd, leaving early for the first time in the two years I'd been here at Kiser Middle.
I think about clearing my throat but I do not have to. My too-close-to-melted esophogaus
speaks for me and lets out a vicious and sickly cough. It sounded different than someone with a cold, it sounded like my insides hissing at my emotional self. The nurse displays a suspicious look on her face, but passes me a thermometer. I got away with the hiss instead of cough because I am just a nerd. I would never do anything wrong. Of course Carson Lee would never be up to anything suspicious.
As I weaved through the crowded hallways, I focussed on the rhythm of my footsteps. I was lost. It was as if I was a new student or something. Now that Annabella was gone, the hallways made me dizzy with fear. When you're with your best friend, nothing matters. When you know you'll never see her again, not even a faint light of happiness appears at the end of the freight tunnel.
I'm still me, I reminded myself. But who was I? Before knew it, a bib of tears flooded down my chest. I hear red-headed Abigail whisper to Elisa. Faint words saying, 'They're actually crying?' I wished those faint words was the faint light at the end of the tunnel. And if I was sitting, I'd sink down into my seat and cover my eyes like a three year old, as if that made it so no one could see me. But I was standing there and it was all I could do to refrain myself from punching Strawberry Short Cake, otherwise known as Abigail, in the nose. Mama didn't like it when I was violent, and I knew looking down on me, I might get struck by lightning or something. So I did what I could do and I cried.
The bell rings and I hit my head on the closest locker. I cannot go to class like this, I thought. My eyes were red, and I was dizzy. Which would make Papa the most furious? Skipping class or getting a call from my teacher, stating in a questioning and confused voices; Carson is in the middle of a hangover..? Yeah, me the angelic nerd. I was a nerd. Annabella didn't mind. Her different IQ level didn't affect anything, but things changed.... or did I change?
I decided I would leave and go home. I was sick. Sick of life where Annabella is half way across the country. But Papa could think I was a different kind of sick for all I cared. I would not face Mr. Calliway, my teacher, next period, with last weeks' home work he was allowing me to turn in a little late not even started. I hadn't done any homework, in fact. Yeah me; the nerd. Mrs. Lloyd even asked my dad if anything was going on that she should know about. As if my dad even cared. Let's face it, he cares more about Cleetus, our hound dog than me.
I walked to the nurses office. I borrowed Ethan's lighter. Ethan was one of them. Them, I didn't know I was becoming one of them. He thought differently before he witnessed the fact that I did not want the lighter for the reason he does. I did not have cigarettes. And I wish I could say I did not want them. I gingerly lighted a cup of water. I observed it as it boiled. Ethan and them stared. I drank it and it burned my throat. I felt my esophogaus melting. I did not feel my heart. I liked pain. I was emo. Yeah, me; the nerd.
I sank down in one of the harsh, cold chairs. The nurse acts as if she doesn't see me. She must think she's hallucinating; Carson, the nerd, leaving early for the first time in the two years I'd been here at Kiser Middle.
I think about clearing my throat but I do not have to. My too-close-to-melted esophogaus
speaks for me and lets out a vicious and sickly cough. It sounded different than someone with a cold, it sounded like my insides hissing at my emotional self. The nurse displays a suspicious look on her face, but passes me a thermometer. I got away with the hiss instead of cough because I am just a nerd. I would never do anything wrong. Of course Carson Lee would never be up to anything suspicious.
Feel like falling,
but sure to stand fast.
Feel like letting go,
but afraid of the rash,
Feel like giving up,
but afraid to sleep,
Want to jump,
but afraid to of falling off way to deep.
Sometimes life takes me in weird directions,
but knowing me, its all imperfections.
Sometimes emotions cloud every single thought,
and knowing my actions, I’m here to rot.
Forever will my mistakes continue to haunt me,
standing here, I now see.
What if things could be different next time?
Would it then, take a lifetime?
but sure to stand fast.
Feel like letting go,
but afraid of the rash,
Feel like giving up,
but afraid to sleep,
Want to jump,
but afraid to of falling off way to deep.
Sometimes life takes me in weird directions,
but knowing me, its all imperfections.
Sometimes emotions cloud every single thought,
and knowing my actions, I’m here to rot.
Forever will my mistakes continue to haunt me,
standing here, I now see.
What if things could be different next time?
Would it then, take a lifetime?
Izzy POV
It was about 12:01. I was going out to howl at the moon. When i walked outside, i saw a note. Iread it aloud.
Meet me in the woods at midnight.
love,
Your secret admirer
me:Wow,i have a secret admirer. maybe its owen. No wait, cody! no no, JUSTIN!!! or trent. What about Geoff?
I wondered all the way there. then, i tripped on a leg.
me:AHHH!
duncan: hey there babe.
izzy: what? oh, hi duncan. now, whos the secre admirer?
duncan: your looking at him.
me*laughs*okay, okay. you got me. now, who is it?
duncan:me.
me:oh, really?duncan: uhu!
3rd person
izzy: oh, okay then are you sure?
duncan; yes babe.
izzy: okay then
duncan: so,
izzy: you wanna make out.
duncan:okay
*2 hours later*
*2 more hours alter*
izzy: okay well that was fun
duncan: yeah, uh, so, see you later.
izzy:okay
duncan: yeah.cool. okay then, bye!
izzy: bye.
*15 min later*
both: I LOVE U! *start making out*
It was about 12:01. I was going out to howl at the moon. When i walked outside, i saw a note. Iread it aloud.
Meet me in the woods at midnight.
love,
Your secret admirer
me:Wow,i have a secret admirer. maybe its owen. No wait, cody! no no, JUSTIN!!! or trent. What about Geoff?
I wondered all the way there. then, i tripped on a leg.
me:AHHH!
duncan: hey there babe.
izzy: what? oh, hi duncan. now, whos the secre admirer?
duncan: your looking at him.
me*laughs*okay, okay. you got me. now, who is it?
duncan:me.
me:oh, really?duncan: uhu!
3rd person
izzy: oh, okay then are you sure?
duncan; yes babe.
izzy: okay then
duncan: so,
izzy: you wanna make out.
duncan:okay
*2 hours later*
*2 more hours alter*
izzy: okay well that was fun
duncan: yeah, uh, so, see you later.
izzy:okay
duncan: yeah.cool. okay then, bye!
izzy: bye.
*15 min later*
both: I LOVE U! *start making out*
I remember the times of the i love you's
and times when it was i hate you.
But you come back begging at me feet.
And when my pity defeated me.
and the sweet seranades, in our matching shades.
My rose collection, evidence of your effection.
The sheets unmade, from the nights you stayed.
The child in me, from the times you loved me.
The debt you owe, from using the word borrow.
The times i was scared, was the time you spared.
And this dress i wear, in which are people become aware, that you are gone, and withdrawn.
The memories i hold, they are written in bold.
my broken heart, from when you apart.
so rest now my love, up now from above.
and times when it was i hate you.
But you come back begging at me feet.
And when my pity defeated me.
and the sweet seranades, in our matching shades.
My rose collection, evidence of your effection.
The sheets unmade, from the nights you stayed.
The child in me, from the times you loved me.
The debt you owe, from using the word borrow.
The times i was scared, was the time you spared.
And this dress i wear, in which are people become aware, that you are gone, and withdrawn.
The memories i hold, they are written in bold.
my broken heart, from when you apart.
so rest now my love, up now from above.
This is a peom I wrote for a competition at my school. Tell me what you think of it, please?
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Have you felt the torture of hate?
Like a poisonous cloud, it will wait,
Until you burn in the flames of fury.
Then it will creep up and incapacitate.
Alas! You will choke, and don’t try to deny your anger.
It is too late.
Hate is like grasping a red hot coal,
Intent on throwing it at another soul,
Instead it is you, yourself, who burns,
Then your own anger shall take its toll,
You’ll bring about your every mistake and failure.
You’ll be alone.
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Have you felt the torture of hate?
Like a poisonous cloud, it will wait,
Until you burn in the flames of fury.
Then it will creep up and incapacitate.
Alas! You will choke, and don’t try to deny your anger.
It is too late.
Hate is like grasping a red hot coal,
Intent on throwing it at another soul,
Instead it is you, yourself, who burns,
Then your own anger shall take its toll,
You’ll bring about your every mistake and failure.
You’ll be alone.