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Left me standin’ on this doorstep Never once a look back Tears are streamin’ down my face I’ve held em back as long as I could, The love inside my heart I fear it’ll burst I wanna run after you screaming ‘Please don’t go, Please don’t die. I can’t lose you again.’ [Chorus] You wanna be a savior You wanna be a hero, Just like your daddy was, Well what about that little boy He’s got your beautiful blue eyes. You’re leaving us here- To die. How I miss you, Everyday Waiting for those letters From far away. You tell me how much you miss us ‘baby I love you, Can

Things I can’t believe, That he’d have the nerve to say that to me I just don’t know how to take it, Like he’s with her Yet he’s telling me that he has feelings And he needs to know how I feel. How do you take that? It makes me want to cry, And rip my hair out in agony Because I don’t want to be hurt Or be the reason that she’s hurting. And yet I know, That if I keep letting it go on like this it will I’ve told him though that it can’t be like that. That he’s with her, And I’m with someone I care for, These feelings aren’t right, Thinking about him all the time An

I’m developing feelings for him, I’m not sure how it’s happening He’s 1,000 miles away Training to fight in a war far way. I live every day Wondering if he’ll ever come home, He lives the life of a soldier. Ever changing He wont be the same when he comes home, And yet when I check my messages My heart skips a beat when there’s one from him. “…just keep talking to me, I love it when you talk to me.” His words to me. I pour out who I am, The little things of every day Maybe it helps him see normal things Instead of the life and death He will soon be faced with. This shouldn’t

I’ve always been a bookworm, for as far back as I can remember I’ve had my nose stuck in a book.  In fourth grade my teacher told me that whenever I got the urge to talk- grab a book.  Then in fifth grade my teacher gave me detentions for reading during class – I once tried to tell her that I got so bored during class that I felt I had only two options; to talk or to read.  She didn’t find that funny… and neither did my grandparents.  No matter how much I loved reading though I hated English class; that was until my freshmen year.   At Denmark they have an accelerated English program for gifted students.  Instead of

Emotions fill me, people seem to be under the ludicrous impression that since I’m an ‘object’ I don’t feel.  That would be where they are wrong though, because I do feel, and see and smell and every other thing you could think of.  I can even taste, mostly just the tangy taste of skin, but there are those rare occasions where I can taste something much more salty.  Tears.  Today happens to be one of those unlucky days; Mila is crying.  It seems her and Faith got into another argument, they’ve gotten into more arguments in the past six months then I’ve ever seen.  And I should know, I’ve been around for the f

Realizing Who I Want to Be Tears stream down my face in sync with the gentle rhythm of the rain beating down on the window.  I can’t stop them, these tears, I don’t want to stop them any way.  The pains too much, it feels like my hearts gonna burst; I just don’t understand how this happened.  How I let myself get hurt so badly, Momma always told us that our sins would come back to get us.  I’m a sinner, so maybe that’s why he did it.  This is just another way for God to punish me for my sins, just like when Daddy used to punish us for them.  At least… that’s what Momma always told us it was; that we, she, D

Day 1 A field of honey colored oats tinted orange in the early setting of the evening sun lay spread out before her.  She could feel herself being filled with jubilation- a feeling she had never known before.  Without knowing what had over come her, except the feeling of ecstasy she began to run feelings the gentle summer breeze flowing gracefully through her copper colored hair as she glided through the beautiful field.  She could feel the sense of peace and calm, yet it was over shadowed by the innate need to laugh and fly.  She spread her arms and closed her eyes twirling in circle after circle.  A serene smile lights up her entire face a

Mika’s head snapped up from the chemistry book that lay open in her lap.  The sound was unmistakable, someone was calling and it sounded urgent.  She turned to look at the alarm clock that sat perched on the low window 9:56 PM it read.  She could feel her heart beginning to sink; it was far too early for anyone to be calling; something must be wrong.  The notes in the howl changed and she recognized her name as she felt someone tugging on her thoughts, trying to draw her attention.  She threw her book onto the backpack lying on the floor of her room and opened the screen of her window.  Without a second glance down or behind her, she jum

Drowning in despair I can feel the numbness seeping away Sitting in this chair Tears welling up I can feel them, Fighting to break through Just as I’m fighting To keep them at bay. I’m close to a break down Scared of what’s going to happen. I can feel the walls Crumbling down, all around me, Whilst I’m struggling To keep the ceiling from falling Onto my head. I don’t want to lose it all, I don’t want to be here, fighting this. Goddess help me! Mika WolfShadow

Brown, yellow, green, and orange, Leaves of every hue scatter the ground- I walk through the still soft grass- Barefoot, Taking in all of the beauty that surrounds me. I can see it so much more clearly Then I could only a year ago, I stop and watch the squirrels play, Listen to the crickets chirp, And the birds song. I inhale deeply And feel the crisp autumn air fill my lungs ‘I am apart of this’ I think to myself ‘This is who I am, I share this beauty’. I reveal in this notion, Taking in my surrounding. As I breathe out, I see the steam created From my breath And wrap my jacket tighter around me. It&#