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The Circle of LifeIt's a vicious cycle.
We wake up. Brush our hair, our teeth, and get dressed. Grab our school stuff and go.
You think it's going to be a good day. And then you get to that one class that's killing you, and guess what? More stress to add on the plate because you just got a quiz to take and you have no idea how to do anything.
Let's say 10%.
Oh, yeah. Next period. You've got to make up a quiz that you missed, and there's work to be done in class. However, the class is easy, and your friend next to you gives you HIS quiz to look on, which was completed with a 100%.
So, since that's an easy problem, we'll go with 3% for guilt because of cheating.
Next period.You missed four worksheets and a lab, and they're all due TOMORROW.
Here's the other class that kills you. Foreign language. Oh, guess what? You've got twelve exercises to do by class tomorrow, and you won't have time to work on them in class because you're starting a new section. However, you're too busy being stressed about
TomorrowTomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time.
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
RevengeIt's all about revenge, my love. It's all about making them pay for what they've done. It's all about forcing them to endure what they've put you through, multiplied by ten. It's about enjoying their pain, reveling in their dismay, finding joy in their fear.
It's the circle of life, my love. And you need to understand it.
Fading"No, no, no! Oh, God, no!"
I vaguely feel hands behind my neck, propping my head up. I feel heavy, like my brain has turned to lead. My eyes slowly force themselves open the world is blurry, indistinct, and dim. I can see a human form hovering over me, and what feels like rain falls onto my face.
"Arianna! Please, no! Just hold on! Mom! Call an ambulance! Arianna's just been shot!"
My vision focuses a little more, and I can make out the face of my boyfriend. He has tears pouring down his face, and I realize that I was feeling his tears fall onto me.
"Arianna, babe, please don't die! I love you! You can make it, just listen to my voice! Don't you dare leave me!"
I force myself to speak, even though speaking brings back the pain. The world flashes white as I say, "I'm here."
"Oh, Arianna!" He leans down and kisses my forehead. "Oh, thank God! You're alive! Please, just stay with me! Just stay here!"
The pain dulls again, making the world dimmer. Black splotches start to cloud my v
She is the WorldShe is the girl
Hiding behind a porcelain mask.
She is the girl
Who is afraid of nothing.
She is the girl
Who knows no hate.
She is the girl
Working hard for her future.
she is the girl
Making friends left and right.
She is the girl
Who can save the world.
She is a doll,
Broken beyond repair.
She is a victim,
Afraid of facing reality.
She is a flower,
Wilted from the lack of sun.
She is a slave,
Forced to appear perfect.
She is lonely,
With none as her companion.
She is the world
That needs to be saved.
MoonlightThose pale white rays
That show the truth to all.
Nature at its finest.
The soft light
Off leaves and stones.
That is never tainted,
No matter how dark the night.
The light that fills the Earth
With life and sweetness
When the sky is clear.
Not a cloud in sight,
The stars dimmed by its glory.
The leaves shimmer
With every passing wind.
Nothing goes untouched.
The moon illuminates all
With its never-ending love.
a hospital bird with soot in her lungsshe slept through a car crash
that almost killed her,
through whitewhite walls
where her lover dies
nobody thought she'd make it
but she woke up a few months later
with flowers in her hair
and ash in her airway
trying to remember how to start all over
but forgetting to remember how to live.
fall slipped from her open eyes
and winter crawled in for a long hibernation
to her the clouds looked sick
and pale like they might
let everything inside them out,
but she opened up wide instead,
spilling blood where there was none to be spilled.
her heart slipped down the street
and with unsteady hands
she stitched in a bird and cut off its wings.
pray into my collarbone
let your snake tongue slither
with the syllables.
i wish for soft-chested nights,
and the trickle of champagne down crystal glass.
poppy-lips, lull me to sleep,
nurse my coiling tongue with yours;
tap my scalp like a silent drum,
and wind my hair in between your fingers
like broken guitar strings.
(serenade me with the buzz of pollen in your kiss.)
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