I pucker my lips as the feed transfers me into my virtual reality dream,
It feels as if I were stuck in a never ending trance of disturbance.
By the snap of my stubby pale fingers I could be floating in deep outerspace during spring break,
The "Feed" I feel implanted into my brain,
As each day comes to a pass a part of my cerebrum becomes controlled by technology.
Conversing with classmates becomes a more difficult process,
I feel as if the feed erases my memories storing the memories into their databases,
I no longer remember my name nor do I know who I am,
Feed butchered my mind,
Feed murdered the little girl I once was...
-E.J.W

Change... is inevitable no matter where you stand in your life time,
Change is a scary thing and you feel frozen in time like nothing is possible like a tiny grandfather clock in a small town,
You feel invisible no matter what you do,
Everyone experiences the clock and eventually talks behind its back so much that eventually she becomes worn down,
She craves a new beginning,
Afraid of moving on since the clock is afraid of changing her perspective she is stuck in that one time frame,
Gradually she stops caring about herself, her family, friends, teachers and all the other clocks around her,
She wants to run away,
She wants to put an end to her life as she feels like a worthless ticking time bomb,
She decides to run away to a new city disregarding the change and what may come with it,
The clocks in that city all have their differences,
They show love and affection to the grandfather clock
She does not feel desperate anymore to feel loved,
She finds love within strangers in her new community,
Her true colors are no need to hide behind the scared feelings to be her true self,
Before she put a mask on everyday that she was in a living hell and had to fake happy feelings,
After being in her new community it was no longer a place she dreaded to go rather a place she longed to go everyday and was completely herself no matter what others talked about her,
She knew that their opinions no longer matter,
She began to love herself and rather than cry her self to sleep each night
She began laughing herself to bed and dreaming instead of having nightmares of what the next day would be like,
The Grandfather clock began to feel authentic and became worth it to herself

-E.J.W

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Captured from our homes,

Stolen from our families,

Kidnapped by these creatures who call themselves “boss”,

Beat until pain,

As we lay on the wet and ****** floors,

Our bruised guts gushing out of our intoxicated bodies,

We live in the nightmares you fear,

Our pain feeds the creature with pleasure…

~E.J.W~

She wanted to go out of her house and explore the Spanish plains,

She wanted to talk to this boy she liked but she feared the rejection that might come with it,

She wanted to move to another country and begin a new life but she feared that she would get hurt,

She wanted to have a life full of experience and adventure but didn’t want to get lost,

She wanted to pick daisies from the prairie but was too afraid that she would pick the wrong one,

She sees a dog in the far distant and sees that it is injured walks up to him and helps it to the closest hospital,

She hears the good news about the dog that he is going to be okay,

The nurse asks the lady if she would like to adopt the dog and the lady says yes,

And that changed her life…

~E.J.W~

She was a girl dressed in her leather black pants with a black spaghetti strap shirt,

She was the girl in the back of math class sitting on the brown and grey desk to shy to ask a question,

Light skinned with a hint of glitter,

She had been successful in every class passing with straight A’s,

The big world was in her soft little hands,

Her passion and love for the Earth was enormous!,

She was a girl who thought miracles could happen in times of trouble,

Her life was a series of stories that she had been prepared to share with this world..

~E.J.W~

A community blinded,
Cut off by an eternal dark and hollow alley,
Testaments killing families,
Life these days are not about peace,
Humans mutilating the voiceless,
Where has humanity gone...?
~E.J.W~

She was a rose dying internally,

No one recognized her suffering,

All that mattered to the world was themselves…

~E.J.W~