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 May 2013 Jessa
Caroline
In second grade,
My mom made me wear dresses everyday.
My mom would part my hair down the middle and make two long braids with colorful hair ties.
I would go to school and the boys would make fun of my dresses.
The boy that sat behind me would pull my braids anytime I said something smart.

In fourth grade,
I told my mom I could dress myself, but she still had to approve of every outfit.
I told my mom I was old enough to style my own hair.
I would go to school and the boys would make fun of my weight instead of my clothes.
The boy that sat behind me would sit next to me and call me names for being the stupid one in smart classes.

In seventh grade,
I told my mom that I didn't care what she thought.
I cut my long hair shoulder length.
I started wearing dark makeup.
The boys didn't make fun of my weight but they would ask me out as a joke.
The boy that sat behind me and then next to me, liked me and texted me every night saying how pretty I was.

In the ninth grade,
My mom wasn't awake to see what I wore to school.
I regretted the very day I decided to cut my hair.
The boys that called me fat; left me alone because they found someone bigger to pick on.
The boy that sat behind me asked me for a naked picture and I said no.
He called me a fat, ugly, ***** and never talked to me again.

In the tenth grade,
My mom borrowed my clothes and I borrowed hers.
My hair fell out but I wanted it to grow.
Boys no longer call me fat because they never saw me eat.
And the boy that sat behind me wanted me back.
I cried myself to sleep and hid my wrists in my sleeve.

It's funny how many things changed since the second grade.

*-c.a.
 May 2013 Jessa
Chris Thomas
Goodbye this world of blue and green,
and its four corners I've not seen,
good people far and in between,
still searching for forgotten dreams.

Goodbye my family and friends,
unwittingly repeating trends,
the childish banter never ends,
when leaders fail to make amends.

Goodbye the things that I will miss,
the scent of grass, a loved one's kiss,
I choose to cross the great abyss,
with memories to reminisce.

So goodbye Earth before you're dead,
I'll leave this land for pastures red,
with hopes and dreams that fill my head,
I'll start a new life there instead.
 May 2013 Jessa
kenzo
Had I Known
 May 2013 Jessa
kenzo
Your pale grass colored eyes flickered towards me in the passenger seat;
cigarette out the window
I stare at my ruby colored lips in the side view mirror
You drum your fingers on the wheel to Blue Bossonova
I remember the dream catcher hanging from the mirror catching my eye;
a majestic golden hue from the sunlight reflecting off of it.

We weren't supposed to be driving the car,
We both knew this, but we were rebels
So I had climbed out my window without my parents knowing
ripping my jeans in the process
just to be with you.

Had I known it would be the last time I'd touch you;
Had I known it would be the last time I'd kiss your lips
I would have stayed in my bed
The Shins blaring through my headphones
Thinking about all the things I'm going to do with you

Had I known it would be the last time seeing you smile
The last time hearing you breathe
Hearing you talk
     Touching your skin
I would have obeyed my parents rules for once.

Instead of staring at your pretty green eyes
I stare at the pretty headlights coming our way
I feel the car swerve to the left;
the dream catcher falling
The car spinning like a dradle in the air
It was like everything were in slowmotion
As I look over at you in horror
your pale green eyes flicker away from mine
closing as if to say
"I'm sorry."
The car comes to a hault.
You were motionless as we were upside down
Tears fall down my ****** cheeks
I scream at you to wake up;
but you wouldn't
Then I stopped wasting my breath
I stopped
Like your heart

Had I known it would be the last time I'd touch you;
Had I known it would be the last time I'd kiss your lips
I would have stayed in my bed
The Shins blaring in my headphones
because now I'm fantasying about all the things we could have done

About all the things we could have said
like
"You're paying for the electrical bill this time."
or
"I do."
Now I'm stuck listening to Blue Bossonova
blaring in my headphones
thinking about all the things I'd have to do without you

Had I known
 May 2013 Jessa
Nameless One
I don't drink because I like it,
I'm just giving CPR to my dreams.

Love means just being an idiot.
Oblivious.

Friends come and go.
People die.

Work. Earn money. Keep on running
because you choose to exist.

Create art. - ***** your feelings.
That's good.

Who knows if there is God.
What comes after death?

Follow the rules.
Be unhappy. - You're living the life correctly.

I don't drink because I like it.
I'm just giving CPR to my dreams.
 May 2013 Jessa
Madisen Kuhn
i don't
 May 2013 Jessa
Madisen Kuhn
i’m too shy
to tell you
how i feel

so i’ll hide behind
timid smiles
and soft hellos

i’m afraid
if i ask you

“what do you think of me?”

your reply will be

          
                              
                               “i don’t.”
 May 2013 Jessa
Madisen Kuhn
we
 May 2013 Jessa
Madisen Kuhn
we
often, i picture us
holding hands and watching movies
sitting on benches beneath old oak trees
hearing your laugh throughout the day
and catching you smile
when you think i don't see

and all i can do is hope
that when you close your eyes
your mind is filled
with thoughts of me
 May 2013 Jessa
Jordan L
enough
 May 2013 Jessa
Jordan L
(i) want to ask about how she hurt you
the summer that you (changed)
(but) i am afraid that the truth
will make you realize
how many flaws (i) hold
because she had so little.

and i am afraid that my imperfections
were your favorite things about her.

i'm scared you (won't) smile like you did
with her in arms.

because she is the kind of perfect
i could never (be).

i am afraid that i am not (good)
at making you happy.

mostly i am afraid that i won't be
(enough).

j.l
I said your name so many times that it started to taste funny

I stared into your eyes so long that they didn't look familiar anymore

I held your hand so much that your skin felt just too smooth

So I said "it's over" and the words felt right for once

— The End —