Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
The year began with another funeral. **** and ASL. That was it. That was the future. By now, extremely adept at finding excitement even through second hand experience I didn't want to make this any harder for him than it already was. Once my father made a decision,  there was no stopping him. I swept back one side of my hair with a comb and pinned the white flower over my right ear. I felt like I was trapped in one of those terrifying nightmares. Life is bracing with all its peaks and valleys. there just isn't a whole lot you can say while waiting to get mugged, so I kept my mouth shut.
0
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 4:52 PM UTC
Stories from the Top Shelf
The year began with another funeral. **** and ASL. That was it. That was the future. By now, extremely adept at finding excitement even through second hand experience I didn't want to make this any harder for him than it already was. Once my father made a decision,  there was no stopping him. I swept back one side of my hair with a comb and pinned the white flower over my right ear. I felt like I was trapped in one of those terrifying nightmares. Life is bracing with all its peaks and valleys. there just isn't a whole lot you can say while waiting to get mugged, so I kept my mouth shut.
This is the story that the top shelf of my bookcase has to tell. I picked a few books at random and wrote down a random line from each. The Appeal- John Crisham Prepare- Geoffrey Germann Strange Highways- Dean Kuntz Twilight- Stephanie Meyer Summer Blowout- Claire Cook Tiger's Voyage-Colleen Hock New Moon- Stephanie Meyer Scratch Beginnings- Adam Shepard The Outsiders- S.E. Hinton
my-love
Written by
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 4:52 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem