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8:00 pm
My parents tucked me in at night
my dad smiled at me, kissing me goodnight
my mom sat at the edge of my bed
reading me a bedtime story
departing as I drifted off into a dreaming faze
thats what they would always do

9:00 pm
My parents tucked me in at night
my dad hugged me
turned and left to bed
my mom sat at the edge of my bed
telling me to get better grades
because I was failing math

10:00 pm
My parents tucked me in at night
my dad went to bed before me
patting my shoulder as he passed
shutting that wooden door behind him
my mom cracking the door open "night"
I smiled as I worked through my homework

11:00 pm
My parents tucked me in at night
my mom sitting behind the bright computer screen
telling me to go to bed because she was to busy
my dad huddled under the covers snoring softly
behind that white wooden door
I sat alone in my cold room

12:00 am
I tucked myself into bed
tears streaming from my hallow eyes
sorrowing tremors shaking my fragile bones
knees drawn to my chest, attempt to hold myself together
a trail of dark scarlett snaking down my arm to my finger tips
my head a hazy storm, I lean back unconcious, asleep

     My parents never tucked me in
 Dec 2013 Sophie Riviara
Emma
Help
 Dec 2013 Sophie Riviara
Emma
I'm scared of my ownself
Staring, empty, perfect
Taunting me, begging me, cursing me
The endless abyss of white ***** me in
Falling deeper and deeper into the bleached landscape
Losing my grip on why I’m even here
Do I dare mar the flawless sheet
With markings of one so unworthy

Mind spinning ceaselessly
Sweat forming into droplets on my brow
Its slander hits me, crushes me
Faces me with my own incompetence
Dares me to do something great, beautiful
Something, anything

Eyes clenched shut, fingers curled into fists
The empty canvas finally begins to fill
Lines zigzagging up, down, left, right
Railroad tracks of half thoughts and feelings
Come together in unison, sharing what makes them
Me, splattered in black

Taunts become support, mocking to applause
The daunting page is beaten
Conquered, overcome, tainted
All that I can ever be
Thrown across a space undefined by time
Life no longer binding
The me I put into the blank page
I'm the type of girl that if I don't stand in front of a mirror I'm full of insecurities and I could be very self cautious
I'm the type of girl that loves to wear dresses and high heels but is afraid to fall or rip the dress
I'm the type of girl that doesn't like to be called girly but in all honesty is extremely girly
I'm the type of girl that will sound like a ***** when she is correcting your stupidity and then apologize
I'm the type of girl that will fall in love with a guy that won't even notice me
I'm the type of girl that will laugh at little things
I'm the type of girl that will try to make your day better even though you tried to destroy my world
I'm the type of girl that doesn't ask for much but honesty and love
 Dec 2013 Sophie Riviara
annmarie
Quite a few years from now,
my daughter will be twelve.
And all her friends will start
to think about things like
first kisses and winter dances,
and I know she will ask me
what my first love had been like.
And when that happens,
I'm going to smile
(though it may be bittersweetly)
as I remember
driving around aimlessly with you
singing along to bad radio stations
and exploring our town
to find the best local coffeeshops.
I'll remember nights
in our high school arts building
when nobody else was around
looking at the newest pictures
the photography class pinned up,
and how gentle you were
whenever our lips met.
I'll remember how no matter
how close you held me,
I always wanted it to be closer.
I'll remember exactly the way
that your favorite scarf smelled,
and the safety I felt
when you'd pull me into your arms.

I don't know what else will happen
between today and the day my daughter asks,
but whenever it is,
the answer to that question
will always be you—
so I want you to know
I can't thank you enough
for a story that makes me glad
I let myself fall in love with you.
I found this in a notebook from this summer and I might write a version two later but for now I like the original.
If only you knew
How stressful it is
To hear a siren at night
And wonder if its heading to your house.

But you have rabbits to take care of, and classes at community college. So there's no reason that you'd cut too deep tonight.

Right?

But I'll see your car in the parking lot on Monday and throw up my anxiety in the bathroom.
 Dec 2013 Sophie Riviara
Trueths
awake
I stay
on this
snowy
sleepless night.

I lay
and I think
about what I hope
is yet to come.

on this snowy
sleepless night.
People always say
just forget and move on
how do you forget love?
can people not see that
love can not be forgotten?
All my memories of you
linger like a morning fog
in my summer mind

The way your hand trailed
along my bare fragile ribs
your smile as you
were about to kiss my
flushed rose lips
my head resting on your chest
the music of your tired lungs
your singing heart

Why do we act like strangers
after all the memories we have?
I cant burn memories like
I can burn pictures
I can not forget love
I can only forget why
why I made the effort to
love
in the first place
No, this is not about you

— The End —