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Sophie Berger Feb 2016
Around 2008- Momma and I move into a rental house. I want to paint my room pink. She says no. I'm anxious at night and can't sleep. I memorize the creaks in the floor.

Around 2012-I take a wheel throwing class in the summer. The red clay hurts my hands. I mess up a perfectly good ***. It looks prettier that way.

Around 2003- I yell at the people I see smoking. I have just learned to speak and I wrinkle my nose into a coil, running around shouting "Ashes mom! Ashes!" I didn't just mean from the cigarettes.

May 27th, 2001- My family waits expectantly to see me. I curl myself into a smaller little fist. I don't come out for another 2 weeks.

Around 2009- I'm in a play of the 5th Harry Potter. I haven't read it. All the girls want to be Luna Lovegood. I audition because I don't know any other girls besides Hermione. I get the part. All the older kids tell me how jealous they are. I read a book upside down.

September 2015- I'm disappointed in the car. I think I've lost my earbuds. Mom whips the car around. Her face is very red. Her voice rings in my ears. We soar over the speed limit and she isn't looking at the road. I think we're going to die.

December 2008- We go to Paris for Christmas. We eat dinner on a boat. The engine blows out and something catches fire. We are stuck for 4 hours.

December 2015- Mommy tells me we stayed in a hotel that was the headquarters for the ****'s during World War II. I don't feel well about that.

Spring 2013- We go to Gulf Shores for break. I go in the ocean even though I come back blue. We visit a war fort. I fall in love with the grass and the sea.

Summer, some time ago- 3 little kids ask me how I exist. I tell them it's an operation. One responds "Like getting your tonsils out?" No. Not like that at all. My tonsils feel terribly large.

Around 2009- I pick up a book by Lemony Snicket. I make my mom read all 13 books aloud to me. I sleep through half of them. I still don't know what happened to the Baudelaire children.

June 3rd, 2015- I leave my home of 9 years. I think I'm sad. It happens too fast to remember. When did we grow up? No one answers. I don't cry like I thought I would. I mess up the one hug that matters most.

Some time in 2004- I can't sleep. I'm too nervous. I climb up the bars and sprint down the hall. My parents decide it's time to get me a real bed.

Some time in 2009- Momma and I move into our own house. I'm infinitely anxious at night. I warm my clothes by the heater. I memorize the creaks in the floor.

Spring 2014- I go to gymnastics on a Sunday. I do 50 back-handsprings in a row. I jar my brain and end up in the hospital for 5 hours. I suffer migraines. They ask me why I haven't taken my tonsils out.
Jeni B123 Nov 2014
I am from great grandma Jenny and her distinguished rose.

I am from summers at the beach and heavy winter snows.

I am from a bustling home and a yard bursting with imagination.

I am from a family where “head over heals” is no exaggeration.

I am from “Wait, whatʼs your name again?” on my very first bus ride.

I am from a brain full of secrets and “thatʼs classified.”

I am from the six legged octopus of matching Hello Kitty shoes.

I am from hidden forts at Teusinkʼs made of “rare” bamboos.

I am from cannonballs into the green and blue hut tub.

I am from the old Branch Office that sometimes refused to budge.

I am from soft green grass and sapphire blue skies.

I am from the back of a horse as the world flies by.

I am from cartwheels on old wooden balance beams.

I am from backflips and handsprings on trampolines.

I am from stitches, strained muscles, broken fingers and nose.

I am from insane barn sleepovers where only the glow-stick glows.

I am from dancing, biking, and hula-hooping through Wal-Mart.

I am from B-Town and Profession of Faith that really touched my heart

I am from Tulip Time parades and twirling my baton.

I am from so many things, the list goes on and on.

I am from my remarkable family who loves me in every way,

But mostly I am from God, and Heʼs why I am here today.
Bailee Carter Jan 2017
I thought you were in pain
I thought you were in need
I thought you were insane
Not “send him to an asylum and lock him up” insane
But really desperate for professional help
You’d cry on my shoulder
And scream as if something were clawing at your heart
You had conversations with voices no one else heard
You would see your father next to you in the mirror
Even though he was a locked up perv
You said and did everything to make me feel for you
And make me bend over backwards
And do front handsprings off of skyscrapers
And jump into the depths of the ocean only to be swallowed by sharks
Only for you to get off to seeing me dying from the inside out in so many ways
I’d turn away and close my ears
Only to find you were laughing at me
You would laugh at me every time I turned away
Only quiet enough for no one to hear
And I’d come back as you cried and begged to take your life
I’d stay awake all night lying in fear and sadness
I’d look at the ceiling until I couldn’t cry anymore tears
Until you’d call me with a knife in your hand
Ready to end it all
Until I found out you had a game controller in your hand
And were only out of breath because you just did your neighbor
And you were both just sitting around laughing
At me desperately trying to convince you not to do it
You played me the worst I’ve ever been played
And that says a lot regarding my past with being played
I thought you needed help
I thought I was helping you
But oh was I wrong
You’re just a pathological liar
With Borderline Personality Disorder
I loved you and I thought I was helping you
I tried so hard
Only to have a serious decline in my health
But my God was I wrong
And I just hope to God that the next person you **** over is much more aggressive than me
And not as fragile and caring as I was

Just take my advice and stop ******* with people’s lives
Or go ahead and buy yourself a tombstone now
But oh I’m not wrong about this
Whether it’s you or another person
You will end up dead with your little charades
So ******* now and forever
Travis Green Sep 2022
Your striking knife grey eyes excite me
Showstopping sphere-shaped wonderment
Commendable and irresistible
Your glowing and dopacetic gaze discombobulates me
Makes me crazy intoxicated
Full of the joys of spring
Doing insanely hot handsprings
In delightful and flower-scented paradise

The most gloriously exalted hotness
So mountainously mouthwatering and muscle-bound
Glistening strongly built pecs
Monster cut abs that attract attention
To grab and travel my silky perfumed feelers on
Hold on to your stunning cumbersome guns
Your bold, broad back, your phenomenal rock-hard shoulders
Worthy of attention, in full flawless view

Apprehend me, put me into detention
Control and ***** my sexually attractive meat loaves
Peck my prepossessing crests
Devour my biteable burnable beauty
Puff on my sultry hot stuff
Smooth good-looking coup
Your physically gratifying sublimeness oh-so turns me on
Makes me have a soft spot
For your mind-altering eye-popping machoness

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