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I prefer to be creative, rather than destructive, and spend the majority of my time to myself. If you wish for anymore information about me, or would like to use one of my old poems, please e-mail me at [email protected] as I no longer check my messages here.

Shattered pieces

I just threw this together a while ago. I'm not really sure what to make of it.

There's no time left to pick up the shattered pieces
As my heart sinks into sand
My eyes fill with toil and with wrinkles and creases
As you push away my hand
So I'll harden my shell
Since you left me in this hell
Without you I draw into myself


I was teased; It doesn't feel good. I don't like it.

I was teased; Again they make fun of me.

I was teased; I'm starting to get used to it.

I was teased; Should I really care?

I was teased; I enjoyed it.

I teased; I'm used to it.

I teased; We had fun.

I teased; This is the way it aught to be.

Surgery day - April

"Come on, April!" I`m standing alone in the snow. I turn around and see my sister, Canom, in the doorway.

"Coming." One last look, as the car disapears and I head back in. It may be the last time I see him.

"April." My mother calls. She`s in the kitchen.

"Ya, mom?"

"Dinner`s ready. Go get changed." I know she can tell something`s up.


I head up the stairs, down the hall, and to my room. After changing into my nightgown, I walk to the bathroom. I run some cold water and wash my hands and face. I look into the mirror. My face looks clean enough. I leave the bathroom and head downstairs.

As I`m going down, I think about school. I`m starting at Juilliard in September; 10 hours drive away.

I sigh and sit down at the table. After grace and dinner, I brush my teeth, and then hide away in my room for the rest of the night.

I`m awakened at 3:52am. It`s Jake calling my cell phone.


"They can take away my pain, they can take away my leg, yet they can never take you away."

I smile. " Thank you, Jake."

Constructive Critisism

Whatever crawled up your ass and died? You're depressed, there's something eating you inside. Tell me about it. Just free your your little mind Of the burden that has you in a bind. Is there any more I can do? You s...

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Random Improvisation

Something you should hear A sound that's just made clear Nothing in the water the clay without a potter When what I see isn't who I am How will I get out of this clam Take a breath and live what I've lied...

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