Ch 1: My Saving GraceHanna bit her lip and fought back tears as she listened to Caleb's footsteps head towards the door. A single tear trickled down her round cheek as she heard the door creak open and then close behind him. He was gone again. The one person she wanted to just cling to more than anything and she had had to let him walk out of her life for a second time. It was necessary though. He'd used her, hurt her... Even knowing about the letter he'd given to Mona didn't change that fact. She took a shuddering breath and took a moment to compose herself before going to find her mother to work out a deal over the six pairs of shoes she'd just bought. Her mother didn't say a thing and for that she was grateful. As soon as they worked out a deal on who got to wear what, Hanna climbed the stairs to her room and fell onto the bed. She sighed and hugged her pillow to her chest and cried herself silently asleep.He'd come back on a Friday. The weekend passed slowly and painfully. She wanted to cal
Chapter 1: The beginningShe'd never planned on getting pregnant at eighteen. The whole thing was the result of a rainy afternoon. They'd been out walking when it had suddenly started to rain. They hadn't tried to escape it right away. It was one of those warm summer showers; the kind that felt hot against your skin but instantly froze you to the bone the moment you stepped out of it. They had taken their time, walking slowly with their arms around each other. They talked about anything and everything, only paying attention to the weather when a bolt of lighting flashed through the sky. His house was closest so that's where they had gone. He'd given her some clothes, shorts and one of his numerous button up shirts to wear while hers dried. He put on a dvd. If you asked her what that particular movie had been, she wouldn't have remembered. The only thing that she remembered was being with him; his arms wrapped around her abdomen; lips pressed to her temple. It was the warmest thse'd felt in a long time and she
First DateGrace: -grace is standing in front of her full length mirror, stretching to make sure she didn't tie the shirt over her bikini top to tight. She's wearing a blue and white plaid shirt tied up and open to reveal the bikini top of the same colors. Bare midrif. and denim shorts that fall mid thigh. different clored socks that match nothing she is wearing and sneakers that are white with silver zebra stripes. Her hair is pinned up in pretty ringlets save for the two tendrils that frame her face, twirls once, taking it allcarefully in-Gabe: -sitting in his car outside her house, looking at himself in the rearview mirror; brushing his hair out of his eyes and fixing the collar on his green polo shirt. Absolutely terrified of what he's doing without understanding it in the slightest bit; getting out of the car and pushing his keys into the pocket of his dark fitted jeans-I can do this...-chuckles at himself a little, glancing down at his nearly mint condition black and white chuck taylors
You're backWhen Maxxie had prodded him awake, he was mad at first. He hadn't slept very well in almost a week. Why was someone making him wake up from the fittest nap he'd had in quite some time. Who was waking him up? Then, he saw it who it was. Maxxie. His body had been numb, not feeling anything. Uncomfortable, icy coldness that he couldn't chase away no matter how many blankets he piled on top of himself. He'd technically been dead. A stiff corpse asleep in the spare bedroom. He didn't eat, he slept a restless hurtfull sleep, and he was so cold. He needed Maxxie. He couldn't pretend like he didn't need his best friend. He'd be a bastard if he even attempted it. Max wasn't there though. He'd had too visit family and Ryuu had no idea when he was supposed to be back. Oh, he could have asked Aunt Em, but he didn't know how he would handle it if she said he'd be gone for a long amount of time, so he didn't. He wasn't expecting Max back anytime soon and he wasn't expecting a rescue from this living
Ten things I think...Rain pelted down on her as she searched frantically for him amongst a vast sea of vehicles. "God... please... Don't let him have left yet." She turned just in time to see the tail of his blue leather coat disappear around the corner. She took off at a run, her heels sending dropplets of water flying as she raced after him. "Jazz! Jazz, please wait!" He throat, tired and swollen, clench, not allowing the words fly very far from her. God please! Let him here me! She prayed as she raced around the corner, hoping against all hope that something would cause him to turn around and see her. Her heel snapped, causing her ankle to twist painfully beneath her. She cried out, stumbling while she kicked off her other shoe. She HAD to get his attention. She could see him. She could see beads of water clinging needily to each spike of his black hair, the chill bumps on the back of his neck... she was so CLOSE! She worked up all her strength and screamed, "JASPER WYATT GRANT! PLEASE, STOP!" This time
Rivals?I say I love you a thousand red skittlesbecause they're the only rival you havefor my love.jealous?
.she'll hold him tight tonightand dread the coming mo(u)rning
a picture of perfectionShe was a painting;not a Rembrant or a Da Vinci...much more vibrant than those, she wasthe fade of Monet,her quirks just shy of a Picasso portrait,and at the same time not quite shy enough.She was a Van Gogh landscape:full and bright and articulate and beautiful-but a real mess up close.Like someone forgot that when you make peoplethey're supposed to stay inside the lines.
Night SkyPaint me a story of words,the clouds and sky sit as a attentive audience.The stars outline filled with memories of our epic journey.Hands will be joined together underthe light of the Haley’s Comet.The man in the moon will stay hidden in the moon,we’ll seek him out while sitting on our picnic basket.
Mask Pt.2Dissolve these demonicMasksWe wear,And we'll seeWe all look the same.But I've foundThey aren't easilyTaken off.I've found it too difficultTo undress these thoughts,Instead, I wrap themIn jackets & scarvesTo match this coldWorld.
caesuraSea foam layers salt ringslike age lines on beached birch wood,shattered shells scattered like treasuresacross soft sand that shifts itselfinto hiding between bare skinand shame.I watch turtles hatch and meanderlike men toward different beginnings,the veins of better thingsetched like hieroglyphson humpbacked shells,and I can't help but wonderif maybe I should start crawling, too.Instead, I pick bits of sea kelpout of half-decaying seashellsand watch the sundip a goodbye to the breeze again.They say you can hear the oceanif you put one to your ear,so I tilt my head and listento the whispers that beckon fromthe bottom of a half-rememberedworld.Lofted on a breezeheaded out like a ship on calm waves,phantom voices bickerover which promises to sell me;I hiccup heavy heartbeatsand wonder why empty wordsare so much easier to swallowfor the broken.
GardenWhen I lay myself downOn the warm grassAmong the flowersI gaze at my reflectionIn the sky I'm falling intoWhat is leftOf the person I was Eyelashes flutterAnd cheeks flushI dream of faraway landsBathed in sunlightAnd gems Freedom in my brainSparklingI am stuck in the gardenOf my life
hymenopteracompassionis full of surrogateslike those brushing in the yard;accidental flowersI would grant them their aspirationone last, exalted screambefore the crisp disintegrationto be a crystal in the honeycombsome edge of necessitynot yet worried off to the nubI do see youand rememberit was me
Caesura--C.Sea foam layers salt ringslike age lines on beached birch wood,shattered shells scattered like treasuresacross soft sand that shifts itselfinto hiding between bare skinand shame.I watch turtles hatch and meander like men toward different beginnings,the veins of better thingsetched like hieroglyphson humpbacked shells,and I can't help but wonderif maybe I should start crawling, too.Instead, I pick bits of sea kelpout of half-decaying seashellsand watch the sun dip a goodbye to the breeze again.They say you can hear the oceanif you put one to your ear,so I tilt my head and listen to the whispers that beckon from the bottom of a half-remembered world.Lofted on a breezeheaded out like a ship on calm waves,phantom voices bickerover which promises to sell me;I hiccup heavy heartbeatsand wonder why empty wordsare so much easier to swallowfor the broken.
BalanceI'm sorry but there is no balance here,No perfect key,To put everyone into harmony.
Ready?ready to make that step?ready to take that fall?ready to be yourself?cuz i'm ready to do it all.