Serena
She screams every time a police officer or strange nurse touches her. She refuses to hear them out. So, until further notice, she is staying in my apartment.
I glance at the clock in the waiting room. It's past midnight. Wow. Jamie and Ashleigh are asleep on a small green couch, with a receiving blanket draped over them. I pick them both up, since Kayla and I are free to leave, and we all walk outside to my car. Kayla opens the back door, and while I'm strapping the two little girls in, I signal for her to get in on the passenger side.
She's a broken person. You only need to look at her to see that. Like I only needed to look at him to know that. Her green eyes even look much darker. She is still wrapped in the blanket, and is motionless and silent. A soundless tear runs down her face.
You only need to look at her to hate the person who just as good as killed her. Only worse, because she still has to go on pretending she's alive. That's the worst thing. No escape. To be in constant pain, and yet you can't escape it. The same thing happens to so many other girls. And yet so many of the criminals who steal lives walk free.
She lets out a desperate sob, a stiffled plea. The tears of a fallen angel.
She screams every time a police officer or strange nurse touches her. She refuses to hear them out. So, until further notice, she is staying in my apartment.
I glance at the clock in the waiting room. It's past midnight. Wow. Jamie and Ashleigh are asleep on a small green couch, with a receiving blanket draped over them. I pick them both up, since Kayla and I are free to leave, and we all walk outside to my car. Kayla opens the back door, and while I'm strapping the two little girls in, I signal for her to get in on the passenger side.
She's a broken person. You only need to look at her to see that. Like I only needed to look at him to know that. Her green eyes even look much darker. She is still wrapped in the blanket, and is motionless and silent. A soundless tear runs down her face.
You only need to look at her to hate the person who just as good as killed her. Only worse, because she still has to go on pretending she's alive. That's the worst thing. No escape. To be in constant pain, and yet you can't escape it. The same thing happens to so many other girls. And yet so many of the criminals who steal lives walk free.
She lets out a desperate sob, a stiffled plea. The tears of a fallen angel.
Sitting right where you are
You have no claim on me
I know my own path
I am my own guide
You are nothing to me
No matter how you try
What do you care?
If I'm not doing it right
I'm not following you
I know my own path
I am my own guide
You don't know me
No matter how you try
Why are you here?
You know I don't want you
I told you to leave me
I am my own path
I know my own guide
You can't mold me
No matter how you try
Why do I feel compelled to write angsty poetry? I swear I'm not even that angsty. lol Oh well, I hope someone out there enjoys it.
A whisper in the cavern that goes unheard,
and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,
like the start of a brand new life, at the peak
of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.
It can't be moved por any cosmic mover,
so no passing wind or fog will douse it.
Only your eyes can scratch out the image
or accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.
Will you take hold of the key you're offered?
Stop cantar of freedom; seek it instead?
To become a companion of the new
takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.
But even por taking one step forward,
por placing one hand onto the mountain,
as the wind tugs gently at your back,
you will realize the cage has already been broken.
and a glimmer in the sky that stays unnoticed,
like the start of a brand new life, at the peak
of a mountain never scaled, lies in wait.
It can't be moved por any cosmic mover,
so no passing wind or fog will douse it.
Only your eyes can scratch out the image
or accept it, the light at the edge of your eyes.
Will you take hold of the key you're offered?
Stop cantar of freedom; seek it instead?
To become a companion of the new
takes an ever expanding, soaring gaze.
But even por taking one step forward,
por placing one hand onto the mountain,
as the wind tugs gently at your back,
you will realize the cage has already been broken.
Once i was having a dia dream about this story. And it brang me to this. A story about AshleyxDamon.
Chapter 1: Sunset
Sitting in an oak tree,a young 13 ano old was composição literária a letter to her father in Tokyo. He was doing research. Then her twin Austin came. "What are you doing here?," she asked. "I amor the sunset", Austin said. "That's why i'm here," Ashley said. They watched the beautiful sunset and went in they're vintage home. "Ashley who is the letter for,"Austin asked. " Dad," she answered. "Dinner you guys," there mother said. And they went inside.
Credit to breebree446