Greetings and salutations. Browser of dead website. This is where I formerly posted poetry when I was a relatively active member.
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.
"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.
"Ok."
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.
"Hello?"
"They can take away my pain, they can take away my leg, yet they can never take you away."
I smile. " Thank you, Jake."
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