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Take It AwayTake it away, steal my heart
Never thought wed be so far apart
So close one second, but not the next
So in love I think Ive been hexed
Take it away, stay awhile
The way you dance, it makes me smile
Maybe we could hang out sometime
Tell me your secrets, Ill tell you mine
Take it away, sweep me off my feet
We might seem crazy to whomever we meet
But whatever they say, I don't really care
As long as you're with me, as long as you're there
Cast AsideCast Aside
The pain inside my broken heart
Grows more each day we grow apart
You hold her how you held me
You are blind to my pain; you pretend not to see
You might slip up and call her my name
And she'll shake her head at you in shame
You left me behind and pretended I'm not there
Now you've been hurt, so why should I care?
But did I do something wrong or say something rude?
Each time I ask, you say you aren't in the mood
I still love you and I'll always be here
Everytime I see you I have to catch a tear
I don't know why you cast me aside
But I can't change; believe me I've tried
I'm stuck watching you hold her how you held me
You are blind to my pain; you still pretend not to see
Sorry: Chapter One
"True Love, Troubled Minds"
Artemis shut his locker door and began to walk down the main hall of Point Place High School, and he took the earbuds out of his ears as he went. He stuffed his iPod and earbuds into the pocket of his jeans. Artemis had a tendency to listen to his iPod in class because his hair was just long enough to cover his ears so the teachers never suspected. As he zoned out while wondering why his backpack felt so heavy the day before winter break started he heard a voice shout at him from down the hall.
Hey, wait up! Artemis jerked his head around just in time to see Ellie racing at him at top speed. She lept onto his back as though he was going to give her a piggyback ride out to the busses. Artemis laughed as he gently sat Ellie down on the tile floor. He gave her a quick kiss on the lips and then attempted a casual conversation.
So how was your day? He asked, taking her hand and beginning the medium length daily stroll to bus 39.
Left: Chapter Nine
The ivy had climbed up the brick walls of the building making it green all over. The sidewalks were stained with mud and darks circles where bubble gum had been spat onto it. The grass on the front lawn was overlapping the sidewalks, creating a look of overall disrepair.
"This is where Nick is?" Ellie pointed up at the building. "Are you sure, Artemis?" Her hair swished when she turned around to face him. "Artemis? Are you even listening to me?" She walked over to where he sat.
"Why do you want to find him so badly? What makes him any better than me?" Artemis snapped, looking up at Ellie through the corner of his eye. "Why can't we just go home and be together again?"
"I want to find Nick because I love him. He's better than you because for one, he never treated me like garbage. And we can't be together for obvious reasons. Our relationship didn't work out before, so why would a relationship now do any better?" Ellie walked over to a small puddle of murky water that had formed in a den
Left: Chapter Eight
Nick sat in the dingy administration building of Sighton High School. His parents, desperate to get away from the events in Point Place, were forcing him to move here and attend the dank,
pill jar and feet smelling high school. Sighton was a quiet town, just two miles East of Point Place, and it was around one-third the amount of Point Place's population. So far, Nick didn't like his new home that much.
He missed Point Place, he missed his friends and his old school, but he missed Ellie most of all. He hadn't seen her since the day he got shot two weeks ago.
Principal Flint walked into the cramped room, and squeezed his beer belly into the small space between his chair and the desk. He threw down Nick's transcript onto the oak desk.
"So...straight A student, never been in trouble except for a two day suspension for punching another boy in the face. And why exactly did you do that?" he grimaced at Nick over the top of his horn rimmed glasses.
"Well, sir, the boy had recently broke up wi
Left: Chapter Seven
Ellie threw her towel down on the polished top of the bar. She wiped the sweat off her forehead and glared up at the blazing neon light on the wall above her head.
"Hey Maria?" Ellie shouted. "There's nobody here now, can I go to sleep?"
"Yeah, sure." Maria said, coming round from the hall to the bathrooms, clearly drunk. "Just don't drink any of my good beers....or the bunnies will come in the night and getcha."
"Don't worry Maria."
Maria's bare feet slapped against the tile floor as she went up to the loft on the second floor. Ellie sighed, before folding the towel and put the last clean beer mug away. She grabbed her blanket and crawled onto the padded mat below the bar. The space was small and cramped, but it oddly reminded her of home.
The next morning, Ellie woke up, and thinking she was in her room at home, she sat up and stretched. Her head slammed into the underside of the bar.
"Crap..." Ellie said, putting her hand to her head where a small bump was beginning to
Left: Chapter Six
"Ow! Damn it!" Ellie cried as she tripped over the railroad tracks that seperated Point Place. Tears flowed from her eyes, stinging in the dust and dirt that clung to her skin. She needed to find a place to stay, and soon. Her food and water was long since gone, after all, two sandwhiches and a bottle of water can't last more than two days. Ellie repositioned her bag on her shoulders, and headed towards the building she just now noticed. She didn't even glance at the sign, which read, "Maria's Grill and Bar."
Miles away, Nick woke up. The pale tiles of the hospital room just added to the sick feeling he felt. He stared at the ceiling, wondering if Ellie was okay.
"He's so lucky. The bullet just missed his heart." the doctor said.
"I'm awake, you know." Nick murmured, rolling over. "Ow! Damn it!" he cried as the IV tube pulled at his skin where it was inserted into his hand. "Well, at least I know that rolling over isn't safe here."
The doctor chuckled. "Well, you're getting better. No
Left: Chapter Five
"So...your favorite movie?" Nick asked, it was his turn in their game.
"Snatch." Ellie answered with out hesitation. "Now...who is your favorite actress?"
"Hmm..Promise you won't make fun of me?" Nick looked at her.
"Yeah, you didn't make fun of my favorite actor being Brad Pitt."
"I love movies with Drew Barrymore. ET, Charlie's Angels....you get it."
"M'kay. Ask me one."
"Which ones haven't we gone over?"
"Well," Ellie began counting on her fingers. "We've done favorite song, movie, actor/actress, band, and game."
"We still need favorite food and our hobbies, right?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"Okay, Ellie, tell me your favorite food."
"Well....um...on the weekends, I pig out on Hershey Kisses. Don't laugh!" Ellie smacked Nick on the arm when he began to chuckle at her.
"I'm not!" he exclaimed. "Fine, I kinda was. But this way, you won't have to pig out on chocolate kisses."
"What do you mean?"
"Why have chocolate kisses....when you can have a real kiss?" he asked, slowly inching closer to
Left: Chapter Four
"Ellie! The bus is here!"
Ellie jerked out of slumber to the sound of the bus rumbling by the house to make a U-turn at the culdesac at the end of the street. Ellie knew she had five minutes tops to get dressed, brush her hair, and get her stuff together. Quickly throwing on jeans, a t-shirt, a pair of moonboots and fingerless gloves, Ellie scraped a brush through her hair to get the tangles out fast. She slung her half-empty backpack over one shoulder, and snagging a Pop-Tart from the pantry, she ran outside to wait for the bus.
"Bye Mom!" Ellie shouted throught the screen door as the bus inched its way back up High Street. Ellie could see familiar faces staring down at her through the windows. She must look like such a wreck to them. Ellie's heart sank as the bus drove right past her, as the bus driver was not used to picking her up.
"HEY!" Ellie shouted, properly fixing her backpack so she could run. For some reason, being catatonic for a month made her lungs hold up to more stress.
*Past and Present*One hundred years ago
When summer cast golden glow
Weeping willows, river side
Cast gentle shade, punts could glide.
Mild, quiet summer day
Strawberry smell and smell of hay
Silken dress on a boat
Shaded by parasol, afloat.
Today loud music rocks river
Weeping willows really weep
T/shirt slogans, blue jean rule
Now we’re noisy but very cool.
The Guardians of Childhood (Poem)
The spirits of an innocent childhood, from long ago
Arise and always protecting, the innocent
Children who’s dreams are filled with hope, with belief
With happiness as golden sand, takes the shape
Of their deepest dreams, their deepest goals,
Their deepest desires, as the sand takes on these,
A small, silent golden man, sandman, who holds the magic
Sand, that fills the kids with dreams.
He is the childhood guardian, that protects children’s dreams,
Their innocence as they sleep, like soundly angels,
Smiling in the dark. This was the guardian I use to always be told
About, in my mother’s stories. His golden sand illuminating
The pitch black night.
Another childhood guardian, she is the one who
Protects a child’s memories, and will always hold them
Dear, whose little fairies collect their teeth without
A sound, she is Toothania, the guardian, that is as kind
And as silent as her fairies. Always letting them know
Where they can find the children’s baby teeth.
Poem for Lou ReedTruly singular, an outsider’s outsider,
He learned well life’s hard truths, and was walking proof that
Your thoughts are only as deep as your faults.
Subjected to psychic savagery in his youth,
His mind took on an ever-changing persona
Always shifting between fame and failure.
A misfit, a hustler, a rake, a transformer,
A rogue, but not a charlatan, an objector,
But not a coward, never a coward.
An expert spinner of verse, he possessed a knack
For feel, impact, attitude, style; he always knew
Which words were those worth the listener’s while.
His means and his methods were fittingly erratic:
He would spend his days crafting curiosities
Only to then neglect and forget them.
What was important, though, wasn’t his works or quirks,
Nor his talent for causing a storm at a stroke,
But what he and his friends set in motion.
They would, unwittingly, forever change the way
We’d hear the sounds the mind thought it already kn
The Beginningons ago, before time and space,
Was born a set of twins who took its place.
One had eyes of daybreak and hair of sun,
The other, hair of night and eyes of blood.
Born to Laelia, Singer of Light and Love,
Husband to Laelius, God who rules with a fitted glove.
‘Twas a difficult birth, screams echoed through the empty world,
But Laelia was never alone or so the story told.
Lucifer was first, life entered with hollow cries,
Laurentius was next, his smiles greeted by butterflies.
Both welcomed with joyous celebration.
Excited Laelius, humans, his creation.
The Twins then never left each others sides.
Except when heavy choices caused morals to collide.
Vulnerable YouthPaper hearts from bright pink tissue meant for presents,
fanciful butterflies from orange dashed cardboard,
five petaled flowers danced around the sentence
of simplicity, ultimately to discard.
Tender thoughts from censored, guarded minds,
boldly do the simple stubby fingers strive to hide
the gift from Mommy, so that she can't find
the secret depth of the darkest snide.
The gentle pressure of acknowledging gestures
even the meaningless thank you cards
meant to send you on an emotional adventures,
only to be shredded on cynical hearts' shards.
But it is the thought that counts,
those sweet little eyes haven't yet been renounced.
NeedlesThe meat is cold from bloodless lust
My organs are damaged
Path be taken down range-
-And end with chilling wall
Forest of needle spires climb
My height cannot ask
Deem the stars they point-
-For reverence physical
Destroyed as winter comes
Invested into my stock
I am bought and brought home
With no escape from the lock
Needle sew a coat of iron
Black with the char left by
Remembrance make me a scion
And kindle a soul inside
Lids have shut and no key breaks
I cannot see between blades
Cut the night to ribbons-
-Now banners to losing way
Imposing in my blindness wait
My feet are icy cold
The forward march is death incarnate-
-Though I am numb to catch
A fabric stolen mask and clothe
The boundary pointed shed
Once streamers bleeding dry wove
The semblance of disjointed ends
No try can match the mind at work
For ochre has my pallor drained
This raiment bears a doubting murk
Through glacier impassive face
My asking wanes with setting freeze
The armour frozen bites
A pleading body already w
The Day She Falls Off Her ThroneToday she stands tall
On a mountain of deceit
But one day she'll fall
She'll be tossed off of her feet
And when this day comes
The day her reign is put to an end
She will have nothing left but crumbs
Nobody to attend
And whose fault will it be?
Her Mother's, Father's, or her own?
Perhaps all three
On the joyous day that she falls off her thrown
Death's LoveHe obtained a frightening manifestation
And held the power of creation
Without creating a new individual but becoming something with a strong relation
That kept a sturdy foundation,
As his cells connected, broke apart, and were destroyed during his formation.
Before me he stood, light lurking within his eyes, speaking of temptation.
Then, the déjà vu was overpowering, a suffocating and heartbreaking sensation.
Death played with an individual that people see as a cremation
And how I see as a pure, devilish damnation,
Where I can only vision the house it lived in, being eaten in a conflagration.
The appearance, however, delivered me into salvation,
That, alone, was enough to wash away any frustration.
The longer I stared, the more I studied, there was an alteration
In the depths of my concentration,
Where I began to piece together an understanding of admiration
That Death had somewhere in preservation.
His corpse-like figure had the power of reincarnation
And how he changed for
Jonas Brothers poem
Rockin out, tourin cross the USA
Kevin, Nick, and Joe you steal our hearts away
Your lyrics in your songs are so real and true
Its no wonder that so many people like you
I sing your songs everyday when Im walking down the hall
And people think Im crazy but I dont care at all
It must be tough to be famous and want to be normal
Its like wanting to dress casual when you have to dress formal
No doubt in my mind that Jonas Brothers are the best
Cause in the music race you outrun the rest
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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