His SecretWhile you sleep I steal your perfume, makeup, and dress for my costume. To be the cheap girl on the street unconcerned with the eliteHis Secret
society that, come morning, will resume.
Lips stained, eyes painted, role assumed, I’m prepared to leave the womb of the elite so my secret life can repeat while you sleep.
Free from you, I feel I’ve bloomed into a girl I love -- no longer entombed in the life of the “perfect” elite.
And I have never felt so complete as I do standing out beneath the moon while you sleep.
Thank you, my friendSo little have you done, lived, seen. You were lain, stolen from your mother -- unfertile, placed in a styrofoam carton of your brethren, and chilled in the dark. Your death was cruel -- Broken in two, innards emptied and beaten and now I shatter the remains. But know this at least: Your meager life has provided me with Breakfast.Thank you, my friend
My Mistake, Your SacrificeWe committed the most forbidden alchemy You lost so much more than me in our procedure With nothing left to endure, we live in infamy Our goals were high and lofty, and immatureMy Mistake, Your Sacrifice
Dinner PartyIf I could invite any four people to a dinner party, I would have to first and foremost invite the esteemed and brilliant William Shakespeare and the genius and sweet-connoisseur Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. The possibilities bubble and over-boil the pot of my imagination (and no, I am not referring to the very leafy and very illegal kind. Though, it would not surprise me if either of these two guests was very much interested in this kind.). I read Shakespeare’s works and think “Where does he get this? How did he make it so amusing?” I read about Dumbledore and think of how utterly insightful and yet uDinner Party
Ready and waiting!!
Eager
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"I am the literary equivalent of a Big Mac and Fries." - Stephen King
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You love to say goodbye,
And always counted all the time,
'Til he was free,
to get up and leave,
to learn how to breathe,
again...
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Some of us walk
Some of us fly
But at the end of the book
All of us die. . .
But you know that you're the most beautiful there is. I don't care what she looks like. She'll peak in highschool. You'll go on to do great things, and meet and be with great people. You deserve the best. You know you do.
Don't let some guy ruin everything you've gained over the past few years. All the progress you've made! I'm here whenever you need me. And stop checking your phone for a new text from him because I know that's what you're doing. Go to bed, get some sleep, you need it.
And so I will end my monologue with a loving "Oyasumi."
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