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A Single Drop of Rain
By: Arianne B.
#22
As I fall from the sky, I see all the other unfortunate souls that have to scatter across the
land of the living; the land of pain, where people have to go through hell to get to heaven. I
don’t think I will ever know why God does what he does, but he does it for a reason. I will
never know why God is sending me back to this sinful place where we have to go through
trials, tribulations, and mistakes in the form of a single drop of rain.

When I land, I land in a stream. It is warm and welcoming but at the same time cold and
dark. It is like life, good at times but can turn just as cold as this stream is becoming. I sink
lower into the stream but still learn to flow with the current. It lets me know that it is okay to
finally be one with something. That all the drops of rain in this stream were once alone and
naïve but have learned to become one with themselves and the rest of us. I don’t think that I
will ever be alone again.

We start to pick up speed when I notice that the fish and the alligators are trying to move in
the opposite direction. The alligators and fish separate us as they swim the other way, but we
always come back together, almost like we are one. The scales on their bodies rub against
us, they feel warm and prickly but at the same time welcoming and friendly, reminding me
as an individual of all the things I missed out on. That is when I hear it… the sound of water
hitting water. And once again, I am falling from no where in particular to a gushing amount of
water. I listen to it as it falls with me. The body of water that is now mine. This time it is
different… this time the mist and air run across my slick back and rolls up as I roll down. It is
warm and helps me understand the joys life still brings, it is sinful but it still has some good. I
close my eyes as I am swallowed in a sea of love along with my fellow companions. I am
looking at life in a completely different manner… all because of God’s unexplained reasoning
for what he does. I will never know why God does what he does but he does it for a reason.
All I know is the fact that he sent me to this wondrous place, to find out that I don’t have to
be alone anymore… I came as a single drop of rain but stayed as a beautiful bank of water.

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Her Story

The red lipstick smears across her lips; she closes her eyes to put the eye shadow on her
cheeks; smothered in a pale blush; she tries hard not to cry as she looks herself in the
mirror; she walks out of the room and meets the other girls in the hall. Her short skirt and
skimpy shirt show all of her curves; she prays to God hoping not to be picked, but her
prayer is unanswered once again. As a young man who looks fairly decent grabs her by the
hand and guides her up the stairs to a small room with one bed and a window with a
bathroom by the side. She says she’ll be right out and walks in the bathroom, closes the
door and tries to remember how to breathe.

She takes off her clothes so he can see her beautiful silk skin. She lays on the bed as he
bends down to grab her legs, his hands are firm and cold, sending shivers up her body
making her nipples hard. He then spreads her legs open with a painful move, making her
yell out. She still hasn’t disappeared into her peaceful abyss yet, but it soon came after the
pounding of his penis ripping her insides out. They never stop even if she tells them to; they
never slow down, even if she tells them to. They never go softer, even if she tells them to.
They go fast and hard for hours on end while she just lays there. She has learned to stop
fighting, learned that if she fights it only becomes worse.

After they are done with her they usually just walk out and leave her to clean up the mess,
like the blood and the semen. After she cleans up she goes back to the basement where all
the other girls are. She hasn’t seen the sunlight in 6 months. That’s how long she has been
gone, her parents think that she is off to college somewhere, but not in a million years did
they think that she would end up a sex slave.

This is a story of a 17 year old girl who thought she was going to college but ended up
getting kidnapped.

Human trafficking is a big deal around the world, even today. Young girls get kidnapped
and held hostage to have sex and they can’t do anything but what they are asked to do.
Please be aware of what is going on around you.

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R.I.P

i sit at your grave
on my hands and knees
crying out to God
begging and asking please
save this young girl
from herself
as she runs from the pain
she once felt
she cuts to kill
she learned to not cry
it eases the pain
to not know inside
life was too hard for her
so she thinks
so im on the ground
begging to God please
dont take her away yet
dont let her die
shes only fourteen 
she has her whole life.

i stand in the rain
flowers in one hand
dressed in all black
why couldnt she understand
life isnt about death
its about your time
you cant make it happen
just like i cant make this ryme
it just does
death isnt as exiting 
as being alive
R.I.P kristin mceenly
hopefully you now have a better life.

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Nothing Matters

when life sucks, what do you do?
by: arianne bungay

i loved him
he loved me too
when you want to win
what happens when you lose?

she was my friend
i was hers too
what do you do 
when the world is out to get you?

nobody told me that life was this hard
that i had to fight for every breath
is this battle even worth
fighting till the death?

popping pills is a proffession
cutting is a lifestyle
sex is an addiction
that ive had for a while

people tell me that when your lost
your mind is gone
what happens when you come back
and everything turns out wrong?

the people i love left on a vacation
never to be seen again
its like they lost the war
and im following right behind them

when you have everything
and its gone in a day
how do you react
when it never comes back?

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Wading Naked

Wading naked
By arianne bungay

The nails go through my wrists
And the hammer brings blows to my back
As I wade naked on the bloody stone platform
Being laughed at and patronized
The faces all look the same
The arguments will never change
Friendships never to be seen again
Love is gone with every tear I shed
I close my eyes and smile
With every stone that is thrashed at my head
Knowing that this is the day
The day to prove myself
So I embrace the pain
Fighting to stay alive at the same time
Proving to the ignorant people that I was right
Ending with a good cause behind my name
There is one face that stands out
A little girl
She is neither laughing nor crying
She looks irritated, maybe even angry
I imagine myself in a white dress
With long auburn hair
I go up to her and ask her what is wrong
She enlightens me
Telling me that she is not only fine
But she is waiting for me
So I wade naked
On a bloody stone platform
Letting her slip into nothing but memory
As I let go of everything
And I lay there smiling
The laughter around me stops
The patronizing is over
Friendships never to be seen again
Hand in hand with a little girl
Having my heart sowed and mend
Knowing that this is where it ends.

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I...Love...You

there are three words im afraid to say
i...love...you
there are three words i long to say
i...love...you
there are three words burning my skin
i...love...you
there is a lonely man waiting to here them
i...love...you
im afraid of your reaction when i say
i...love...you
so i hide my emotion and wait for the day
when i get up the courage to write you a note
three simple words is all i wrote
i...love...you
with no hesitation you pick it up
you read the note then look up
i love you too 
is all you say with your smile shining through the darkness.

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Mommy...

Mommy…
You lie through your teeth to me,
 im your daughter how can you not see.
 If I could change why cant you?
 Why cant you see the bad things you do?
 By manipulation and even pain,
 I thought you were better, I thought you would change. 
But you didn’t.

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To You

The memories of every painful thing in my past came into my mind, flooding me with
sorrow and despair. It took me a while to take the razor apart with a sharp tack; I
accidentally stabbed myself a couple times. Finally I took it a part and went to the bathroom
not anticipating what came next. The pain didn’t come until long after the accident happened.
I took the razor and put it on my wrist… close to the veins that could easily betray me and
let me die. I slid it across way too fast and saw my skin bust open with blood and sticky
tissue that should not be shown… I cut too deep. I stopped bleeding after a long moment of
losing blood. It was almost time for my family teachers and the other girls to wake up, so I
staggered to the living room and threw myself on the couch. Finally my family teacher came
out; I slowly pulled myself up and walked slowly to the kitchen to talk to her, “I cut too
deep… I think I need to go to the hospital.” I said in a slow slur. She looked at my arm and
agreed with me and then put me in the car and drove… fast. When we got there they didn’t
take me in for a while and I got really tired sitting and waiting. When I finally got pulled in to
the back they asked me if I had any pain I said no because I was still in shock from the loss
of blood. When the doctor saw me he had to give me stitches and take my blood so I felt
even queasier and light headed. He had to give me ten stitches and internal stitches as well.
When we got home I was still light headed from lack of blood, but it didn’t matter, I was just
grateful to still be alive. i couldnt help but think of what i really wasnt losing, but that was
before i met my friend. he showed me how life works and how to play the game right. i now
understand why i have been losing. if it werent for him... i wouldve already been lost.

if you are reading this then you know who you are. i love you

Best Poems Written by Arianne Bungay

Cry On My Shoulder

Best Friend

A Single Drop of Rain

Her Story

R.I.P

Nothing Matters

Wading Naked

I...Love...You

Mommy...

To You