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A Nonfiction, For Class

My mind wonders back to when I was younger. Seven I think. My mom had run out of beer.
This was a time when she was getting worse at hiding from me and dad was at work all the
time. The 7-11 was just down the street so she decided to just walk. I was eager to pick
out some yummy candy. My legs pumping as I practically ran circles around her waiting for
the traffic to stop. Finally it did, speeding in front of my mom I walked onto the road.
Suddenly I felt a tight pain around my neck as my body jerks back off the ground and my
mom’s hand gripped me. I saw a car as it jumped up onto the curve were I was just seconds
before. In a flash they were gone down the road. My mom’s protective hand still holding.
Her mouth spewing out harsh and ugly words that dad had told me was a “no, no”. This
memory pains me to think about. I loved my mom, I really did, but after she snapped I’ll
always feel a burning distrust towards her. I was nine and it was Halloween. Mom was at
my aunt’s. I actually have no idea what I was maybe a vampire. I had the fangs but
glittery white wings and a white wedding gown. My long blonde hair flying wild and high.We
pulled up into my aunt’s drive way. The atmosphere around the house was dark. I felt
uneasy when we knocked on the door. My mom answered, looking demonic. Alcohol rolled off
her in pungent fumes. I hid behind my dad afraid. In a flash of screaming and action my
mom attacked my dad. Pinning him to the ground. Punching him in the face over and over
again. Screaming at him to give her more money. My dad yelled at me to call 9-11. I ran
inside tears blurring my path as I got the phone. I was going to call 9-11 but I didn’t
know how. I was afraid they wouldn’t help.I went to my aunt but she was asleep or in other
words ignoring me. At that point I was desperate so with all my nine year old anger I ran
back out side, the phone still gripped in my tiny hands.I yelled and screamed with all my
might at my mom to get off my dad or I would bash her head in with the phone. That I would
kill her if she didn’t stop. Now it makes me sick that I was so violent and angry at such
a young age. That provoked I was willing to kill my own mother.Luckily I did not resort to
that because dad pushed her. We took off. That was the last time I ever saw her, screaming
at us with such rage and hatred, the mom who saved my life held me close and told me she
loved me, that I vowed never to drink or be around alcoholics again. Go hard or go home...

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Lovers Live To Hate

A hot steamy, winter day.
Made two hateful lovers stray.
For together they were apart.
But, apart they lived with dead hearts.
They were visible by the fade. 

With a final blow, they forever killed.
The contained blood, spilled.
They hated to love.
They admitted this was undreamed of.
Together they emptied a cup by getting it filled.

Because they were only attracted by pushing away. 
Those two hateful lovers did stray.
By looking the other away they faced each other. 
They choose to love than hate the rather. 
So they both lived to kill today.

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Little Miss Fly

I sit on a wall. 
lessening to you all.
I can hear your complaints.
You all really need restraints!
As I sit on this wall.

So now I buzz by your face.
An acute race.
It make's me sad,
when you swipe at me,all mad.
As I buzz by your face.

Well let me tell you what.
You got a big butt!
and you eat too much!
It's a wounder ya don't need a crutch.
Ha! I so told you what!

This is a Cafe.
Jeez! How much do you weigh? 
So I buzz on by.
I am only just a fly.
In this wonderful Cafe.

But maybe i should be more aware,
that you don't want to share.
cause now I'm a spot on the wall.
Not a fly, at all.
Yep, I should have been more aware.


(Ever sit at a table with an annoying fly?)

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Ravens Song

Raven,my song
Please sing to me.
Sing me to sleep.
My lovely lullaby
just under the stars tonight.

I want to feel the dead.
Over come with mincing dread. 
It's just a nightmare,
a silly dream.
Oh so wont you just please,
sing.

So lets see.
The moon shine by firefly's
as I rock my baby
to sleep tonight.
As Raven watches there lives go by
They take the time to sing
The alluring lullaby's.

My precious world,
under silly stone things.
It's name forever written
never to be changed.
Raven Please sing to me
My lullaby.

The hearts stop ticking time
for now we are free
to be what ever we wish to be
among the dead 
singing an alluring song
A lullaby.

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Sunny

The sun is blazing
                    My bare feet burn on the ground
                           I love the warm air

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Trouble

I really hate this feeling,
My heat is too fast
My stomach twisting
in unmanageable knots
hands are shaking so.
my knees wobble.
too hard to control
what will they find?
that it will never be mine
why cant they set me free?
just leave me be?

I really hate this feeling
to finally be caught
my mouth, utterly dry.
tongue swollen, ready to cry.
my eyes brim with tears.
But, i cant let loose now.
My brain on hyper drive.
still i cant think clear.
Why cant they set me free?
just leave me be?
I really hate this feeling
Of finally being caught.

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Looking Cool But Feeling Like a Fool

Surfing with my board
excitement overflows
my heart in time
as my feet carry me
the kicked up sand
the seagulls squawking
as I see the flat water
and realize
the ocean is still.
I am sad i can't surf, but
at least i look cool...
...with my board.

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Deaf

Consider this,
If you were deaf 
what would you miss?
The boom 
of a thunder storm?
The vroom
of a car?
Or just the norm?

Consider this,
If your were blind
what would you miss?
The sheen
of polished gold?
The green
of new grass?
Or watching a rainbow unfold?

Consider this,
If your were mute
what would you miss?
The squeeze 
of your opinion?
The scream 
of the anger?
Or having your vocal minion?

Consider this,
that we take for granted
our normal bliss.
We might not think
What it's like not to hear.
What it's like not to see.
What it's like not to speak.

So lets loan 
an ear
an eye
and a tongue 
to those who feel alone.

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Last Day

Dear dad,

Today,
is the day
and I am afraid.
 
I will come to tell you.
I have found my someone.
So I'm asking, will you walk me through? 
Down the aisle
With my white gown.
Will you hand me over?
To this mean man.
So he can carry me away
possibly see you again someday?
Daddy?

I just wanted to let you know
As I sit on this white snow.
Writing to you.
That I am glad
You are my dad.

My heart has finally met it's match.
He's kind I tell you.
I am lucky to be with him, he's part of a special few.
But really I want to cry.
This man in all black is not mine.
Oh, why me?
That should not be dieing before my daddy!

Remember?
When I was a child.
We went for ice-cream.
We walked for a mile.
Just so I could sleep, a sweet dream.

And today
is the day
and I am afraid.
That death knocked on my door.
Took me away and married me.
Oh, how it's funny,
that you can still be free.
This is what he did daddy:

He reached out his hand,
and lied.
I lay out mine 
and I died.

So I just wanted to let you know,
That you were the best.
I am glad,
That you were my dad.

And today,
I die,
And say,
Bye, Bye.

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Marching

Road.
Endless.
Allow one to be carried by the mob.
Swept away.
Blind fate.
When tired,
they replaced.
But not us.
Chilled,
the bone.
Throats,
parched.
Out of breath 
we,
pressed on.


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