Bitter

Just a brief poem about today's Homophobia.

Just something I came up with on the spot. Enjoy! Sory abut te spelin mistaks

"The girls backed off as Cassie yelled, "What are you doing, freak?" She lunged at me and I dodged away, but not before she got hold of my cast, and yanked upward."

"He would take me to dinner. He would take me to a movie. We might kiss at the end when he drops me off. We get married and have seven kids. Okay, the last part was a maybe."

"As I'm waiting for the bus, I can see my friend Melissa's car in the distance. When she pulled up I looked to see that my other friends were in the car. I couldn't make up my mind. Almost all the s

A cute little poem I came up with to fan the flames of my zombie obsession.

As the car made contact with my fragile body, all our memories passed by my eyes. I didn’t thin... (continued)

This story was too long so I'll put it in two parts! Email me: [email protected]

Part TWO

"Some people even said that the figure would take the men back to her home, and drink the blood from the wound. People also said that the mysterious figure only victimized men. Me, being a small, you

"I came to school one day and the bigger kids beat me and threw me in the dumpster. I chose not to get out, but to sit for a couple hours alone, incase they came back."

A girl has a run in with the devil. EMAIL ME YOUR COMMENTS: [email protected]