LetHerEatCake

~Zoey~ "Yo, fatass! Watch where you're going, will ya?" I quicken my pace, my cheeks burning as laughter erupts all around me. As I reach the door, I turn my head to look at the mess I had just caused. Pencils and crayons scatter the floor, the plastic tupperware they had recently filled lying a few feet away. Kids are already on their hands and knees, quickly picking them up, but my eyes meet with only one. Thomas, my daily tormentor since freshman year. He winks at me, showing off that sly grin that never seems to leave his face. Then I watch as he turns to his peers and mimics the walk of what I can only assume would best relate to that o

Luck. Luck? Is it luck that I met you? Is it luck that you became one of the most important people in my life? Is it luck, just luck, that you love me the same? Is it only pure luck that, by some miracle, we both ended up in the same state, the same city, had the same friends, looked into each other's eyes and felt the same unexplainable rush of affection and emotion? Or is it destiny? Is it destiny that I met the man I want to marry, and he feels the same? Is it destiny that your friend showed me your picture and I was instantly intrigued? Is it destiny that my hand perfectly entwines with yours, that we perfectly balance each other, that o

It is 1:05 AM as I am writing this. I have a horrible cold and I cannot sleep. My head is pounding. My right nostril is completely stuffed up and my left nostril is running like a faucet someone forgot to turn off, seeping clear fluids down my philtrum until I loudly snuff it back up into my nasal passage. I've painted such a lovely picture for you so far, haven't I? By the way, yes I did google what the space between your nose and mouth is called. You learn something new every day. I was trying to fall asleep earlier, and no matter what I did I just could not drift off into that lovely state of dreaming, where all your worries melt away an

So there's this guy. He's sweet, he's funny And he's super cute I think he might like me! So there's this guy. He brought me flowers He wants to be with me I said yes, I'm so excited! So there's this guy. He takes me on dates, He holds my hand, I think I'm really falling for him So there's this guy. He gets kind of emotional sometimes I want to make him really happy I'll keep trying harder, he deserves it So there's this guy. He got mad at me He started hitting things I got scared, but I know it was my fault So there's this guy. I don't think he likes me anymore He tells me I'm not good enough I just want to be good enough So there's t

I try. Every single day, I try. I hold you in my arms I whisper to you how much I love you I try so hard. But it's getting too hard. I'm tired... Tired of your ungratefulness Tired of your angry words, of your accusations Tired of never being good enough. I can't do this anymore I can't love you anymore I can't take this anymore I can't feel anymore.

He loves me, he loves me not He loves me, he loves me not That's all I hear as you rip my petals out, one by one He loves me, he loves me not He loves me, This is humiliating. How would you like it if I tore all your hair out, one strand at a time? He loves me not, he loves me, All for the love of a boy He loves me not, This won't prove anything, you know He loves me, he loves me not, If you really want to know if he loves you, just ask him He loves me, he loves me not It would save you a lot of time, and save me from being bald He loves me, he loves me not He loves me, Six more petals. I can feel myself wilting away. He loves m

You want my body, you don't want my heart You think I'll be easy to tear apart You think it's funny to watch me cry You think I'll believe your every lie Well guess what? You're right I am easily broken I put my faith into every word you've spoken You played with me until you were bored Then you threw me away But it's okay I'm used to the feeling of being ignored Nobody wants me I'm useless, I'm worthless I feel like I'm trapped right under the surface I try to breathe, I try to scream But nobody hears me, or so it would seem And now it's dark, I can feel myself falling There's no light at the end, no God who is calling

My daddy's a superhero He fights for me and you He has a helmet instead of a cape And wears camo instead of red and blue My mommy's a superhero She saves lives every day With her mighty stethoscope in hand She helps take the pain away But you won't dress up like Daddy for Halloween And you won't make Mommy a star These superheroes are overlooked As are many others, near and far Take a second to think about How many superheroes you know And make sure to give them a great big thanks For never ever letting go

Who are you, to tell me how to write? Who are you, to tell me what to say? Who are you, to tell me that my words are not okay? Writing is an art What does that mean? It means there's no right or wrong. If you want to rhyme, you can do it all the time. Alliterations are always available to anyone. One line stanzas are perfectly fine. So Are Five Line Stanzas YOU CAN WRITE LOUDLY!!!!!! or you can write softly and delicately... You can write about your favorite color, or about a dog you once had, or even about the outfit you wore today. IT IS UP TO YOU. So, given that you have that freedom, let me have mine. Don't tell me what I can an