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HighSchool Secrets: ENDI wrote this years ago when I was still going on with this series and I had it saved in an old drafts folder. I'm sorry to everyone who liked the series but all that time passed and well, I left high school and stopped having the drive for this. THIS is how it ends though. I knew what I was going to do and this is how I had planned to end it. There will be information in the artist comments about it and I'll answer questions about it if anyone actually has any or if anyone who liked the series still follows me. But yeah, as for writing out the rest, I just can't do it.
Coach. Age:--. Physical Education Dept.
"Thanks again for everything, Coach."
'Rence dove his hands into his pockets, trying hardest to look tough while 'talking soft'.
"No big deal, Farmer, anything to clear the air. It's in my job, remember?"
I punched his arm playfully.
He kicked a rock aside.
"You don't get paid nearly enough."
I laughed at that.
"Not-at-all." I coughed in agreement.
We took a few more steps in
Are WeAre we friends
Or just pretending
Because you hate me too much
to even speak?
But when I ask,
you're so offended.
You think it's you,
and not me.
You push me out,
and turn your back.
Without a word
to answer me.
ChivalryThe door won't strike me down if you don't hold it back.
The bill won't stunt my purse if you don't cover our snack.
You needn't lay your blazer over a puddle to spare my feet.
And don't worry about standing to the left of me to shield me from the street.
You don't have to stand behind me waiting to pull out my chair.
You don't have to leave the last piece for me, you can have it, or we can share.
It'd be nice if you did but I only care for what you say,
The most important thing to me is that you treat me the right way.
You could be a valiant knight riding on a fiery steed,
But if you've got no heart then sadly, love, you aren't what I need.
It was simple once, you know.I would give you my cookie at lunch if I liked you. And you would bounce the kick ball to me during recess if you liked me too... or maybe even if you didn't. You'd just bounce it back because it was nice, because it was nice of me to give you my cookie.
Maybe tomorrow you gave the boy who sits next to you your cookie, and then the next day he'd give it to the girl at the other table. And suddenly, we're all giving each other cookies and bouncing the kick ball back and forth to one another.
Or maybe we played tag and you'd push me just a little harder than the boys because you liked me. And you kissed my cheek after I fell and scraped my knee. And even though it hurt, I'd stop crying because you got the nurse without me asking and stayed while she cleaned me up.
Maybe you didn't even like me, maybe you were just a good friend. Maybe it's okay that you didn't like me, because it didn't change anything. You still pulled my hair and I still used words too big for you to understand, and yo
Starry EyedYour hands are the vase that cup my melted heart.
Porcelain white, cold and yet still so comforting.
Tears fall, scattered against your frame and you watch as they run off, pausing only to collect the person that lays pouring beside you.
Your beauty is akin to nothing I can recall and yet it is the height of familiarity. Looking into your visage is as a dream.
My wonder, never leave me or fade away.
HighSchool Secrets: Chapter 14Fassfield? Surely they couldn't have been talking about my brother.
I ventured closer to the scuffle, weaving under a few arms and dodging a few familiar faces.
"I didn't. Do. Anything. Fassfield got caught, plain and simple. He got himself benched." Terrance said, dusting himself off. He wasn't looking for a fight tonight. By the looks of it, he seemed to have already been in one.
"Coach showed up when he..." He trailed off, breaking eye contact with the other boy. "Anyway, we'll be fine. Next week's the competition. You can sub."
"Me? You think I wanna be the one to take Greg's spotlight? No thanks, bro." Phil hissed, hands up. He turned on his heels, disappearing into the crowd, allowing the party to start back up.
I had my chance.
Before the small gap between us could close, I ran to him- to Terrance. If my brother was in trouble, I wanted to know all of the details.
He barely noticed me at first, looked right over my head. It wasn't till he looked down
I want you achingI want you to hurt like it's going to kill you. To cry like you're not gonna make it.
I need you screaming, I need you in so much pain, you can't stand it.
I need you alone. I won't let any of the good I've brought to you stay.
I want you lonely and sad, I want your heart to break with every breath you manage to grasp.
I want you regretting everything you've ever done wrong, I want you to seek repentance.
I need you awake for it all, no more of that pitiful will to 'not worry'.
I need you begging for it to stop. I need you wallowing in guilt. To feel something for once.
I want you aching.
Be a ManPlease read the author's comments after reading this. This was meant to be an equal rights piece, not just women's.
I might not be hot.
I might not be skinny.
Hell, I might not even be the girl your father wants you to bring home.
But that's not my problem.
It's not my desire to be your slut, your whore.
I know I'm not the girl the team talks about in the locker room.
And don't you for a second think I wish I was.
I wear what I want, do what I want, go and say what I want because I'm me.
I'm me for myself, I'm me for God and I'm me for life.
Nothing you say or do will ever change that.
And if you're reading this and you're one of the boys that I find myself lucky enough to call a friend?
Don't hurt me.
Don't give me a reason to believe that you're all the same, that the good I see in you is fake and exists nowhere in your gender.
Don't treat me with less because I have more.
Attraction is one thing, but don't try to tear down my beauty because I don't suit what
This is the endI hate you, you've made me hate you.
I don't care, you've forced me not to.
We aren't friends, you've shown me plainly.
You're inhuman, you've said so yourself.
That wasn't right, no matter how you spin it.
It's astounding, how much of a fool you really are.
There's no way I could ever find a way to forgive this.
How could you do this to me?
It doesn't matter.
This is the end.
You call meYou call me a freak
I say I'm unique
You call me crazy
I say sanity is overrated
You call me a sissy
I say I'm sensitive
And proud of it
You call me depressed
I say it's true
But I'm not ashamed of it
Five AMPre-dawn darkness again, seething, quiet
A monster hugging the city
How heavy, how suffocating it is
The clock has run down on time for dreaming
A void between night and morning
Ready to swallow everything up
A time for old men's reflections
On love, and loss, and sorrow
Oppressive black sky, you eat everything
But the all-night diner
Where lonely old men sit
Drinking coffee at five AM
QuicksandYou trapped me
Dragged me below the surface
And held me there
You chained me
Put brass around my ankles
And left me struggling
You broke me
Beat me with whips made of hate
And hurt me more
You changed me
Made me who you wanted
And killed me inside
You hid me
Stole me away from the light
And made me blind
You crushed me
Blew my dust in the wind
And danced on my grave
surrounding my body
And now I'm twenty feet under
With no chance of being saved
From Your 'Secret' AdmirerHeaven,
this is not a love letter
I will swear to God,
with a halo on my head
and a hole in my heart.
But the fact is I revere you
more than I have any right to.
After all, we are nothing except
who have awkward conversations.
So why is it that every time the line
falls silent I panic, worrying that your shadow
will make my efforts nothing but a distant memory,
when every word you speak strongly marks my mind?
Simple: I fear having something to lose
and losing the nothing I have. You are a
treasure to me, and this note becomes my confession.
Sincerely- I typed this, but I'm sure you'll recognize the handwriting.
give me a challenge, give me you.i have grown
the blood in my veins
have become more
than plasma, and i
am now trapped
within my own hollowed-out
this haze of
has to be transitory--
i can't let it be anything
Death, Judgment, RebirthLast Time in the ICU
Shadow rats, beady red eyes focused hungrily
Stay still too long and they’ll swarm
Sharp little teeth rending flesh
They know the sick and weak
They can wait
Tenth floor ICU, down with the disease again
He’s resting quietly, the nurse says
She looks like a huge black rat
Does she know what’s happening?
Closing the door
She walks away
Sweet childhood dreams are interrupted
Rats gnawing away at the edges
Toothy little kisses all over
Cleaning, cleansing scurry
Down to the bone
Sentenced to Live
Firelight, poker-faced patchwork man reading aloud
An old but vaguely familiar tome, his tone is somber
Was I one of the wicked? Weren’t we all?
Who can say that they were good?
Sentenced to live yet another life
I cry; I’ve had enough living
I want to sleep forever, leave my shell behind
To crumble to dust, useless, I won’t need it
Every door opens to the same world
Is this hell, then? The onl
are winter fire
that warms my body,
that stokes my heart.
is velvet gloss
through my hair,
under my shirt.
is silk screen
beneath my fingertips,
between my lips.
moves like ocean water,
washes over me,
floods every inch of me.
clinging to your cheeks,
puddling the pillow,
caught inside my kiss.
palm to palm with mine,
soft and breathy in my ear,
loud and gasping
against my mouth.
pressing against mine,
rising to meet me,
applauding in rhythm.
grasping at my shoulders,
sliding down my chest,
clinging to my skin.
squeezing me tightly.
arching up to me,
tilting back your chin,
pressing us so close.
undulating in excitement,
trembling in joy,
shivering with delight.
echoing inside my head,
calling out to the universe,
telling me everything.
tender and delicate,
~days eat days
like I eat potato chips
on a couch whose
springs have thrown out
their backs no longer able
to hold even the remote up.
it sinks between the seats like
I do every lonely saturday night
or every evening I can’t quite
make it to bed, cupped with
similar back problems,
a similar sag.
I’ve begun to
take after my furniture.
"the only unattractive curve,"
a girl once said to me with a few
desirable curves herself,
"is the one a person develops
in their back.”
we dated for a month and
she called me her
hunchback of notre dome
(it’s dame, babe.)
and I called her beautiful.
and nothing else.
but somehow her leaving did nothing
to straighten my bent back but
only managed to deepen
my parenthetical stance on
those who love me
(they don’t exist).
DistemperOh, did you scream?
No, ninety ravens
released from the rack of my ribs
in a ravage of wings
have disquieted the cat.
Oh, an aspirin for my mind
(lay your head in my hand
drink me down, feather-drown)
thin its belly-close blood
uphold the constitution
of my hollow-cast heart.
[Fire the dragon
the fairy waters her way
across the winter]
So stout, so ale,
hold fast, touch bone
Oh, you would rather die
than bring home bad meat.
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