What can you say when the world around you seems to be dying?
Do you scream at it until your face is beet red?
Wake up! and slap it in the face while your heartbeat is flying?
Can you revive it with words alone or does it take much more?
Perhaps you must take a huge risk and crack the ribs with your hand
To massage its dogged pulse and increase the flaccid heart rate.
Are you strong enough to hold that heart while its life slips like sand?
Or are you forever forced to keep it going lest it die?
Chained to continue its life or guilty for allowing its death.
Or do you look around for help and recruit another mind?
Pray th
Chapter One- A Lily Blossoms by mikshelle, literature
Literature
Chapter One- A Lily Blossoms
Chapter 1
The books are piled high in my bedroom. Mother said it's useless buying me books anymore because I read too fast but I can't help it. I'm fascinated by these worlds, by these strange lands and languages that I've never heard of. I'm infatuated with the written word. I was surprised when I saw an empty book, for I've never seen one before. I asked father and he said it's a journal, something I write my emotions and feelings into.
"So," I said to him, "It's like being an author!"
"Not exactly….you keep it to yourself if you like, or you can have others read it if you like." He replied.
Well, what a silly idea. To write an enti
Chapter 2
I miss the trees. It was only a few months ago I was always surrounded by the trees. But then we moved far, far away. In less than two weeks I was informed my father had a job offer elsewhere and we packed up our things and left. In two short weeks I had to say good bye to my lifetime friends.
My old house was nothing special. Just enough bedrooms for my mother, father, two siblings and I. Nothing spectacular. It was to my utter shock when we arrived to our new home, we arrived to a farm. It was filled with glorious things, little treasures hiding in nooks and crannies.
First, my brother found a calf hiding in the way back of
Chapter Three- Lily's Jounery by mikshelle, literature
Literature
Chapter Three- Lily's Jounery
Chapter 3
I'm glad its summer. No more taunting from my fellows or teachers. They mocked me. I felt so inferior, at times I would just run to the bathroom and start bawling. Why do I have these feelings? Why do I want to be accepted by my new fellows?
During the short period when I went to school with my new fellows, before school let out, I was doing something secret. I would cut myself to relieve the pain of social rejection. My mother soon found out and demanded that I stop. Afterwards, my brother and sister soon looked down on me not just for being their little sister, but for the lack of strength I have.
I can't blame them; ever s
Chapter Four- A Lily Wilts by mikshelle, literature
Literature
Chapter Four- A Lily Wilts
I'm sorry I don't write in you more often. Between reading and tending to my father's farm, it's hard to find time to fit you in. But I must admit; I love spending the days outside in seasons like this; warm and humid days, but not too hot like summer. Autumn has always been, and always will be my favorite season. It is especially enjoyable when a season like this is accompanied by a busy schedule, where there is little time to delight in such acquiesce weather.
My hours outside of the school are quite enjoyable. Time spent inside said building is more like a prison with each growing day. Tension between my schoolmates and I had gotten to i
Chapter Five-What Makes A Lily by mikshelle, literature
Literature
Chapter Five-What Makes A Lily
It's growing later and later in my favorite season; my once most awaited days are becoming those most dreaded, where the cold from late at night is tided over until noon the next day. It's time to wear coats, and as such, mother decided it was time to buy me a new one. I rarely receive new clothes, so for me, this was a special occasion.
As mother and I drove out of our driveway, I looked at our new home. The work we had done in the past few months had paid off, our house looked brand new. But there was something I was still ashamed of. Looking around at the houses in town, mine still wasn't as large as my fellows.
But why should I care?
Winter is calling. He blows his trumpet with great authority, and the mighty winds blow; but we still await his full arrival. The tip of my nose is officially frozen. You could take a hammer and chip it off, then eat it in an attempt of survival after a sixty day journey up a large mountain. Or maybe that's just my imagination. Maybe it's just the throes of late November taking their toll on our old abode as I sit beneath a cardboard-thin blanket.
Today we celebrated our nation independence by stuffing our faces, which really says something if you think about it. I was doing so well, and hadn't eaten in almost eight days when this Thursday
And this is where you're supposed to fit:
It's six thirty-eight in the morning and this is where we are supposed to wake up with you wrapped in my arms and the world wrapped in the pale blues of early morning light. Somewhere between the first flutter of my eyelids and the first flutter of our hearts I am supposed to be kiss-whispering "hellobeautiful"s and "riseandshine,starshine"s into the skin of your shoulder and the scent of your neck, and your spine is supposed to be against my chest and my hands are supposed to be on your hips and we are supposed to fit as perfectly as a pair of parentheses. It is six thirty-eight and as I am waking u
Relapse: A Life With Anorexia by AnticipatingSuicide, literature
Literature
Relapse: A Life With Anorexia
"Rush her to the ER!"
The doctors screamed at the nurses as they struggled with attaching the convulsing girl to the stretcher and rolling her through the well-lit hallways of the hospital. The white tile raced beneath the wheels and the grey paneling on the walls flew by as the ER crew sped down the path, desperate to get the girl into the emergency room. There was a nurse constantly screaming out her stats as they fell lower with each passing second.
The team rolled into the room and placed a cup over her mouth.
"She's in cardiac arrest, doctor, we have to move fast!"
The nurse kept screaming, her shrill voice r
I don't know how it got this way
Never thought I'd see the day
It took me by complete surprise
The moment I knew I lived for your eyes.
I need you more than words can explain
Your taste is my new brand of pain
Wanna lick you- kiss you- bite you quick
This feeling for you is like mud- it's so thick.
Your essence strives to swallow me
This isn't cheap sentimentality
Is it affection?
No- you're simply my obsession.
I watch you laugh and talk and be
Your existence is cancer deep within me
I'd love to boil you alive in a pot
then drink your broth- I bet it's hot.
I can't say I like you- you frustrate my mind
Why search for justifi
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the burden of self-woe and misery has now been lifted by old cliches and aged phrases. may others learn to praise alice and her infinte knowledge of society's conformed and tight-knit beliefs.