Misunderstood, teenage girl

You’ve heard it all,

Again and again,

The story of the misunderstood,

Teenage girl,

The one about,

Her fighting with her parents,

Losing friends over guys,

Lost behind a world

Of acne,

Glasses,

Braces,

And freckles

You’ve heard the happy endings,

The guy who comes alone,

And loves her for who she is,

Her friends stop arguing,

Her parents start getting alone,

But sometimes,

Those happy endings,

And just the girls fantasy of

What she wishes could be,

But isn’t.

Fake Frankie

They say best friends are forever, but how long is forever? What is forever?

I see my childhood looming in the past, glaring at me. It says, "How dare you let him get between you?! Just forgive, it's not like any of it really matters, she's happy, you should be to!!!", "How dare you let that other girl take your place?! When in fact that girl is just saying the things people want to hear, not what they need to hear. Not the truth, just two faced lies.

    I want to scream back at the past, and ask questions like, "How could you let this happen to us?! You had a big part in this as well.

Things swirl around in my mind, leaving me dazed, confused. Hurt.

  She's like me but she's not, she's herself, in a disguis as me. Feeding to you the lied I refuse to tell you because I truly am your bestfriend. And I'm someone who doesnt want to hurt you, but also isn't afraid to tell you the truth so you don't get hurt even worse.

   Now here I am. I have no one here to help me struggle with this. You have her, the Frankie-In-Disguis, who'll be there until something really terrible happens, then her skin will fade back to look like herself.

And since I'm to god damned devoted to us, to our friendship, to our love for one another, to our sisterhood, I'll come back and help you pick up the pieces, like i've done millions of times before, with no one else's help. I'll even pick up the pieces the Fake Frankie left behind.

 So, I'm here, You're there, with her, and you won't understand, until she leaves you to cry, all alone.

After Christmas Tears

The Christmas Spirts,
Gone,
The sparkling lights,
Disapeared,
Leaving an after glow of tears on
Childrens cheecks for the loss of
Santas presents by the tree,
Tears on the cheecks of the growing up teens for the loss
Of believing,
Tears on the cheecks of
the middle aged ones,
Who feel as if something is missing,
Tears on the cheecks of the
Sick and elderly for the fear that
It was there last time, to see
Those sparkling christmas lights,
Again.

Jimmy

This is the beginning new short story I'm writing =] Hope you like it so far =]

Preface

I didn't mean to fall in love with Jimmy. He was the greatest friend anyone could've asked for. I don't know why he chose me, I don't think I'll ever know. But one thing i do know, is he changed me, and I'm eternally grateful.

Chapter one

"Ms.Robinson! You can't kick me out for stating my opinion!" I yelled picking up my bag and tossing it fiercely across my shoulders.

"She can when the opinion is me going to hell!" Lukas Manson said, pissed off at me.

"Mr.Manson! Be quiet or you'll be joining Mercedes down at the Deans office!"

We had been having a class debate in World History. Lukas was on the opposing team as me. He was such a sleez, always making sexual jokes aimed at me. Such as winking at me, licking his lips toward me, or mouthing vile things. I told him to go to hell, and I get kicked out.

I walked out, infuriated.

"Hi Mercy." The Deans secretary said smiling as i walked in. We'd become close over the years. I was a senior now and i was sent there everyday for three years. So we should be on first name basis by now.

And thats the first time i saw him, he had blond short hair, gray eyes and he was wearing a purple polo, i normally would never have looked at someone like him, but for some reason. He caught my eye.

He walked in and sat next to me in the uncomfortable blue chairs.

"Hi, what are you in for?" I asked, attempting to flirt.

"I'm new here, I came for my schedule and that jazz. What about you?"

"Oh I got into trouble for telling this guy to go to hell. I get in trouble for the stupidest things." I shrugged and we both laughed.

"Whats your name?" He questioned, giving me a smile, my heart melted, he had the whitest teeth I'd ever seen.

"I'm, uhm, Mercedes, but you can call me Mercy." I mumbled, embarrassed when i realized i was blushing.

"Hmm beautiful name, does everyone call you Mercy or am i just special?" He said winking.

Sending new waves of heat through my face.

"Jimmy, you can go in now." The secretary smiled.

"Well, see ya later Merc." He laughed, shook his head, and disappeared into the back office.

This is two pantoums haha which a french poem form

Alone

I am alone,
Broken hearted emptiness,
Wrapped itself around my mind,
I begin to tremble.

Broken hearted emptiness,
Has left me cold and scared,
I begin to tremble,
My tears fall freely.

It has left me cold and scared,
I am in a daze,
My tears fall freely,
I'm lost.

I am in a daze,
Pain wrapped itself around my mind,
I'm lost,
I am alone.


I need you

Can you see me?
Because i see you,
Your everything and everyone I've ever wanted,
I see you smile, is it meant for me?

Because I see you,
Will you love me?
I see you smile, is it meant for me?
Do you have someone else?

Will you love me?
I love you,
Do you have someone else?
Don't hurt me.

I love you.
Your everything and everyone I've ever wanted,
Don't hurt me,
Can you see me?

Right before you disapear(I wrote this in Writers Workshop)

Right before you disappear... tell me if I'll see you again my dear.
You've wanted to leave of so long,
So i will try to play along,
A few tips you should know,
If you chose to be alone,
Are take chances,
Make mistakes,
Always have fun,
but remember, be safe,
And if love ever leaves you alone and cold,
remember me and this poem.

Just a little writing peice I wrote in August

All I want to do right now is free fall from a bridge and feel the crisp late summer air push against my body as i lunge forward. And to land in the coldest water ever felt, i want to feel the freezing droplets surrounding me to sting my skin and fill my body. And when i finally break the surface I hope to be facing the sun and feel the warmth reflect on my short, sweet life.