grubbyboy

My name? My name is Malorie. My age? Seventeen. Why am I here? Hah, obvious reasons. It's not as bad as it would seem. Sure, the end sucks, but it always does. And being here, you're never alone. Which is both good and bad. Good 'cause you're never lost on your own, and bad 'cause you can't  be  alone. But, like I've already said, the end...it sucks. And it's weird too, don't forget outright weird. It's like you're invisible; a simple being that's neither here nor there. But that's probably obvious, I'm sure a bunch of people are already aware of that. But, there's shit out here you  aren't  aware of. And you won't be until i

I - I can't take it. I  need  to do this I  need  to release them They  - They're bouncing in my head Ripping and biting at the wires that are there If I don't do it, I'll go crazy I - I can't take it. Please, you need to understand All of this - all of it - can wait. Just - Just give me this pencil Hand me that paper And allow my ideas to flow Allow my mind to relax For the headache to slow Because I can't hold them in, when they're trying so hard to break through.

Shafts of yellow trail across the green blades of grass. I smile to my classmates as we pass each other, going in opposite directions. The weather's finally gotten warmer; after a long and cold winter, I'm glad to just be able to walk around campus. College. It was hard to believe I was already in college. High school was a battle, even if I can't remember most of it. But, God,  college!  I roll my eyes at the thought, shifting the weight of my bag on my shoulder. I've already been attending this school for a year, but I can't help but feel like it's my first day. There's always something new that I discover about the school, which makes me

The clock is ticking Tick, tick, tick Slow as ever I stare at it While I scribble down answers And attempt to write a poem Just because Spanish class bores me that much But it's last class Both for today And for the year But I just don't give a shit anymore I want it to be over I really fucking hate this class Shit, gotta turn the page Had to scramble but she didn't notice I've done so many doodles in this class all year, trying to keep myself awake I look at the clock again 23 minutes left God it's forever Death Block But at least it'll be over 18 minutes And I won't have to enter another Spanish class until college W

Another cr-cr-crumpled Piece of pa-p-p-per Lands in the bin-in-in I sl-am-am-am My han-an-ands down on the des-es-esk My mi-in-ind is not syn-ch-ched with my hand The idea is ar-oun-ound But it com-om-omes out Like an err-err-error I wa-a-ant this To be fi-i-ixed But each ti-i-ime Holds the sa-a-ame result Maybe af-aft-er This err-err-error I'll have some-om-thing Com-om-come ou-ou-out RIGHT!

Her soft lips parted Her eyes were lighting up with joy He returned the smile And chuckled lightly, the sound echoed in the night's still and lonely air He had come so far, led here by her helpful ways He owed her his life And she, her brightness For one night, when he was sad When he was alone and in the dark, She called to him Her light caught his eye and he followed it to the window He gazed up at her And she smiled down at him "Give me your hand, I will carry you through." And her pale, white hand Came down from the sky And he extended his own, dark-skinned hand For he knew her words rang true And he knew she woul

I stared up Down the tunnel of darkness My heart was racing My stomach was doing flip flops While I stared up ......Waiting...... BANG! The gun fired in an explosion My excitement grew as colors f       l       a       s       h       e       d across my face It hurt for a moment Until I wanted more BANG! Sparks of blue, white and red I laughed My friend nudged me in the side "Some of the best fireworks yet, huh?" I grinned and nodded Staring back up at the e       x       p       l       o       s       i       o       n of c     o           l                o                       r                    

We all know what it's like. To want something so badly, to get it, and then to have it taken away. That's how I'm feeling now. I wanted this so badly, I've been wanting it for a year and a half now, I signed up for it, it was within the reach of my fingertips, and guess what? That chance, that opportunity, is gone. I was foolish enough to think I go it, foolish to be so  happy  and excited for it. Foolish enough to now be faced with anger and a large sense of disappointment. Was it only me? Did someone else lose or did they win? It's like being told you graduated high school only to show up and never get your diploma. If that's not bad enou