goodbye

"I've been spending way too much time checking my tongue in the mirror"
I am listening to the radio...online. For some reason obnoxiously cheesy radio announcers don't bother me nearly as much in english as they do in french. Might have something to do with me being practically incapable to understand them. It's funny, I've always thought I'd be a good radio talk show host, not because I make good conversation, but because I have always like the way my voice sounds. I think though probably being one of the read-a-loud book people would be a better job for me. I'd get to read books, and I love doing voices. I can't read much here.
"tonight will be the night I will fall for you, over again"
I used to read Harry Potter and other books out loud to my little brother and sister in the car because I could always read in the car, and they loved my voices.

Once You Left Us

Those who have lost,
Shall not mourn,
But instead remember the pleasant past,
It’s hard,
I realize that now,
Which is why I’m ashamed,
We don’t realize how much life is worth,
Until it’s too late,
And we’ve lost something,
Not just something,
But someone,
It’s hard to think it’s real,
It’s just and ordinary day,
But it’s not,
Things will never be the same,
And the worst,
We can’t go back and change it,
Prevent it from ever happening,
But we shall lay them at rest,
Wishing them peace among the worlds,
Whether it be ours,
Or the dead’s,
We pray for those who have lost,
And for the lost one’s.
May we all find peace happiness.

-lissa<#3

Bloodstain

By Katy Rutkowski
Mount Mansfield Union High School, Grade 10

She sits alone on the hillside, next to the tree, watching the people go by. She can hear the clanking of the bus garage, the rustle of the wind in the dying blossoms above her. One hand tucks an errant strand of her long blonde-brown hair behind her ear, exposing two flashing earrings matched to her brown tank top. Her blue eyes wander aimlessly until they stop. A sad glaze forms over her face, the petty indifference rushes in to disguise the unwanted emotion. He leans against the flag pole looking the other way, even though he knows she is there. His water blue eyes are hard as stone and the sun’s light trapped in his blond hair reminds her of a halo. She never could decide if he looked more like a fallen angel or a Greek god.

John,