May 22


I'm writing this to rant about my frustrations.
So it's three weeks until the end of the semester, right?
Well, I have a 72 in history.
I, along with the majority of my history class, is missing three important assignments.
With our teacher being out, we mostly forgot that we had to turn them in.
She told us Monday that we had to turn them in, which is fine. 
But while she graded everyone else's, she has yet to grade mine.
And I turned them all in.
I'm not too happy about that. But I'm gonna fix it.
Not only that, I was on a school-issued computer in second period,
And when I plugged in my earbuds,
So I have to use my iPod for music.
We have a vocab test today in English, which I'm stressed about.
I'm having a bunch of other problems to top the rest of them.
I'm so stressed right now.
May 16
Emalie Rosamae's picture

Stand your Ground

    Stand Your Ground

Be the you-you always wanted to be, Call the shots and always be queen.
Always on top, never in between.
Keep your record clean.
Show them that you can be seen.

Appearances aren't who you are
Big styles, red car, chillin’ in a bar,
I don't play that role,
Go big or go home,
Hell nah, that ain't who we are.
Mistakes aren't what make you,
Who gives a ****why they hate you,
Call me a sinner,
But I don't think its right,
To put on this brave face
But drop it by night.

Ain’t nobody keepin’ me down, bring your ego I’ll drive it to the ground,
You ain't all that cool, just another pink bikini sittin’ by the pool,
All you guys with girls, too damn chicken to bring her home,
Talking with your sexy voice, Nah man don’t play dumb

Skippin’ stones across the river,
Drivin’ after dark,
Stayin late past curfew
May 12

Dear Asshole,

This isn't the first letter I've written to you. I've written to you in the dead of night, paragraphs upon paragraphs that you'd open in the morning. Guess who never got those cute messages, oh yeah, it was me. I had a beautiful picture be drawn to celebrate our first one month. Somehow you seemed to fuck up before you even saw it.  I have written note after note about how you hurt me, and you did it again, except this time I was finished. I don't long for your touch anymore because what once felt like fire, now feels like ice. Your words that once were music now sound like thunder, and you know I don't like storms. I'm a storm and maybe that's why I've learned to hate myself. When I told my mom what you did, she said she wasn't surprised. My family hated me as I made the mistakes again and again. I now see them as mistakes, not chances. Remember when I texted you, about that magician. It had made me think of you.
May 10


It's not easy being the only one in your friend group who seems to give a shit. being the only one who understands that life is more than right now. I am surrounded by people who choose to put them in shitty situations and then complain to me about those situations. It's also those people who tell me to do less, not to take that job. They are the people who tell me that I need to live right now rather than working for what I can have tomorrow. People who claim to have it figured out but still believe that two high school graduates can afford to rent an apartment together in Copenhagen. It's not easy being the only person who looks at the bigger picture, who sees the reality of shit.
May 01
Cyb3r's picture


Why do people think this series is for kids?! Murder, poison, forbidden love, grusome deaths, slitting throats, murder to cover up a secret, attempting to drown cats, wiping out entire clans, and don't forget about mass murder! 

Apr 26
lana.W's picture

Letters From a Junior in April

April 25, 2019

April 26, 2019
Dear Diary, Allow me to clarify from yesterday. Why, dear God, did you allow school to be this terrible?! With AP exams, SATs, chorus concerts, track meets, various club/society meetings, finals, science NECAPs, marching practice, mini school concerts, AND prom on everyone's mind, how can we be expect us to focus things like... friends. Or, healthy eating and sleeping. Or like grades. Wow, who'da thunk that even with our terrible class, we're all almost seniors. We need to step up our game, I'm the who do pretty much everything
April 27, 2019
Dear Diary,
Apr 20
vvalliere's picture

I hate

Have you ever walked down the halls and have everyone look at you even though they might not be looking at you have you ever felt like they were? Well, that’s how I feel….. I’m black…. and it's hard as shit to live in Vermont because Vermont, unfortunately, is a pretty freakin white state. People have these stereotypes for black girls that were easy to get with or some shit like that. It sucks when your the only black person in your friend group and people in your friend group are making racist jokes and instead of someone sticking up for you they just laugh, nobody in the friend group is going to know what you feel like when that happens not now not ever. Yes, they might say “Veronica I get what your saying, that's awful”, But really they're just trying to make themselves feel better…..
Apr 17
g_rob02's picture

White Walls

How long do I have?
How long before they take over?
How long before there is nothing left?
How long do I have?

White walls closing in again.
          I’m not Crazy.
          I’m not.
                                  Not yet at least...

These four walls get closer and closer with every breath I take.
          The white walls press against my skin and crumple my body into a ball
                          The white walls fill my body, weighing it down.
So heavy.
              So heavy
                            that I feel myself slowly sinking into the very ground of which I walk.
These white walls are both
                                           my home and my crypt,
                                           my passion and my apathy.
          I bleed these white walls,
                      I feel them flowing through my very being
Apr 15
g_rob02's picture

Wild. Crazy.

She was a wild one.
And that's why
I loved her.
           She’d confuse me.
                     She’d enlighten me.
She brought me some of my happiest days,
             Some of my saddest moments.
She was solace
She was chaos
                         She was wild.
And I dug my grave
                      trying to tame her.

I would never take back a single second
      spent with her.
I do not regret one moment
      within her hearts grasp
Some people fear the wild,
                 but I
                        embrace it.
                    For she was Wild.
             And I,

Apr 13

Sea of Stardust

There are myriad stories about the stars. Elaborate webs of shimmering lights with entire myths advocating them. Generations have input their opinions and theories on the history of space. But I like to think that each star has a million extraordinary stories.

    Three hundred billion stars in the Milky Way and with so many more galaxies beyond. More stars than anyone could possibly count. Ample opportunity for the people of Earth to tell their story, if we’re selfish enough to think we are the only ones.
Apr 08
Roses and Summer Dreams's picture

Oh, Spring!

April. It really is a beautiful month. Possibly my favorite. Today-75%! To think! April is also National Poetry Month. That could be another reason why I love it so much. No wonder. I suppose they chose that for a reason. Spring signifies new beginnings and most of all beauty. Poetry shares that with April. You could be someone else aside from your writing. I just can't get over spring! I love it so much! Right now I am reading Anne of Avonlea. I adore it. Anne is a beautiful writer and yet a beautiful character. Avonlea is a dream. Especially in spring. You might think it is not enjoyable-Brooklyn springs. But the thing is spring is beautiful anywhere.
Apr 06
Roses and Summer Dreams's picture

I Am Still Wonderful

They watch her from afar. They think she is carefree. And happy all the time. She laughs like nothing in life holds her down. Like she is a bird. But she hides her broken wing.

Her eyes always show her mood. Like a “naturally flavored dessert.” That’s what they think. (There is a tiny bit of added sugar) She has to pretend that she feels included. Or happy.

She knows that her family and friends love her. But that’s not it. She can’t love herself,her emotions or the twisted world she lives in. They don’t know.

But they might know that this is not her all the time. Not the depressed,insecure girl. That’s not all me. I am a writer, a friend and a girl with a broken wing who still will fly. Because I am loved and ready for anything that this throws at me.

Apr 06
PDXmarvel's picture


[unedited. also theres a cuss word yikes] 

I told myself I didn't have the right words for how I felt, and that I shouldn't try to quantify what I feel.
But the Feelings are pushing at my finger tips trying to escape, and the tears are at my eyes.

We were on my bed. dim lights on above. and I turned to her and 

She has this look on her face.

and I know she was tired.
and I know we haven't been together for long.
and I know she was a little under the weather.
and I know I shouldn't fall this easy.

But she was just. looking at me.
wide eyes.
pupils dialated.
mouth parted.

looking at me like.
like she loved me.

like I was beautiful with my tired eyes and messy hair.
like who I was, was more than enough for her.
like she was happy to be with me.
like there was no where else to be.
like there wasn't anything else on her mind.
Apr 01
thelightb49's picture

A letter to somebody I used to know

Mar 29

my thoughts

If you do read the second word
Mar 25

The Definition of Modern-Day Schooling

The Definition of Modern Day Schooling

Everyone is genius, but if you judge a fish on its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.’ — Albert Einstein

    It is 1905 in France and a psychologist named Alfred Binet is developing a test of intelligence. The French Ministry of Education is waiting for this evaluation to be completed, then handed out to students to determine which of them were slow learners.

The test was introduced as the ‘Binet-Simon scale’. This seemingly minor event would set off a butterfly effect that would flap its way right into a brewing storm. A century later, the youth are still feeling the wind from its wings.
Mar 23
Roses and Summer Dreams's picture

I am Your Friend

Someone to laugh and talk with.
I'm a wall, surrounding you from your inner horrors.
Mar 22
lilnoreault's picture

Friends and bad friends

A friend doesn’t treat you badly if they do that’s not a real friend. If someone makes you choose/says you can’t be friends with someone. That’s NOT a good friend a friend supports you in decisions in your life. I had friends like this and I got ride of them after weeks of them fighting and putting me in the middle of the fight. It was like there was something wrong with myself I felt awful I lost sleep, didn’t eat well, cried in my room cause it hurt. This isn’t a health relationship and should not happen. I even felt like it was my fault. I care about everyone around me and I would never wish this upon anyone.
Just be you! Don’t let anyone put  chains on your ankles so you can’t move on with your life. Make your life what it needs to be.
Mar 22
Elliott J.'s picture

Do Your Homework!

“Kevin, do your homework” Mom yells.

I swirled those foul tasting words in my mouth, they taste of rotten radishes and mustard.
Mar 21

No more apologies

Stop right there.

Don't even try.

I see that look in your eye. That look you have when I did you "wrong"

When I did what was good for me.

It won't work anymore. I'm my own me.

I'm not your toy. I'm not your servant or bodyguard.

I'm still putting myself back together from what you did.

Tricked me into thinking I needed you to be able to survive.

What a lie.

I'm going by. Not falling for you "secrets" or lies.

You never loved me, you just wanted someone to do your command.

I'm moving on. Not stayed one more time.

No more chances, no more apologies to accept.

No more apologies to give, not one more damn to you.

Nothing you say can change what you did to me. I cannot forgive you, I won't even try.

I can't let you drag me across the floor one more time, my bruises are healing and my wounds and mending.