Alec-and-Soldren

A new semester, a journey to start In a land far far from home Excited to see the world and learn Can’t help but feel alone Learning of countries Many unknown Still standing today Forgotten long ago Reading old folklore Celts connect far away From a time of oppression To what Welsh means today Or walking a palace Hearing tales of its kings The pride of the Prussians The joy a fallen wall brings An adventure in Czech An ancestry not known How they spent their day A sense of belonging on my own The ruins of Greece Renewed love of gods A history so ancient Yet here against odds In Scotland with family A fresh take on a tale Pride giv

Her porcelain skin is cracking Left tattered on the ground Love steps on the pieces and bring her further down. His porcelain skin is cracking With every thundering clap If one would listen to to his cries His skin would paint a map. But "she was asking for it." "Girls can't beat up boys." We'll send them back into their hell To be their demon's toys Their porcelain skin has shattered As their saviors turn their back And when they take fate in their hands We'll wonder why they cracked.                                                             -SA

He understood why nobody wanted him. His grandmother had taught him that. He was a bastard child, born in a haze of drugs under the pretense of money and not love. He was born into a destructive world and carried that destruction where ever he went. He would be placed in homes that were like the one he was born into. They would burn out as all home like that did and he would soon be placed in another. Every once and a while he would be placed in a kind safe home, but destruction can not live in safety, and he was the product of destruction. He would try to change and mold himself into something cleaner, better, but it could never last, and so

Throw your sticks and stones And break my bones But do not utter a single word For the tears will rush And the soul can be crushed Without a friend in the world And if it just words Loser, Freak, Nerd Then maybe we could take a stand But how far can we reach When the ones who teach Give our villains a helping hand For they pretend to be blind Not a bully to find When they are good with a ball Then put on an act Keep a school club intact And think that they’ve fooled us all And they may hit a bump A parent, a grump Who comes in to rave and rant Then a slap on the wrist Lecture that threaten this And freedom for bullies they grant

Once Upon a time there was a young woman who wanted to start a school, but not just any school, a school for magically gifted children. She found set of hill, nestled on the edge of a great forest. She fell in love with place, and started building the school. What she didn't know was that the forest by her school was created by a man who lived in them. He was gifted like her, and was curious when she arrived for he had met few people, since he had retreated to his great forest He would watch her as she worked, from the edge of his forest, always remembering to lurk in the shadows, so as not to be seen. However, one day he strayed a little to

Love has never been an easy thing But one day you came and changed everything. I lock my heart and guard the key But you stole my key, my heart, and me. At first I admit that it was great When you called to me when it was so late. Feeling that energy when my lips met yours You made that heart you stole soar. But then came the day you said we were threw You shattered my heart, you didn't just break it in to. And you stepped on the pieces as you walked away You left me shattered; crying and dying that day. I thought that love was the greatest thing, But one day you left and changed everything. Now I've locked my heart, but I thre

England woke up to the sound of thunder and a soft knock on the door. He sighed as he sat up and called for the person at the other end to come in expecting it to be Canada. He was surprised when little America's head popped into the room. "Alfred come into the room properly," England said and America obeyed, "Now what did you want?" "Um…" America said quietly. England could tell that he was on the verge of tears, "I- I was wonder-" Another clap of thunder shook the windows and America tensed in fear and England could here the little colony's soft crying.  England got out of bed and went to scoop America up in his arms. "It's okay Alf

I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house That don't bother me. I can a few tears every now and than and just let em out I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while Darren sat on the couch as the rain pounded on the roof. He had the T.V. on and blaring trying to put sound into the empty house. He could have handle the quiet if it wasn't a reminder of what he had lost; what he had let go. He could feel tears coming to his eyes again but he didn't care anymore. He was use to the tears. They would sneak up on him from time to time and force their way out. Even though going on with you gone still upsets me There are days every now

Why did you leave? When you promised you would stay. Why did you break that promise? Why did you run away? I knew you two were fighting About money Jake and me But I thought you would make up I never thought you'd leave. When you ran you took half of us You took yourself and my brother. And when you left you killed her Did you know you destroyed my mother? She would go to work and sign the checks That's all I could get her to do. I shouldn't have had to take care of the rest I'm only nine she's thirty-two. You know the family picture The one that's on the mantle It's one of many I had to hide Their sight is something mom c