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ID Stttaaarrrss by ~Rorrimami
I'm moving and...I don't know what to sayI'm moving and... by ~Rorrimami
I could lie and say I'm scared
or sad
but
no
If I go back
all the way
all the way
when I rode my bike barefoot up and down the cul-de-sac
when I trimmed the lawn with scissors
was a fearless pirate
sailing across the kitchen tile
a cunning spy just saving
the universe from my next door neighbor (read: aliens) once again
when the bottom of my feet
where stained purple
sitting beneath the mulberry tree
when I was 6
what would I have thought of moving back then?
just another adventure
why should I be anything but happy
2 days2 days by ~Rorrimami
2 days before I leave
winter blankets the chaos
and peace floats down on
soft snowflakes hazes
the winter air surges through
the dead trees
with their bony fingers
reacing for something higher
the what-ifs have gone on their black-feather wings
and storm clouds roll in
wrapping us in gray
2 days before I leave
is the wrong time to fall in love with this town
but I do
I do
again
so I pick up each puzzle piece and take it with me
everything I can't stuff into a suitcase
the blue mountains with snowy white swirls
painted on the gray sky
the train tracks stretched across the rushing water
with the ghost of a train and it's lonely wail at night
the daisies that sprout in the middle of my lawn
and the pink-cheeked roses that bloom in September
all the things I am leaving behind
and I wonder
what will I find
933 miles away
and I wonder
and wait for 2 days
My Fictional Autobiography 2 (edited)The Girl Who Dreamed (dreamed too much)My Fictional Autobiography 2 (edited) by ~Rorrimami
Winter never comes anymore. My grey and brown town is withering under a spring sun, defenseless. The dead grass coughs and sputters with dry lungs, yellow and brown, crackling, rustling. I think it's never coming back, because we are beyond hope. Because we're ugly. We're not like the stars on TV, screwed up in scripted and well rehearsed ways, no. Our mistakes wait and wait until we think it's safe to strike. They're like ghosts, tapping their icy fingers against our windows, whispering in little screams 'I'm still here, I'm still here.' Winter looks at our town and sees thick blood and too many emotions and doesn't want to get stained. Winter sees a dying town with too much to say and nothing to believe in. Stores blast Christmas music and put up big yellow signs that yell 'SALE!' with big happy smiles, yellow cardboard and blue marker teeth. And suddenly, the world is too small, the world is too cramped, the world is filled with
) 
Sta.sh
yea everything is weird here too Where r u getting ur job at? dang dual enrollment where do u plan to go? WHATEVER U DO DON'T GET WINDOWS 8 BRO
