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Death stares at the teen with the blade to his wrists. Death stares at the old couple sleeping in bed. Death stares at the new born baby crying in the mothers arms. Death stares at the man standing on the edge of the roof. Pain runs through one, Love through another. Joy overpowers the little one, The end for the big one. The teen cuts due to depression, The couple wakes up unaware. The baby falls asleep happy, And the man jumps, to be with his family. Death sheds a tear for the man, But doesn't think about the teen, Just another one gone, With more to come.

I wish to write a perfect poem. It must reflect my pains and emotions, but I can't find the words. Blood drips to the ground As I cry in my sorrows collapsing to the ground under the pressure and I can't find these fucking words to write a perfect poem. Glass smashes against the wall and litters the ground I pick up a piece and start slashing my wrists But I still can't find these damn words for my perfect poem. I drink and smoke to clear my head, I have 12 hours before I'm dead I must find these words and finish this perfect poem. I finally find the words I start to write but all I get is "I can't find the words" and th

Blood and sweat, drip onto the turf. constant yelling, constant fear- of a mistake. Fear of a complete pass or a missed tackle. State championship? 10 seconds left. I have to be perfect. MAN! MAN! CHECK CHECK! ZONE! The crowd erupts and time slows down. everything gets Quiet- it's just me and the ball. HIKE! I hear faintly and the ball is snapped. fuck gotta find the read! Pass- drop back, head on a swivel, looking for the pass. THERE! the ball launched from the quarterbacks hands down field. Time stops as I chase the ball and break up the pass. Only problem is- I caught it. Time speeds up like it's in fast

Chance of survival? little. Pain and darkness deep within fighting back constant tears. Friendships, coming and going. "forever family" always alone. Friend in asylum attempted suicide... again. Close friends, rarely talking. The feeling of disappointment and betrayal deep within. Your always fighting back tears but your chance of survival? Large.

                                    The Unknown                                         1 It was a cool fall Sunday in the year of 2013.  I, Max, was sitting at the dinner table working on my biology homework while my mom, Stacy, was in the kitchen cooking dinner.  My best friends, Ashley and Vanessa, were sitting across from me working on a history project.  My little brother, Kyle, was playing with his toys in the living room while watching Spongebob.  Everything was going perfect when all of a sudden the building across the street blew up.  Looking out the window I see ships firing bombs, blowing up buildings and cars.  More dropping w

Mr. Penguin Written By: William O'Flaherty Ideas By: William O'Flaherty and Josh Entingh Tom, an assassin disguised as an industrial worker, walks in his room to discover his wife dead on the floor. "What happened?" cried Tom in disbelief. "Turn around" says an unknown voice. Tom twirls around, gun drawn, to find the pet penguin, Mr. Penguin, standing there pointing a gun right back. "What did you do?!" screams Tom. "She just couldn't keep her mouth shut, she knew I was selling other assassins your jobs Tom.  She was going to tell you and I couldn't let that happen now could I?" "No!  You monster!" yelled Tom. "Bye Tom." said Mr.