Introductions, If You Please.

Tristan

Being alone has its advantages.

You can’t lose                      Someone

You care about.

 

No need to pray to God,

And ask Him to,                                          Please,

Help.

 

When you’re alone,

There’s no one to                                        Save

Before yourself.

 

I like being alone.

It’s just                                                                Me,

Completely content.

 

Lexi

Blog #38

Mom’s at it again. I can’t seem to catch a break. At least when dad was around, things weren’t so bad. Long sleeves hid the bruises. Knee-high socks did the trick. No one wondered. Or, at least, no one cared. I’m sure I’m not the only one with deep secrets that softly pulse under the radar. I don’t blame anyone. Except my mom, of course. She’s the monster. One you see in your dreams until you wake up and pray that it wasn’t real.

It’s real for me.

 

Roan

‘Just try it.’

 

Aren’t those the words every poor sucker hears before they do something stupid?

 

‘It’s not so bad.’

 

Right. I’m sure that it’s really not so bad. I’m certain you’re telling the truth.

 

‘It won’t hurt you.’

 

Not outwardly- not at first. And it’s true. It never does. Not at the beginning.

 

‘One time, just one.’

 

Trust me, that’s a lie. It hooks on to you like an eagle that ensnares a rabbit.

 

‘You can’t get addicted.’

 

What a bunch of crap. You can. You will. Stop while you’re ahead.

 

Elizabeth

Almost.

It’s been almost a year.

The last time seems so long ago.

 

It’s been such a long time.

Hard to believe it ever happened, really.

 

I’m rather proud of myself… of my strength.

Because the stretch of time is so long.

 

I haven’t felt the urge

For almost a year.

Almost.

 

Adam

People watching.

It’s only when you go

                              Out

Of your way that the really

Interesting freaks are seen.

 

During bio,

Right smack in early hours

                              Of

The morning, the best weirdoes

Trickle onto the streets of New York.

 

I sit at the window,

All the way at the back of

                              The

Bio room, and I

Lose myself in those nut-jobs.

 

All because I sit at the back by the

window, my desk tucked right beside the

                              Closet.

So no one notices me,

And I feel better about myself.

                              Or not.

Mellanie

Blonde.

That’s me.

 

Rich.

That’s me.

 

Popular.

That’s me.

 

Beautiful.

That’s me.

 

Happy.

Not so much.