Rickety roller coasters are perhaps best ridden in the pouring rain Considering the fact that if you die You won’t even have to get in line to ride again It’s like i always never say Life is best lived

Crisp leaves crumble, Shatter, Break, Never again to be renewed, For in this Frey, Plain white, And gray, All thoughts, All actions, Are kept at bay, Newly Born, Newly dead, For life is not welcome here,

Why do I spend so much time complaining I don't understand it all the words that leave my mouth they don't sound like something I would say and why must I try so hard to do nothing at hall I want to stop

Her heart was a stone and still it never sank beneath the waves she was drowning in She felt cold and alone And she couldn’t find her throne She smelled peppermint and tasted blood Still all she heard

Don't pester me with atrophy for I have lost the skill to care lost my heart lost my share driven mad by those I once called friends Forevermore trapped in and endless trance never to be free of these

I'm a pessimist There's no doubt about it I've seen too many things I've walked among the quiet gravestones And wondered what it means But a Buddhist is an optimist They see the good in all They can sit

What makes me happy is what I deny I sit I stare I want to die That’s why I cry That’s what keeps me up at night I blame it on my ADD And a loss of creativity But what I really want to do is write about

Love is a lazerquest. It is a bittersweet odyssey full of unknown evils and marvelous prizes. It's frustratingly beautiful, and debatably worth your time. Love makes you cry more than laugh, it makes you

I was asked about a week ago What i wanted to do I want to rewrite the rainbow And add a new shade of blue An indigo existence is no way to shine I want to rewrite the rainbow And rewind time To its start

Hi, my name is Jack Rhodehamel. I am 16 years old and an avid writer. I have been looking all over for a place to showcase my writing in order to see what I can do to improve. However, I came up empty