June 2010
1 post
IMPORTANT NOTICE
ANYONE WHO HAS SUBMITED TO THE EMAIL ADDRESS THAT WAS GIVEN I APOLOGIZE I MESS UP THE ADDRESS. BECAUSE I’M STUPID OR SOMETHING. THEREFORE IF YOU COULD JUST RESEND YOUR WORK THAT WOULD BE COMPLETELY AWESOME THE EMAIL IN THE SIDE BAR IS NOW THE RIGHT ONE BUT TO REITERATE IT IS
writeorleftsubmit@yahoo.com
sorry i had to go all caps lock on you guys. it just needed some urgency.
March 2010
7 posts
6 tags
She is a musician. She is poor but still managing to smile. Her back is against the wall in more ways than one. But, for now, it is brick and grafetied down its side. She was never one for a life that wasn’t burdensome. Her taste in music is eclectic. She’ll play you any song you want to hear if you would only throw down a five. The guitar seems limp in her hands as she picks it up and...
I REQUIRE MORE SUBMITS
pleasseee?
remember. the email is:
writeorleftsubmit@yahoo.com
i accept everything.
xoxo lauren
7 tags
Flashback
I’m getting flashbacks.
A touch;
A linger;
A sensation.
It’s killing me
Because I’m not your only;
I’m a third.
And three is truly a crowd.
And I don’t know why it hurt so bad:
A few moments
In the darkness of a stage.
I’ll be living off of them for weeks.
It’s her.
You touch her the way you touch me.
SHe’s laying on your chest.
She...
9 tags
Stupid
Why does everybody take me as Stupid? And not just me everyone. Everyone thinks Everyone is Stupid. They think we’re too Stupid To understand what’s going on. They think that we don’t Catch on. That we can’t comprehend When we can and We do. They think we’re deaf too! Like we can’t hear outside this door. That we can’t hear Every Single Word They say. They think we’re blind. They think we can’t...
8 tags
What They Tried to Tell Me
He cares about me.
He really cares about me.
And everything that I have ever read or seen,
Tells me that I should care too,
Though I’m not sure I do.
I can tell he thinks I’m beautiful,
By the way he holds me,
And then picks me up.
By the way I catch his eye
When my hair and makeup and clothes are all
Just right.
It’s amazing to me that he thinks that.
He doesn’t see me as a piece of...
11 tags
The Homecoming
Once again Charlotte awoke in a cold sweat. Her bed sheets were tousled and entangled between her legs. Turning over, she looked towards a clock on her night stand. It read to her three o’clock in the morning. Why could she not get a single night’s rest. She couldn’t remember a night recently that she hadn’t been awoken. It wasn’t fair. Why couldn’t she just get some rest? Why wouldn’t these...
12 tags
Caffiene and Clearence Jeans
The Schaumberg Mall was not unlike any other mall in the United States. There were the usual creeps that just seemed to wander around without a point. There were the hypoactive shoppers who never seemed to cease power walking. You know, the ones who look as though they are in an obstacle course and not a mall. Then, of course, there were the teens that went around in little cliques, just like...