OffhandFallacy

Harlequin girls and superficial boys flood the halls. The smell of their egos is ghastly, You can almost feel the air coming out of their heads. The princeple greets you. Good morning. You came to the wrong place for honesty, But don't worry. This is the right place for short shorts and caked on make-up. Drama will be your curricular, Fighting will become your club. Stress coping is your homework. You will be replaced, But that's only if you let the other guy beat you. Don't worry, wounds heal. Before you walk out the doors, Just remember, Your reputation is ruined. Have a nice day.

The sadistic whispers of harlot stars draw you to harlequin ways and charlatan dreams. Scantily clad choruses and devilish smirks are within temptation's reach. The moon's sensuous scandals allure bedroom eyes and racing hearts. Vivacious heat and lustfull passion make the night's steamy vital signs restlessly stimulated. The air beckons you with the anxious want of hazy but glorious whimpers. You subconsciously surrender to thee ceaseless yearning, losing yourself completely to the blazing night.

I am from a dangerous premature birth, a forever unknown twin. I am from Lea Ann, a mother that can see right through my brave face and Jerry Don, a father that almost missed my birth because of wheel-chair races. I am from prankster brothers and trying to do every stunt they pulled on a bigger and better scale. I am from laughing at pain and cringing at blood. I am from writing poems, reading books and singing made up songs. I am from finding silly words like Kerfuffle and Kenspeckle. I am from blisters given by Band-Aids, a burning face received from make-up and even more gifts from ridiculous allergies. I am from living on The Road

8:15, I trip. Not because of a rock or a slightly more elevated floor, no, I just tripped. I play it off cool, doing a model pose. I then go on with my day. 8:29, passing period started. I cruise through Main Street. A friend catches my eye, I smile and walk over to say hi, I trip again. I almost ram into my friend and yet, still I go un-noticed. "Well, I see how it is." I mumble to myself as I hurry off to Geometry. 9:22, I dance my way to 2nd period. "Nothing in this class is exciting, even the teacher is boring." This, of course, is the exact opposite if what I thought. Talk of dinosaurs and random meowing make the period fly by. 10

As Oli headed down to the infirmary with Professor Xavier, they heard crashing noises. Elaine had woken up from her deep sleep. She saw all of the medical tools and machinery the Beast had assembled just in case he needed to operate (which of course, he didn't) Elaine was a bit foggy at first, but when she realized the medical tools were there, she panicked. She never did like hospitals. Elaine yanked the I.V. from her arm and started knocking over trays. She didn't even notice Beast until he started trying to talk her out of the panicked state she was in. She yelled at him with a voice that had anger and a tint of fear. "What am I doing he

The dreamers can be broken, Our lives can crumble. Our glass hearts can shatter, And tears may fall. Some of us can fake a smile or two, Others will break down. Spiraling into darkness that may never crack and reveal the light, Forever holding suicide as an option.