Short Story/Poetry Competition

Name: Ana
~Poem: Perfect for Me~

A recently orphaned girl cried,
With all her might
The news was bad,
For death had took her dad.

I walked up to her,
Offering my condolences,
she returned a sad smile,
And asked if advice was worth my while.

She told me how,
Her father dear,
Drunken now,
Had refused the rear.

A painful death,
One has to bear,
His name was Seth,
It was sadly fair.

He was not perfect,
Neither was I,
Nor did he know,
Albeit nigh.

I never told him,
The love I felt,
That went over the brim,
And would never grow grim.

Her words touched me,
So says that heart of mine,
Tell him you love him,
Lackadaisical attitude of mine.

So daddy I do address,
Puts on his oh so serious expression and faces west ,
For awhile there he frowns less,
Then pulls me and hugs me his very best.

My mind is at peace,
Calmed is my soul,
The beast in me,
No longer a whole.

I smile triumphant,
At my recent success,
My pride now an elephant,
It was never no not less。

Realization hit me,
Square in my face,
Perfect was he,
My daddy for me.

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This isn't my best.  its not so good either.

I'm planning to do another entry of a story!
 
Cold as ice
As soft as snow
A biting chill I know
Trembling with not but the cold
But the fear of death

As cold as ice
As soft as snow
My death I surely know
The white light I see
And know its coming for me

As cold as ice
As soft as snow
The light takes yet another
It will always be life's wonder
 
Short story/ excerpt
High school drama
Titled boy drama
Aurdriennea
WARNING MAY CONTAIN SLIGHT SEXUAL CONTENT IN A CLOSET.

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I finish the letter and sit back to read it:
Sarah, Miranda, Mike, Genevieve, Jack, Paige, and Nate (if you even care anymore),
I have to leave this place, it’s driving me insane. Being here that is. I can’t live with the stares and the arrogance of certain people. So I am going away for awhile. My Aunt Red has offered to let me use a cabin. It’s in Cooks Forest in the Pennsylvania mountains. That’s all I can tell you, if you come looking for me it will not end well. Especially if your name begins with an N.
Bye... for now or maybe forever,
Ariana
I choke up reading it, the letters blur together in my vision. I shuffle the papers, looking for the individual letter to Nate. The one I wrote my poem for. The bitter filled one, I want to read it one last time before I go to the dance where I have to face him one last time.
Love can be broken and hearts can be abused,
but even you cant say there’s nothing between me and you
Because violets are blue and roses are red
I’ll lay my head besides yours till the day I am found dead
Sticks and stones can break my bones
But words can also hurt me
I know I wear my scars with pride
But that doesn’t mean I don’t hurt inside
You say you’ll be there when I fall
Truth is, you’re not here at all
Some times the little things in life matter
More than the game itself
And when you read this poem
You won’t realize it’s about you
You can’t read between the lines
And figure out how I feel
So how’s it feel to wake up alone
Without me by your side?
I finally realized you played me like Charades,
Pretending to be my Mr. Right
Maybe I noticed late,
But as they say, late is better than never
For once I’m hating the player
Not the game
‘Cuz life’s not to blame
When the player is the one to hate
See what you have turned me into? This is why I’m leaving. You’re made me turn into a weirdo in some sort of messed up love soap opera. Which is something I’m not. Then you blow through me when I told you the truth with no bars.
It makes me think that you are something other than the boy who kissed me when I was upset. Or on the picnic.
I can’t write anymore,
Goodbye forever,
Ariana
I change into party clothes, a black tank top tucked into a high waisted plaid skirt. I pull on a pair of tall, black boots and braid back my hair. It’s getting long, almost to mid-back. And annoying, very annoying. Maybe I’ll hack it off when I get to the cabin.
I wipe my running eyeliner from underneath my eyes as I dart out the door and down the hall. I stick the letters on Sarah’s door, she’ll get them where they are going. I have to at least pretend I’m going to this party. I force myself to walk calmly down the staircase, one step at a time. I hear giggling in a closet, and hate boils up. I fling open the door, figuring it’s Nate and some girl.
And of course it’s not. Sarah looks up from the small object in her hand, smiling at Adam. I almost puke as he does something unmentionable with the object and her mouth. I slam the door, there is no way in hell I am going to the dance now. I sprint down to the pond to retrieve my bags and bus passes.
I pull out my phone and check my messages, two from my aunt and one from... does that say Nate?! I open his message first, ignoring the ones from my aunt.
Ik u r leaving today. I am coming to the lake to say goodbye. Plz, let me see you one last time. Ik I have been an asshole lately... just wait for me there... please.
I weigh my options, I can wait five minutes for him to show up or I can leave now. My curse of curiosity gives in and I sit on the lowest branch of a tree to wait. The branches still hold tight to a few last leaves, all brown in color. They don’t give me the cover I wish for.
I lean my forehead against the trunk. It’s so sturdy and cold, my eyes close. A crunching sound fills the air. The teddy bear has arrived.
“Boo,” Nate rumbles right below me, catching my off guard. I let go in surprise and fall back, hitting my head off a branch on the way down. At the last possible second, strong arms catch me. The air is knocked from my lungs by two forces. His arms crushing my back almost as hard as the ground would’ve and the intensity of his gaze.
“Thanks,” I mutter, still captured by his eyes. I’m gently placed on the ground and Nate lays next to me. I start to ask why he is here, but I am silenced by a kiss. I almost lean in a little. I almost wrap my arms around his neck. But I don’t, I pull away and punch him in the jaw. Pretty hard too, the pain from his jaw vibrates up my hand into my arm.
I look into his eyes, their shocked and hurt. I smile sadly, “Don’t play with my heart Boo. It’s not a toy.” I get up and grab my bags, looking at him over my shoulder.
 
Looking in the mirror i see,
I see her,
On the outside she looks at herself,
Long straight hair,
Olive colored eyes,
Light completion,
What do they see that you miss,
They say i'm pretty, beautiful, gorgeous, a dime even, but do they see me.
Do they see what i see?
They see my outer shell,
But my inside is broken and bruised.
And i sit here
 
Sexual Content  i voter for fox-person  (ps their not just any shuffling vids  its melbourne shuffle aka REAL SHUFFLE  that is all )
 
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