"Write an articolo about your life, your thoughts, anything on your mind! Get it off te shoulders! Express anything"
I stared blankly at the paper. “What was I going to write?” My mind was blank. My stomach was in a tight knot. I held my fist tightly closed to my chest. I felt like crying. Those dark memories came back.
I raised my hand. She called on me. 'Miss Ivory! Yes!"
I hold back my tears but manage to mumble. All eyes were on my know. I shivered.
"Can te write about anything on your mind? And te won't tell anyone?"
She thought a little bit before answering with a smile. "Why, I don't see why not!" She giggled alttle.
I couldn't stand her. She was always laughing. Always kidding and joking. I can't even laugh anymore. o even smile. It's all fake. Just like her fake little face.
I decide to start with the title.
Name- Ivory Snow
Date- 11/4/2012
Age- 17
I don't know what it's like to smile. TRULY.
All I ever feel is pain. It comes and follows me. EVERYWHERE. There is no escaping. Like being trapped in an iron cage. Dark. Doomed. I am the REAL Ivory Snow. And here is my story.
I wasn't always an orphan. In fact i had a caring loving family. Treated me well, spoiled me with goodies. It was a dream life. Until one day. I was about 10. And my dad picked me up from school. It wasn't an ordinary day. Because he had it planned. He took me back home. Mother was at work so the house was silent. He said, "Why don't te hop in the shower, I'll get te a towel. Being a "Good Girl" I went, stripped in my bedroom and got in the shower. He didn't get a towel. He got his clothes off. He jumped in the shower, scaring me half to death. I tried to get away. He pulled me back into the torchere chamber of a shower. He was looking at me in a wierd way, staring as i tried to cover da looking away, but i didn't know what his filthy mind had coming. He got me in my mom's bed. he got on superiore, in alto of me. He raped me. And he did it più than once. He craved it. He made me. When i refused and tried to get away he would whip me, hit me. I have scars to prove it. He died. I killed him. Know i have to explain to anyone about the secret abortion. So here i am. At an orphanage, waiting for someone to say they'll Amore me. But that will never happen right? I mean who could Amore me.
I handed it in. And told her. "This is my true story" I walked out of the classroom. Looking at everone else. Tears filling my eyes. I ran. I haven't seen anyone that i knew since. After all I am the bad guy now.
I stared blankly at the paper. “What was I going to write?” My mind was blank. My stomach was in a tight knot. I held my fist tightly closed to my chest. I felt like crying. Those dark memories came back.
I raised my hand. She called on me. 'Miss Ivory! Yes!"
I hold back my tears but manage to mumble. All eyes were on my know. I shivered.
"Can te write about anything on your mind? And te won't tell anyone?"
She thought a little bit before answering with a smile. "Why, I don't see why not!" She giggled alttle.
I couldn't stand her. She was always laughing. Always kidding and joking. I can't even laugh anymore. o even smile. It's all fake. Just like her fake little face.
I decide to start with the title.
Name- Ivory Snow
Date- 11/4/2012
Age- 17
I don't know what it's like to smile. TRULY.
All I ever feel is pain. It comes and follows me. EVERYWHERE. There is no escaping. Like being trapped in an iron cage. Dark. Doomed. I am the REAL Ivory Snow. And here is my story.
I wasn't always an orphan. In fact i had a caring loving family. Treated me well, spoiled me with goodies. It was a dream life. Until one day. I was about 10. And my dad picked me up from school. It wasn't an ordinary day. Because he had it planned. He took me back home. Mother was at work so the house was silent. He said, "Why don't te hop in the shower, I'll get te a towel. Being a "Good Girl" I went, stripped in my bedroom and got in the shower. He didn't get a towel. He got his clothes off. He jumped in the shower, scaring me half to death. I tried to get away. He pulled me back into the torchere chamber of a shower. He was looking at me in a wierd way, staring as i tried to cover da looking away, but i didn't know what his filthy mind had coming. He got me in my mom's bed. he got on superiore, in alto of me. He raped me. And he did it più than once. He craved it. He made me. When i refused and tried to get away he would whip me, hit me. I have scars to prove it. He died. I killed him. Know i have to explain to anyone about the secret abortion. So here i am. At an orphanage, waiting for someone to say they'll Amore me. But that will never happen right? I mean who could Amore me.
I handed it in. And told her. "This is my true story" I walked out of the classroom. Looking at everone else. Tears filling my eyes. I ran. I haven't seen anyone that i knew since. After all I am the bad guy now.
Sometimes my cuore feels pain,
And I try to hide it away.
And sometimes my cuore is made of glass,
And with one touch you'll brake me into a million little pieces.
Sometimes my cuore is made of stone,
And it becomes untouchable and shows no emotions.
Sometimes my cuore is hot,
And the Amore for te becomes unbareitable.
Sometimes my cuore is cold,
It's cold because it's been broken to many times and is hurt.
My cuore can be,
In pain,
Made of Glass,
Made of Stone,
Hot and Cold.
But always know that I will Amore te forever....
My love..
Even if this is the last time I will see your face.
I Amore you.
So Amore me,
And hold me.
And rap me up
And breath me.
Because with out you,
i'm nothing....
So Amore me until te can't
Amore me to make me smile..
Just give me this one last wish.
Just me with all your heart
Amore me till my cuore stops.
Because I Amore you..
Fierce & Love
Mallory McDonald
And I try to hide it away.
And sometimes my cuore is made of glass,
And with one touch you'll brake me into a million little pieces.
Sometimes my cuore is made of stone,
And it becomes untouchable and shows no emotions.
Sometimes my cuore is hot,
And the Amore for te becomes unbareitable.
Sometimes my cuore is cold,
It's cold because it's been broken to many times and is hurt.
My cuore can be,
In pain,
Made of Glass,
Made of Stone,
Hot and Cold.
But always know that I will Amore te forever....
My love..
Even if this is the last time I will see your face.
I Amore you.
So Amore me,
And hold me.
And rap me up
And breath me.
Because with out you,
i'm nothing....
So Amore me until te can't
Amore me to make me smile..
Just give me this one last wish.
Just me with all your heart
Amore me till my cuore stops.
Because I Amore you..
Fierce & Love
Mallory McDonald
Mourning souls of the disappearing
Slowly thoughts fill my mind
As my end seems to be nearing
I knew this giorno would come someday
But why right here and now?
And leaving soon, to my dismay
As tears streak down my face
I finally whisper good-bye
As i feel like a rose, clocked in black lace
As I tried to cover my depression
In which I truly lacked
It's very hard to break
Something that has already been cracked
As if my sadness came alive
I still have più to dread
They always detto "Time will heal all wounds"
But what if I'm already dead
Slowly thoughts fill my mind
As my end seems to be nearing
I knew this giorno would come someday
But why right here and now?
And leaving soon, to my dismay
As tears streak down my face
I finally whisper good-bye
As i feel like a rose, clocked in black lace
As I tried to cover my depression
In which I truly lacked
It's very hard to break
Something that has already been cracked
As if my sadness came alive
I still have più to dread
They always detto "Time will heal all wounds"
But what if I'm already dead
Beautiful
Angle
Hurt
Pain
Love
Heartbroken
Shine
Peace
Harmony
Joy
Truth
Death
Silence
Hate
Gay
Care
Kind
Forget
Forgive
Amazing
Potential
Interests
Changing
Violent
Alone
Corruption
Crime
Disappointed
Rejected
Loveless
Feared
Hunted
Inspired
Twisted
Life
Memories
Jerk
Heartless
Hell
Heaven
Never
Leave
Hope
Abused
Cracked
Kiss
Tired
Fat
Harm
Scared
Fear
Murder
Killer
Tears
Blood
Scars
Nothing
Gone
Lost
Forever
Ended.
What do these words mean to you?
What do they make te fell?
Do te know pain?
Because I do.
And what gives te the right to say that te have when te haven't?
Because real pain is hard to get over?
If you'd felt pain you'd know how I fell...
Fierce & Love
Poem Girl
Angle
Hurt
Pain
Love
Heartbroken
Shine
Peace
Harmony
Joy
Truth
Death
Silence
Hate
Gay
Care
Kind
Forget
Forgive
Amazing
Potential
Interests
Changing
Violent
Alone
Corruption
Crime
Disappointed
Rejected
Loveless
Feared
Hunted
Inspired
Twisted
Life
Memories
Jerk
Heartless
Hell
Heaven
Never
Leave
Hope
Abused
Cracked
Kiss
Tired
Fat
Harm
Scared
Fear
Murder
Killer
Tears
Blood
Scars
Nothing
Gone
Lost
Forever
Ended.
What do these words mean to you?
What do they make te fell?
Do te know pain?
Because I do.
And what gives te the right to say that te have when te haven't?
Because real pain is hard to get over?
If you'd felt pain you'd know how I fell...
Fierce & Love
Poem Girl