Live-Love-Write

In the student lounge at Dawn Mist High, the gorgeous Caramel Wilder was working on updating the school and her blog. She was stunning, and her skin tone was the reason for her name. She also possessed captivating tattoos on her body. She may've been sixteen, but since her parents operated a tattoo parlor, her father had given his permission as long as she didn't overdo it or request something inappropriate. Her mother had been less keen on the idea since their daughter wasn't an adult yet. However, it was her mother's job to assist in designing unique tattoos for everyone in the shop. So they'd reached a compromise of allowing three tattoos now where she could conceal them. Caramel brushed a strand of dark brown hair out of her face before employing Grammarly to spellcheck her blog. She'd finished updating the school blog and was now working on her own. She then heard a pretty voice say, “Hi, Caramel. Is this a bad time to join you?” Caramel looked up and saw her best friend

See, I never know if it's me you're talking to Or the girl in the downstairs room behind the hidden door Maybe both of us lipstick ladies need to hear the same message You keep tuning the radio to songs that might be hers or mine Nobody knows anyway, mine, hers, yours Now the strangers in the shadows giggle endlessly What made me want to turn to that station anyway Any day Why today You made me feel to turn it on Turn it on Listen that day Turn it away Nobody knows anyway, mine, hers, yours Now the pretty, staring strangers listen endlessly Bewildered our faces in the mirror try and keep us hanging on Words never spoken from quasi-lips on the driest desert mouths One-sided upturned gazes to the stars without a sound Alone with the quiet of my lipstick lady thoughts What made me want to see your insides chart Blinking heart Winking hurt You made me feel I was a blur Flirting with me or was it her I'm a blur Your turn to suffer Nobody knows anyway, mine, hers, yours Now

"Je suis l'amour" he somberly pontificated behind closed doors as her seemingly disinterested voice resonated through the high chambered metal columns holden to her microphone. Calmly, steadily, words proffered advice for those that listened, ears reeling and stunned, while tongues fashioned silence in the captivating sound of her steeled truth. Previously unknown, this soulful melody now ebbed and flowed with a lyrical fashion from behind a socially invisible face. "Gods fearing pretty, broken porcelain walls only cling together under powder-coated verbal exteriors to provide a temporary shelter when they feel threatened". He laughed. Finally. The house was brought down to its knees, and deafening quiet was only accompanied by tears of understanding and relief: someone had finally given a voice to reason, to rise, to overthrow and reset the unsustainable pattern of an otherwise untouchable time bomb set for an internally destructive demise. It then hit. Always excluded in

Being lock away has caused my spirit to decay it's rotting away I'm afraid. My muscles are no more lost on the record board too many years sitting bound to my fate unable to delay the blows they hurt I'm afraid. How long has it been time has no end the days go by like fire on a rainy night blurring together when did this begin will it have an end? If anyone out there hear my pleas and save me before there's nothing left of me people are coming are they here to hurt me help me I'm afraid. I feel strange what did they do there's darkness in my veins have they gone mad my mind is full of anger longing for revenge they'll meet their end. Oh nightmare my nightmare they have enhanced thee they're truly foolish indeed for you no loyalty bring and when we're free and strong indeed they'll know what it means to truly be wicked indeed so be afraid.

The fair wild forests; Cold hills by the ocean, Oft in white snow bemist— Nutmegger’s potion. Hidden below fog, Are streams softly flowing; Climbing above the fog, Are dark peaks all-knowing. Fall sheds fire upon— In lieu of sun’s arist— Twisting paths of silence, In fair wild forests.