Her silenced poem of her life

Silence builds an awful wreckage of a girl
It feeds on loneliness and creates a void
Gray shadows haunt and torment and torture
A teenager is stricken and destroyed

There is no sound of laughter or happiness here
The little one has thrown in the towel today
Somber, melancholy moods decay the soul
It is futile to hope and dream and pray

Emptiness builds a home in this girl
In this girl, this child where hollows have bred
A deepening sea of nowhereness consumes
And eats away at every connecting thread

Confusion feeds like a savage inside her,
Leaving nothing considered worthy remains
Destined to walk through life less ordinary
Alone, exiled, different and disdained.

new discovery of messed up words

Aoccdrnig to rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be at the rghit pclae. The rset can be a toatl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Tihs is so cool, isn't it. I maen we can sltil raed tihs entrie smrumey woithut mesnisg up the wrods on how tehy splet it. Riednag tihs could be fun if tehy pbliushed a book with wirntig like this. It is so aowmse!!

Today was the day

Today was my special day,
Today was the day for me too say 'yay',
Today was the day I turned 13,
Today was the day I got the news shouldn't have been,
Today was the day she went
Today was the day that i had a special event
Today was the day she died at 109
Today was the day I cried with tears that made me blind
Today was the day I made a wish
Today was the day I added it to the list
Today was the day I wished to live as long
Today was the day I will stay strong
Today is the day I would never forget
Today was the day I might regret
Because today was the day i turned 13
And Today was the day my great grandma died
of a long and healthy life of 109
This was and will be a never forgotten true story in my family

-In dedication to my last great-grandmother who live a long and wonderful life, may she rest in peace and may she grant us the same passage of a long life. You will be dearly missed, especially by me since you died on my birthday.

Passages from the City of Glass

Darkness flooded in from the edges of Jace's vision, like dye spilling onto a photograph, blotting out the image. Suddenly there was no pain at all. He felt nothing, not even Sebastian's weight on him, as if he were floating. Sebastian's face drifyed over him, white against the darkness, the dagger raised in his hand. Something bright gold glittered at Sebastian's wrist, as if he were wearing a bracelet. But it wasn't a bracelet, because it was moving. Sebastian looked toward his hand, surprised, as the dagger fell from his loosened grasp and struck the mud with an audible soud.
Then the hand itself, seperated from his wrist, thumped to the ground beside it.Jace stared wonderingly as sebastian's severed hand bounced and came to rest agianst a pair of high black boots.