When I was a kid, in the evening, my parents would always pause at the door on their way down the hall to wish me a good night. It was always after they'd turned off the lights, so I could only see their dark outlines. It was a comforting sight as I fell asleep. It is less so now, considering they've been dead for fifteen years and I've moved three times.
You can try and tell me that "Oh you're only 14, you don't know what you're saying." on political things, but the truth is I'm probably more educated than lots of 20 years olds on wordly situations. I'm not trying to sound c.ocky, but seriously, just because I'm 14 doesn't mean I'm not well rounded nor have my own opnion.
I can't search poetry and get poetry it doesn't work if I search poetry, poet, poem, poems all I get are quotes about " I'm a poet “ and " omg poetry is my life" ...... then shut up and post some this is shít
My eyes shot open and took a few moments to adjust to the bright light they met shining down at them. Where am I? Nothing was familiar. I wasn't here a moment ago when I fell asleep... now everything is so strange. I try to move my arms, my legs, my head... nothing. "Sometimes their eyes pop open like that. Don't let it frighten you," a voice came. But who said that? I don't see anyone. "Understood. Proceeding," came another voice. I felt something cold on my stomach, followed by an intense pain. And another. And another. Now I remember remember where I am. I made to react, to scream, but my body wasn't obeying. I felt something warm dig itself inside of my stomach, the pain hopefully bringing me to tears. Anything to show the doctors that the anesthesiologist got my dose wrong.