Who says I CAN NOT be superwomen??

I can not take it anymore
The pressure I put on myself
I can’t be superwoman
Not even superwoman is superwoman
There is no fucking superwoman

I will die because of myself
The pressure I put on myself
I blame my father
He is not superman
Not even superman is superman
There is no fucking superman

I can not be two places at one time
No one can be at two places at one time
I can not be perfect
No one can be perfect
The pressure I put on myself
Will kill me

My First Kiss

Please walk me home
Its only two miles
In the opposite direction of your home
But be a gentleman

Is it okay that I hold your hand?
It is okay that you walk slower cause you have longer legs than me?
Can I borrow your jacket.. I’m cold
Please do not look at me like that

I hope you know I am not listening to you
I have to get ready
For my First Kiss
I am dreading it

You stopped walking
Is it time already?
Are you okay?
Will you forgive me?
Because I MISSED my target

Five fingers on a hand

High heels
Tight dress
Hair done
Make up on
Feeling nice

I will show you
I don't need you
I don't want you
Go masturbate to that idea

Soon

Every minute feels like HOURS
Every second feels like YEARS

Spring has arrived and vanished
Summer will appear and depart

I have written you letters.. Short letters
"How you been? Ive been good. I miss you."

At night the rain falls in the evening sky
and the rain emerges into tears on my cheek

You already know
I miss you
So come back
Soon
I'm waiting

DO IT!!!

“Pinch me,” he whispered across the two foot tall table in our kindergarten room filled with hopes and dreams, interrupting me with my drawing of my favorite things. “What?,” I responded. I despise him, with his dark brown hair covering his eyes unable to see his massive forehead, his crooked smile; missing two teeth which made him look evil, and his fancy clothes which I envy, since I had the hand me downs my cousins thought would be cute on me. He thinks he is better than me at everything. Everything was always a competition with him. Not to mention, I am five years old. Do I even know what the word competition means? Even if I look at a dictionary or my parents explained the definition to me, I wouldn’t have the slightest idea.
The other day, he thought it was funny to beat me at coloring. We made it a race to see who would color the same picture the fastest. I carefully colored the dress a bright red plum color and the sky a calming blue just like the ocean looks on a good day at the beach. But of course, he won. Which it isn’t fair because he colored the dress a black funeral color and the sky a green under the sea color and barely stayed inside the lines. Was it fair? I didn’t think so. All day he took pride in the fact that he won the race. This is why I have build a hatred for him.
“I said pinch me!,” practically screaming at me, “Even if you pinch me it wont hurt. I can pinch harder than you,” he added while anticipating the pinch, which I longed to do for so long.
“Alex, I don’t want to pinch you.” I wanted him to leave me alone today, I don’t want to be bothered today. I do not feel like feeling inferior to him again, for like the million time.
“Just do it,” he said.
“NO!!!!!!,” I yelled.
“DO IT!!!!! DO IT!!!!! DO IT!!!!,” shouting at me and attracting attention to the table next to us with the other children playing their candy land game so peacefully, and then I had the urge to pinch him and I did.
“See it didn’t hurt me. Your so weak Camille,” he said merrily, which made me wish I pinched him harder to prove I can make him cry.
“Oh yeah you think you can pinch harder? Well then pinch me.” I responded.
“Okay,” he said, while he pinched me.
It did not hurt one bit. It was even disappointing how much it did not hurt me, but I decided to cry anyways. I made sure the whole kindergarten room heard me cry, feel the pain they thought I had because of the weak pinch.
Mrs. Glen, our thin slender teacher, walked over to and came to my rescue. She asked me what was bothering me. I told her that Alex pinched me and it hurt me A LOT.
“Did you really pinch her Alex?,” there was seriousness in her tone of voice.
“Yes, Mrs. Glen, but she told me too,” scared because he knows she was not going to believe her.
“NO, I DID NOT!,” I said, still bawling over the pinch.
“Alex, you are going to have to spend the rest of the day in the naughty chair. We do not pinch other children in this classroom and I’m afraid I’m going to have to have a talk with your Father when he comes to pick you up,” she said disapprovingly. “You need to walk over there and have a moment to think about what you did to Camille, but first you need to apologize to her.”
“Sorry,” he said, barely even looking at me.
I did not respond. I only decided to stop crying.
Mrs. Glen walked over to him over to the naughty chair and came back to me, “Are you okay now Camille?”
“Yes, Mrs. Glen,” I said.
“Good, now go back to drawing and call me when you need me.” She then walked over to her chair, which she would remain for most of the day.
I looked over to Alex. Seeing his head down and his little figure sitting in the chair gave me joy I never thought a five year old like me would ever enjoy. I knew tomorrow he was going to try to get me into trouble, but it did not worry me for I was happy. I went back to drawing my favorite things with a smile on my face.

Hello

Goodbye Happiness
Goodbye
You just left me
I enjoyed your company
Try to come back soon


Hello heartbreak
Hello
Its so nice for you to come around
Again
I can rely on you
when I am down
Happiness was here but left
Now its just you and me
You and I
Your welcome to come to bed with me
You can keep me company for awhile

Six Sentence Story

Looking at herself in the mirror, she put on the off-white pearl necklace her grandmother gave to her on her wedding day around her frail neck, straightened her new black dress by pulling it down, ignorant to the fact that her hem is coming undone and reaching over to where her cell phone laid, on top of the bedside table. "Are we still meeting at our usual spot?", the husky male voice asked after two minutes of conversation, and she responded, "Yes, as we planned, but I have to be home before eight because you know he comes home by then." He told her that it was possible, but only if they left their house right away, so she agreed and told him she was leaving her home and ended the call. She grab her hand held purse, containing only her money and keys, that matched her dress; lifted her light jacket, that was not enough to keep her warm, walked over across the room and touched the breaking doorknob of the only door in the room that would make her a little bit closer to him. As her hand laid on the doorknob, she noticed the imprint of the only wedding ring she received and stood there for five more minutes, smiling at the lack of the ring on her finger. She opened the door and left the room.

This is your world
I know you have a little
more strength
I know you have a little
more pride
Keep Running..... faster faster faster
Stop
Give me your Hand
Not there yet

NOW TRY AGAIN

This is your world
I know you have a little
more life
I know you have a little
more hope
I stand
Waiting
Wishing
Almost
I give you my hand
You got it