From the New Born Mania Collection
Written By Skylar Jinx
This is a 9/11 story. Although, it's really a teenagers story, a story mostly involving myself as well as teenagers so I suppose calling it a 9/ll story is widening it out some. Thats my entire point; this is a 9/11 due to the fact that its about teenagers. Its because as teenagers our alleged naïveté, internal conflicts and newfound knowledge provide a pivotal look at America before and after to the attacks upon it.
I think the words I find most people associate with adolescence mean about the same thing. Conflict and rebellion as well
Cannonballs
From Herculean Hearbeats
Written By Skylar Jinx
Im sorry Im lost. Forty years of personal service has made me drift and now I, like you have gone numb. Its an awful fate, to wake up in the morning with your arms empty but your body full. Days turn to months, months into years and eventually you find a way to occupy yourself. Memories are all that remain, time is obsolete. Grandfather traveled to the bordellos of Spain, youve heard the winds lullaby in the Western Front, Ive walked through sweat and blood in the land of sand. You never remember date you first slept in hole on Norway but when the win
Dont hold yourself that way
It could hurt your pride
Dont build your walls so high
The floods always sink you down
Harold, Even though she left before
Dont damn her; it was her fate to choose
So take care of those she left
Its alright to be forced to be late
Harold, How many times have you felt that youre fading
As many moments as theyve been calling to you
Stronger than trees are the mountains
But theyre weathered and alone
Anger set in stone
Harold, you prayed for her strength
God put you to the test
And broke your heart to show you
Hell only take the best
He is a mystery,
Never a whispered mystery, rather a mystery sung by the roaring chorus of choirs
Bellowed by the rampant tempest and illuminated by the bonfires of love, loss, and passion
He is a painting
Never composed of ideas, rather light and shadow, silence and noise
Celestial faces and coarse hands
He is a well
A vast cauldron where hope and fear, dedication and impulse are burned together
He is a pier
Forever dark, sensual, and profoundly moving
The origin where man and nature, man and God, and man and man collide
He is a torrent
Destined to surge away
Before the world pollutes its feral perfection
I 10: Abstinence vs. Sex Ed by PlaygroundSkiddles, literature
Literature
I 10: Abstinence vs. Sex Ed
Abstinence v. Sex Education, Why not both?
Wrap it before you tap it or wed em before you spread em? Come on, its almost Spring Break so you knew this was coming sooner or later. As we approach the season thats come to embody every cliché from flowers, warmth and sunshine, and hot pants with Gucci glasses lets recall one fundamental association: The birds and the bees.
Ive had what could be called the dubious honor of participating in both sex education and abstinence only programs since I came to high school. Besides the obvious awkwardness of learning southern human anatomy and condom application I found