Entry 1
#1 of diary of an awkward youth dear diary, my name is quin mason, i'm a 12 years old aardwolf with a simple family, a modest home and only a couple friends. i'm writing here because i've decided to start keeping a record of my life.
New Hopes: Escape
The youth that she held against her front stirred in his fasteners made from their old bedding; that kept him against her breast and stomach....
A cedar wood box...
To cry or talk it's once polished face now gathers dust even it's silver strings begin to rust alone and forgotten it doth lay never again to see the light of day and the years pass and my bones creak i know i am growing ever more weak in my youth
Poison Mistletoe
Who knew these dead memories becomes zombies and devour my thoughts, taunts my quivering heart like a vampire, slowly draining my youth.
Windows to the Soul
They come to see the pain, that swallowed the joy of youth. they tell me what i know, but tactfully you see. around the bush they beat, to show what i already see.
Outcast
Ultimate price to be paid the guilt of his selfish actions will stay on with him forever for the girl he tortured until she could no longer pretend divine retribution for commiting a murder outcast they were one in the same world the youth
From the maze to now
If only the youths turned away from hades fanficion to learn about me...
Alone Among The Monsters
This poem's theme is likely easily relatable, but it stems from my youth. i'm a christian, but i do not go to church.
Entry 35
#35 of diary of an awkward youth dear diary, so, i know i haven't written in the past month and a lot of things have happened. i'm back home finally and strangely enough? that thing that they found turned out to be nothing.
For the Feast...
Some showing places one would assume they could have met there doom exaggerated, or truth, there amusing all the same giving moments to admire among the youthful bunch, looking with eyes hungry for such fame with the sweet smell of a buffet about
Deep-ending...
We lose ourselves, we find the purest of creation salute to the blind who need no meaning beyond a touch we find in simple freedoms, infinity, solace in what's left from so much delaying the playing to a future of forgetting such fun we let the youth
MY TRANSFORMERS 3 ULTIMATE EVIL EMERGES PART 1
Unfortunately, i was going to australia for world youth day and to see the pope. and so when i've got there, i went and continue where i left off at.