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Tired Of You by August Nyghts - [157 words]
ThereÖ by August Nyghts - [46 words]
Somethings by August Nyghts - [76 words]
Racing by August Nyghts - [185 words]
In Soulitude by August Nyghts - [205 words]
In My Garden by August Nyghts - [183 words]
Random Acts by Peter Rivendell Written by writing lines at random and then organising them into a more "organic" kind of flow - an... [204 words]
Your Gonna Miss Me by Ralph R Martinez - [136 words]
Without Her Pretty Face by Ralph R Martinez - [93 words]
Who Is My Mom? by L A Winterburn A soppy poem I wrote for my mom on her birthday. [65 words]
White Washed Walls, A Collection
Whispers On The Wind by Judith Goff Something ghostly this way comes... [92 words]
Weep by Kendra Johnson A poem that personifys emotions. [115 words]
Unconciously Wanting by Alberto Pupo Wanting unconciously to reveal.. [108 words]
To My Muse by Alberto Pupo An ode to her. [118 words]
To Enlighten by Alberto Pupo A most noble quest to stroke the ego. [95 words]
Time For Goodnight by David W Ledger A poem I wrote as a lullabye for my children. [122 words]
This Man Of Mine by Judith Goff - [95 words]
The Two Evils by Stuart Eric Longridge There is something wrong with the law,criminals protecting criminals. [119 words]
The Flood by Stuart Eric Longridge A bit wet. [220 words]
Tardy by Flipanmc About being late in high school. Boy, can you tell I was a good student? Actually this is about my friend... [79 words]
Super Bowl High by Judith Goff I've been a Bucs fan from the first inauspicious fumbling in the dark to tonight's awesome Supe... [109 words]
Summer Squeeze by August Nyghts Title says it all. [90 words]
Suicide by M Q Walters Standing on the edge. [137 words]
Standing On The Edge Of Depression by R Bennett Okerstrom Self-worth, self-pity and self-confidence. [137 words]
Spoon by Tessa This poem is for Jonathan- as requested (demanded?! J/K). My promise has been kept. This came out of a co... [45 words]
Speaking Of Which by Alberto Pupo To speak. [96 words]
Sleep Wars by Flipanmc I am and always will be a night owl. This is about (not) getting up for school. I wrote it back in h... [92 words]
Slave by Rae You decide who/what it's about... [58 words]
Scarecrow by David B Doc Byron A poem about a scarecrow. What else can I say? [80 words]
Soon by L A Winterburn A love poem. [61 words]
Primal by Judith Goff - [26 words]
Opening Up by Peter Rivendell Am I no longer enjoying my job...? [198 words]
Mind Trap by Stuart Eric Longridge - [93 words]
Millineums Later by David B Doc Byron A scorned lover reflects on the past. [76 words]
Memories Of Her by Alberto Pupo Only a memory. [102 words]
Makes No Difference by Pearl S Not the Sum 41 song. [120 words]
Love Drug by Stuart Eric Longridge Transforming times. [115 words]
Jailed In Her Heart by Ralph R Martinez A poem about seeing a girl in a room. [81 words]
Iraq Attack Part 2 by Stuart Eric Longridge A better explanation of events. [346 words]
Imaginary Lover by Judith Goff - [74 words]
He Whispers by Tessa I couldn't get this Devil (a poet, no less!) out of my thoughts any other way but to write him out.... [87 words]
Games by Judith Goff - [103 words]
Frightbaby by David B Doc Byron A young ghoul's nursery rhyme. [94 words]
Emergence Of The Optimist by Alberto Pupo Emerging from the ashes of the Pessimist. [160 words]
Dreamscape: The Thirst by R Bennett Okerstrom It even happens in your dreams. [77 words]
Dream State by Stuart Eric Longridge Reflection. [258 words]
Detroit Begging by Tessa Ok - I was pretty annoyed this morning that I was asked for some change by this panhandler who ... [269 words]
Destiny Of Fools by Alberto Pupo Are we fools destined for something, or is destiny for fools. [90 words]
Deliberate Intentions In The 4th Dimension by Stuart Eric Longridge Create your own reality. [244 words]
Deathchant by David B Doc Byron A goodbye song for the dearly departed. [37 words]
Craving by Tessa I wrote this in about 5 minutes and it probably shows- but I was craving and had to write it out of my ... [34 words]
Cosmic Chemotheraphy by Stuart Eric Longridge A follow up to Astrogenetics. [159 words]
Cheer Up by Stuart Eric Longridge It's happening now. [345 words]
Caress by Rae Took excerpts from In Watermelon Sugar by Richard Brautigan and The Knife by Richard Selzer and made the... [76 words]
Best Friend by Peter Rivendell Sometimes you can`t even choose your friends. [62 words]
Astrogenetics by Stuart Eric Longridge Our star signs should really be taken from conception. I think. [50 words]
Ambiguous Art by Alberto Pupo Delve deeper to find meaning perhaps... [83 words]

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TITLE (EDIT)
White Washed Walls, A Collection
DESCRIPTION
Acollection of verse:

White Washed Walls: Something that came to me while I was sitting by my window... it was a bitter kind of day.

Empty Wind-blown Streets: Pieced together from different hospital stays. I hate hospital rooms. I guess that's not much of an explanation... you'll see, though.
[707 words]
AUTHOR
Pearl S
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I'm a teenager; I like to write, play music, and read old English manuscripts.
[November 2002]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (14)
Everything's Routine (Essays) The frightening realization that people live their entire lives like gerbils running in their wheels, and sometimes come away empty-handed. [662 words]
Makes No Difference (Poetry) Not the Sum 41 song. [120 words]
Not Who I'm Supposed To Be (Poetry) I said it was poetry but it isn't really. I don't know what to call it, but it's the feeling you get when everyone knows you should be more than you are and they're right. [373 words]
Nothing Much (Poetry) - [328 words]
Snowing In April (Songs) - [346 words]
Sounds Of Silence And What I Can't Say (Poetry) - [358 words]
Special (Short Stories) - [1,338 words]
The Cool Clique (Short Stories) I actually did some reasearch for this, interviewed a few older friends... they don't understand it anymore than I do. [837 words]
The Masochist Boy (Novels) A neglected teenager confronts his addiction and depression with the help of an insecure friend. [35,178 words] [Teenage]
The Waves (Songs) - [160 words]
Watch Out, Henry! There's A Hole In That There Bucket! (Short Stories) The English Essay I Had Way Too Much Fun Writing. [4,772 words] [Teenage]
We Are Connected By A Net Of Faith (Songs) I guess the title doesn't say much, but this is my feeling about the coming war with Iraq. [296 words]
Why I Got High, Ran Away, And Just Generally Screwed Myself Up (Poetry) A thought that popped into my head today. I think it might actually explain something. I don't know, I just want it to be out there. [34 words]
'ms. America' (Songs) If Ms. America was a typical American woman... [287 words]
White Washed Walls, A Collection
Pearl S

White Washed Walls

She sat up slowly in her bed
She wiped the tears out of her eyes
She sank back and began to cry
The light shone through her window
So bright she couldnít see it
She sank back and began to cry
The whitewashed walls, the cold tile floor
She hadnít walked since she was ten
The bright pale drapes, the shriveled
Plant in a jar that had died months and months ago.
It wasnít home.
The get-well cards by her bedside
Colored like rainbows.
The puffed balloons, the candy bears
Plushy like velvet
She sank back and began to cry.
Painted room
Thin blankets
It wasnít hers, not at all.
Painted room, a cold
Dead plant
Her world goes no further than this-
The world outside
Brilliant and bright
It isnít real, it isnít true to her.
The world outside
A distant place
It hides its face
She couldnít make it to the window if she tried.
And sheís tried.
Nurses
Bright smiley faces
Teddy bears and cards
Family comesÖ
And goes.
And goes.
And goes.
Doctors
Needles
Pricks and knives
Transplant
Fusion
All her lifeÖ
Again.
Again.
Again.
Theyíre talking
Big scale dollars
Scream and holler
H.M.O and crime white-collar-
No one cares.
No, no one cares.


A candy world

Reading partners on Thursday
They all volunteeredÖ
College credits, credits thatís all it is.
People come and talk to her and smile at her with big bright faces
Faces that in different places
Wouldnít have cared at all.
And newspaper reporters
Striding through the halls
Sympathy for them all those little children
In the rooms with white-washed walls
That smell like lemons from the
Cleaning lady who came by last week.
They say that sheís going to get better
Tell her that she will be better
She canít set both her feet on the floor.
They ooh and ah with wide eyes watching
Tell her theyíre proud sheís worth watching
She canít even walk anymore.
They sit they talk they chat awhile
They hold her hand and play awhile
And then disappear
Out into the big great world beyond the white washed walls itís all so
Fake itís all a dream
A dream that sheís been dreaming
And she hasnít walked since she was ten.
A candy world
White washed walls
Lemon spray
A teddy bear
A get well card
A blood trans-
Fusion needles sticks and stones
Wonít break my bones but
Needles break my heart
They break her heart and no one else even
Starts to notice her, sheís all alone
Itís her and the white washed walls.

She sat up slowly in her bed
She wiped the tears from her eyes
She pressed one hand to her head
She had a fever again
She looked all around her at the room
With white washed walls
And bleached white drapes
And cold tile floors
And lemon spray
Her eyes ran past the get well cards, the teddy-bears
That came from Mars and then she saw the TV screen
Elementary kids and teens
Playing jumprope in the street
Across the street
Jump to a beat
And if she tried
She knows she couldnít make it to window to look outside.
She sank back in the bed alone and cried.





Empty Wind-blown Streets
Sometimes, I stand here
Right here by the window.
I stand and I watch as the people go by.
I watch as they hurry, they rush, they fly
Blind mice all scurry scurry quick
Wrapped up in the next quick fix
The next non-solution to the question no one understands.
Sometimes, I stand here
Lean my hands on the window sill.
I stand and I watch the wind gust through the leaves.
Auburn and gold, scarlet and blue-
Brilliant but faded, as worn as theyíre new.
Now the streetís empty, black asphalt desert
Empty except for the gust of wind calling,
Calling,
Calling something never born.
The colors are faded
The people are blind
And I
I no longer care.

The streetís deserted. The people have gone. I am still here. I am the last witness. I am the last witness. Have I always been?
I have done other things between now and yesterday.
Iíve gone to work, Iíve gone to dinner, but I never really left and
Once gone
I donít think Iíve returned.
My body is abandoned as the asphalt street
My soul is as groundless as the calling of the wind
And the leaves that shift and blow in the breeze.
Iíve gone home, Iíve gone to work, Iíve gone to play
Iíve gone away
And gone I will stay
The vessel of clay
The empty street
Waiting for the color, waiting for the light
To the desolate moan of a wind
Calling,
Calling,
Without hope.

 

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STORYMANIA PUBLICATION DATE
January 2003
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