Chemistry is a thiefMore than once it hastried to addle my brainNow it threatens my sightChemistry is a friendTrying to help in the warThe fight to regain my stepsNot sure for how long or how briefChemistry is a curseWill I recover and stillSee colors, hues, and lightFor now, I feel only griefChemistry to battle is my planA familiar fight butnow involving my sightTime the only measureChemistry I prayis my only course fora...
Sit back and swallow the pills. Breathe in. Breathe out. Close your eyes and relish the feeling as it transports you to another world. A world far away from here. A better world. A fantasy world. A new world. The rush begins, taking you up and up, taking you higher than you ever imagined. That rush is what it is all about. You crave a new rush each time, a rush better than the last. You sit back in bliss and let the rush...
Dear Diary. I hate it here in boring old Wisconsin. Nobody dresses with style and creativity. They all look exactly the same: jeans and hoodies, with long straight blonde hair. They all act obnoxious, and they're all into drugs. I hate it, hate it, hate it, and think I would not make it if it wasn't for Ed. At least with Ed, I have someone to talk to. Living with my parents is okay. They're alright; especially my mom. My...
“Not even Oxy-Boy can be near him!” and “He only likes the neighborhood eight!”. Iron Man always heard negative things being said about him. In his neighborhood -neighborhood eight- he was admired by the children and adults on every street. He never knew that one day he would be considered the neighborhood super hero! When a child is born in neighborhood 8, they are given a number. Iron Mans’ number was 26. As a young boy...
