Random Autobiography

I of womankind and of fourteen years, will now begin to set down as full and frank a portrayal as I am able to myself, Allison Grace Russo, for when the world contains not a parallel.

I have dived into the cool lakes of Skaneateles.

I grew up with Ring Around a Rosy.

I am called Apple.

I was in three lockdowns during a single week.

I have felt the tight hairs of a llama.

I watched while the harsh winds blew down a tree.

I have lost an old pocket watch; one that no longer ticked.

I have walked the streets of Rome.

I love to read.

I remember traveling through Italy with a friend.

I held packaged toast in Naples.

I have seen the rubble left behind in Pompeii.

I am creative.

I have seen the lengths of the Grand Canyon.

I used to carry around a small bear; but now it is long gone.

I let a boa constrictor wrap around me as I fed him a mouse.

I want to be an archaeologist and stand in all seven continents.

I have held black sand from the beaches of Iwo Jima during war.

I have pet a tarantula.

I am unique because I am the only me that will ever be.

-Apple

An Accident

You knew

But never said

You tried

But I never listened

I never listened

Never heard

The softness in your breath

As you told me you loved me

And I pushed you away

Without the knowledge

Without foreseeing the accident

The ACCIDENT

It wasn’t his fault

Nothing was ever his fault

And life should have let him have that
The driver:

Drunk
The bottles:

Empty
My head:

In the clouds

My head also:

Not looking

Not looking to see the speeding car which came from nowhere

And his hands come in contact with me

Any other moment

ANY OTHER MOMENT

Blood would have rushed to my cheeks

But not then

Never then

Never when the sound of broken was filling my ears

Broken glass

Broken bones

Broken body

My eyes fill with tears
And I could hardly see as he began to drift away
His body in my arms as I try to hold him

Hold him

And keep him

He…

He said he didn’t want to go

He wanted to stay

He likes it here

And I couldn’t stand to see him suffer
The light inside him fading a little more
With every passing moment
But I could see it in his eyes
It’s like he wants to give in
It CAN be fought
But you have to WANT to win

You have to

You HAVE to

Because you aren’t just playing a game where if you lose

You get back up and go again

NO

If you lose you LOSE

Your light will fade

And he will never know that we need him
Oh God can you hear me
I have never asked for anything

Never diamonds nor gold

Never faith nor happiness
So would it be so wrong for me to ask just this once
I’m not asking for money
Nor popularity or even love
I’m simply asking you to help him fight

Because as I laid there beside him
I don’t think he could feel me
My arms wrapped around his crumpled body
Fingers running through his crimson hair
Speaking of the good times

Like when we played cards and he let me win

He would never admit it

But I knew

I knew there was an ace in his hand when he had called jack

And every single day was like this

Perfection was seeing his face

And knowing that even though an only child

I had a brother

I had a friend

I had him

And to never see him again

Was to never feel love and comfort
It was to die
Watching his every breath
Praying that each would hurt less than the last

Praying that each one would not BE his last

Then there it was…
I held his beautiful face

And kissed his cheek
And prayed he’d breathe again
Because in my heart

I wouldn’t admit that it was the end

Until I heard the sirens
It was too late

To look around and see the cemeteries so lonely

The graves full of soundless bones

And empty corpses

With no one to remember them

No one to love them

But that’s why I was there

Setting red roses

Your favorites

Next to the stone

Your stone

He gives to His beloved, sleep

-Apple

Zach Sobiech KS95 Largest "Clouds" Choir

Clouds by Zach Sobiech

Staceyann Chin - "My First Period"

Rutgers University - "Rape Poem To End All Rape Poems"

Elliot Darrow - "God is Gay"

Thuli Zuma - "One"

Jesse Parent - "To the Boys Who May One Day Date My Daughter"

Sarah Kay - "If I should have a daughter"

Sarah Kay & Phil Kaye - "An Origin Story"

Neil Hilborn - "Liminality"

Dominique Christina & Denice Frohman - "No Child Left Behind"

Sierra DeMulder - "The Unrequited Love Poem"

Patrick Roche - "Siri: A Coping Mechanism"

Lumosity

I just want to say that I've been using this website for awhile and it is amazing. Neuroscience was used to create games off of the activities used to develop you mind. I now am able to use and understand my unique mind more than ever.

*Language Warning*

Dreams

Dreams by ccfirstchamp featuring green home decor

My Music

My Music by hiphopbunnyface on Polyvore

Vulnerable

Vulnerable by ccfirstchamp on Polyvore

DRAGONS

DRAGONS by ccfirstchamp featuring blooming plants

Inspiration

Inspiration by ccfirstchamp featuring flowers plants

Paradise

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Where Would You Go?

Where Would You Go? by hiphopbunnyface featuring a striped tank

Travel

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My Life

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I'll be...

I'll be... by ccfirstchamp featuring branch wall art

THIS HEAT

THIS HEAT by ccfirstchamp on Polyvore

Ebb and Flow of the Tide

by ccfirstchamp

Forgotten Face

by hiphopbunnyface

Swinging Over the Moon

by hiphopbunnyface

The Best Preacher Ever

The Fault In Our Stars | Ed Sheeran-All Of The Stars

Quiet Words for Little Things

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Time

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Synesthesia

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This is my kingdom

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Wild Thing

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Sea Goddess

I have followed this girl on Poyvore.com. If you are not aware of this website here is the link: 
Her account name is Dewgirl007 and she creates truly amazing creations.

Sea Goddess by dewgirl007

Five

This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals–sounds that say listen to this, it is important.

Geometry

It is

like a looming rock wall

that you have to climb

by the year's end.

But the wall is so steep,

and so tall,

you wish you'd chose an easier climb.

But now you're stuck here,

and you have to climb so fast

on a such a difficult wall.

And the teacher isn't really helping,

as she watches from above

as you struggle to reach for the next rock.

She tells you where to hold, 

how to climb, 

how to reach, 

how to pull yourself up.

But she goes so fast,

and you can't hear everything, 

and you struggle to learn

as you climb the wall.

And as she talks 

you feel so frustrated

and want her to explain more,

instead of having you learn 

from ways you don't even understand.

So now, you're tired.

And someone has already decided to stop,

and climb an easier wall

and you wish you could join him.

But you stay,

climbing this wall,

and you look up,

and see you're getting closer to the end,

but you're still so far away.

And you wish that

this wall would just be over,

and you could walk away,

only to have co climb another wall.

-Cleo 

Here's to All of You

here's to the girl

who didn't ask to lose her friends

and yet lost them anyways,

to events out of her control,

and she could only watch what happened

here's to the boy

who wishes that the past could be erased

and that he could feel better about himself

 who is afraid of getting hurt again

and has to hide that part within him

here's to the girl

who lived a lonely life

 until now never quite fit in,

and now life pulls apart what she had built

so carefully, bit by bit

here's to the girl

who was bullied all her life,

who knew only tears,

until she found a voice of her own

and a destiny for herself

here's to the girl 

who heard the quiet whispers of others

and suffered through them

alone, with no one there for her

to help her through her misery

here's to the boy

who brilliantly shone out to the world

until the day his stability fell,

who left in shame,

and was unable to return

here's to the girl,

who stuck out for her differences

and was relentlessly bullied

for who she was

and  where she had come from

here's to the people

who are all real

who braved their storms

and stuck it out through the end
despite everything against them

and here's to you, all of you

remember this:

whenever life gets hard

just keep on going

because i know things will be okay

 

-Cleo

Your Story

I am.

I am the hidden watcher of your tale. 

You do not know me. 

But I know you. 

I know your secrets,

I know your deepest fears, your highest hopes. 

I know the reasons behind you actions and your words. 

I do not spy on you, though. 

I don't try to know you, or try to learn your your deepest secrets. 

You tell them to me. 

Your actions, your thoughts, your words. 

They all tell me who you are. 

And I know who you are. 

For I hold your story in my hand. 

I leaf though the pages if your history,

Your present,

And your future. 

In a different world, 

I see everything through different eyes.

Through your eyes.

You experience it. 

And I see it. 

And when you cry,

I feel your pain. 

I cry for you. 

But you don't know that, do you?

You don't know I cry. 

You'll never know I cry.

You're just a character. 

You story has already been written,

Your date decided, 

Your whole existence merely a creation. 

But to me, you are real. 

You are real. 

And so is your pain. 

Your love. 

Everything. 

Everything about you is real. 

So real. 

Too real. 

But your story continues. 

And u want to know what it holds. 

Every new word read is a new discovery, 

A new view deeper into your story, 

A new twist in this book. 

This book where I am at utterly transfixed. 

Until, of course, it ends. 

All stories must end. 

Yours will end. 

My view into your world will vanish. 

And you swill only remain a memory. 

Just a memory. 

But one that will never be forgotten. 

And that is why, my friend, 

I want to open this book, this story of yours. 

I want to see where it takes you. 

And where you end up. 

I know you, dear friend. 

You don't know anything about me. 

But I know you. 

I feel for you. 

I cry for you. 

And I watch your journey continue, 

Through the pages of this book.

-Cleo

Where We Live

I am from Earth

The planet where there is neither Jew nor Greek

Who are not human

That was a long time ago

No I am from “Move to the back of the bus!”

from “We don’t serve your kind!”

“Your vote don’t count!”

and “Get off our streets!”

I am from an eye for an eye

that seems to never be what happens

I am the seventy seven cents to their dollar

If any one man is to think they can change this

they must gather together with more

For if they wish to live in peace

And equality

Then we must all stand up and speak to create a world where

We stand hand in hand with our neighbors and bosses

And live not with the dream

But with the reality

Is that where you live?

-Apple

Betrayal

How is that it is
Better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all
What if when they went out
They had their great bang
For it is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend
Like the ones
Who if they wanted to go home
They must betray
To be accepted
The must have lost one's trust
Had their back
Never telling them
That it was them
Who had the knife
The drop of your heart
And the trembling of your voice
As tears gather in your lashes
It takes so much time to build trust
On both sides
And find what works
So why
Why would they just throw that away
Don't they realize all of the pain
All of the misery you must now endure
A kind man fights with a sword
So why couldn't they just draw blood
Why couldn't they take a swing
Let your physical pain take it all in
What had you done to them
To make them lie
And cheat
But never even telling you themselves
You had to find out by another
They will
Never
Understand
What it feels like
When all you can do
Is cry
And pray to someone
Who isn't even listening

-Apple

Inspired by Sirius Black—
'Then you should have died! Died rather than betray your friends, as we would have done for you.'