aleigha

Biography

I can't talk about the things I feel. I can't form the words, can't think of the correct terms. So I write. And I write about things that hurt, the things I feel. I express them through characters, through the chemical romance of two things. I can write better than I can speak. That's why I am here.

Samples

I stare at the empty jar before me It’s January 31st And there are thirty one pennies. I lean over the counter It’s February 28th I drop the fifty-ninth penny. I tilt the jar onto its side It’s March 31st There are 90 pennies now. Outside it’s raining It’s April 30th 102 pennies occupy the jar. Tulips are blooming It’s May 31st I slide the 151st penny in. Summer has started It’s June 30th There are 181 pennies now. I see a lot of red, white and blue It’s July 31st I’ve collected 212 pennies. These are the final days of summer It’s August 31st 243 pennies lay quietly. School has started again It’s September 30th It’s been 273 days. Halloween is around the corner It’s October 31st I drop the 204th penny into the jar. Turkey’s are dying It’s November 30th I counted 334 pennies. Santa is here It’s December 31st 365 pennies. Each penny was a day You didn’t tell me you loved me Three hundred and sixty-five days. a.w

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Blog entries by aleigha

Dear Him, (08/04/2018)

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