Johnson County Library will close at 5 pm on Wednesday, Nov. 25 and will be closed on Thursday Nov. 26 and Friday, Nov 27.
My mother mourns leaving her own country so deeply it runs through her veins into mine. Bangladesh is what she knows and what she loves. She spends her time showing me her culture: spinning through dances, running through poetry, and wading through history.
But you need it, you said. I thought you wanted to be beautiful. I slammed my hands on the wheel of your Land Rover and pulled over to the side of the road near the big houses with green lawns and trampolines, Norfolk Way.
who cares about that umbilical cord when it doesn’t stop you from hurting me you say I’m part of you but I feel you don’t love every part of me let’s go through my childhood book of memories earliest one my neck falling backwards self-esteem being not lifted high enough after once curls popped ou
I am from hard worn leather beneath my feet. Watching my second home from my favorite place, 4 feet above the ground. From sounds of gymnastics filling my ears to a layer of chalk and sweat that coats everything from my legs to the inside of my throat It chokes me and tastes thick, and starchy wi
Look into my face and my eyes will More than that I’ll make you I’ll slash and I’ll and cut another hole in your mask. And go around and make you scream. Then I’ll make you jump. And then you’ll trip over a bump. Then you’ll turn around. pull off my mask. But it's stuck. I guess it's real, Big d
She uncovers her eyes She’s dying inside. She’s starving from anticipation. So much food wasted. She paces the floor and drinks another glass of water. She’s hardcore. Her skin is tight. She’s starting to show, Sides of herself we’ve never seen before. She falls to the ground and no one hears a s
What happens when you’re at a stand still in life? high school seemed to go by fast – and now you’re left with memories. Whether you were the individualist, the beautiful person, the jock, the punk rocker, or the nerd, in the end you’re not concerned with what the next person said or heard. You’r
I wish I were not so perfect! I am so perfect; when the wind is blowing 100 miles an hour, not one hair raises. My clothes do not have one wrinkle throughout the day. (my clothes are as smooth as silk) I have never spilled anything on me in my entire life, and have always used a knife and fork. I
Hearing the phantom calls of the organ, And the soft murmur of the church choir, Awakened from sleep with a feeling she couldn’t describe, She got out of bed and followed it outside. A careful mist lay over her small town, a light shield of protection. On the rusted train tracks she walked, Each
I’m torn between two worlds One where I’m accepted from what I’ve become And another where I’m hated for who I’ve been. Each day I walk the line between the worlds Trying to keep each other apart But I know one day I will fail And the two worlds will collide.
All the things inside of me, swimming in my soul, Show on the outside, like a see through glass bowl, My clothes are colorful with a comfy fit, Showing my humor, style, and wit, My athleticism is shown also by my clothes, Basketball shorts and all, But the most important trait of me, Shown
Sometimes things are not the way they seem Say an M&M for instance, its candy coated on the outside But chocolate in the inside. Some say they are lonely in the inside But so busy out there. Some look in the mirror and see a whole new person Some try to hide their true identity as if some aut