Six-Word+Memoirs

Thanks, but it wasn't my idea:
 * a [|discussion] on NPR's "Talk of the Nation"
 * the [|original] idea
 * the [|book.]



//Authors: except where noted, juniors and seniors in my 2007-2008 classes.//

I try hard. Family's hardly proud. United States Marine Corps. //THANKS DAD!// I want a ticket to anywhere. A big waste of my time. I blinked my eyes, everything changed.

Watching a reflection of broken tears. I have always wanted to unpack. Sometimes I'm embarrassed to be human. Move left, move right, do work. Every cup of coffee is bitter.

Observing darkness while living in light. Dad died. Mom did it alone. Whoops, wrong bathroom. I'm outta here. Always stallin', never fallin', keeps ballin'. Draw, paint, and now it's permanent.

Sixty a day, five a week. And some people will never learn. Abundant in happiness, sprinkled with sorrow. Music, always, is my life vest. Picking up the pieces, like always.

It's always raining in my heart. I told you bad things happen. I sing best in the shower. World of only normal people. . . boring. Laughed lots. Cried plenty. Over it.

Very difficult, but still a blessing. Tiny voice but a big heart. Born in paradise, live the HI-life. Pregnant at 17, mother for life! Wake up, school, go beach, work.

Beach. Eat. School. Cruise. Sleep. Repeat. Broken heart, put together by friends. Fifty dollars gas, sixty dollars lunch. I want what I want immediately. Mom's to dad's house, still adapting.

Michigan, Hawai'i, I'll never find home. Older, no wiser, still having fun. Go school, go home, go sleep.

A couple tattoos, a thousand bruises. (by Murdock)