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Bubbles are dangerous- now, let me explain. Not the nostalgic solution, Innocence and iridescence Cherished in childhood Loved by young and old alike.   No- these bubbles divide Leaving behind
Glad It’s Over.   Because it was closer than the celebrities for me. He died. Then he died. Then he died. And it all piled up.  
Perspectives Horizons Opprotunities And a future All expanded, all brighter
Twenty sixteen Why’d you have to be so mean? All you seemed to bring was bad I never felt so sad I wanted you to treat me good Instead I was like a car hood Protecting everything inside  
2016 changed me. I felt afraid, Angry, Sad, Frustrated, Hopeless. I saw acts of terror, Hate, War, Fear. I wished for strength, Peace, Love, Acceptance.
You ever watch Donnie Darko? That scene about the spectrum: Between two bounds, the heart goes— The emotings of fear and love.   I felt so sure about it before; That love existed, and surely it does.
Jumping into the year with exectations so high Played football but got out because my school work was too severe  Tried out for the basketball team didn't make it 
Day one. The Year is born, boom! Fireworks gleam above shaded cities today. Years back, fifteen, to be exact. Beat. Mother's love? Pah! 2016 sends her away. Feel unhindered. Free, they say.
Throughout the years I have faced many challenges Filled with longsuffering and hardships No hope for the future at all Yet, each and every single one I have overcome   My eyes had been opened
of all the sauces the one that's the best that's head over heels and tops all the rest with a helping of spice and a helping of zest is siracha sauce. you can put it on pizza you can eat it with lime
What is a year? What can it befall? Does it bring happiness or fear? Does it bring anything at all?  
I turned seventeen (i could take myself to an r rated movie, if i so pleased)
In light of events, I'd just like to say how lucky we are to be here today.   
It took 12 months, just 12 months for my life to completely change I thought "forever" would last a lifetime, but sometimes God will block out certian people so you can fall into a better path in life.
Did I really change? Did I change for the past year in 2016? Was I ready for 2017? Am I ready for my Graduation?   In 2016, I saw some things new,
2016: The Year Fear Took Over   You Think it will be the best year You Think you will grow You Think you will change
2016 was 366 days of dreaming, of learning, of reflecting, of growing myself into the person I long to be.   2016 was 366 days of laughter, of ideas,
changes friendships grow like dandelions through weed killer belonging a feeling never experienced before, now as normal as the sky is blue black skies late nights, struggling to pass the test pain
I’m worn and withered from being this bird. Of fire and ash, ash and fire. Over and over, morning-born, evening ebbing. Waking up weary in the fluttering, frail flakes burned paper, song, and skin.
I picked up a pen again I placed it to paper And it’s kept me sane Relatively The past year poked a hole In my boat
wrestling with an impression of myself,confidence scant and creativity diluted,I found solace in the arms of a soldier who decidedmy dreams encompassed all the world-just not the war he was fighting. 
My year My year? A roller coaster taking a nose dive off a pier.   I've lost some, Far and near. Some close and dear. But I persevere   I ask myself, why am I here?
  S  t  a  r  r  y     E  y  e  d    Starry Eyed was what I was, when I began the year,
They say that up to half of college students go in not knowing what to do struggling, drowning in money while they try to choose. Pick one
In 2016 A cloud of depression hovered over me I felt hopeless And angry and empty Why couldn't I just be happy? I have a great life And a loving family Caring friends and many talents
The Paradox That Was 2016 Your 2016.  My 2016. The year of attacksThe year of deathThe year of Trump.
2016 was such a difficult yearI started with ache.My relationship wasn't doing well,And there was too much distanceSo we decided to break.
Built up hatred Oozes out of the pores of the misinformed. Can't seem to escape it. Can't seem to rise above it. How can I become an example When I feel like a sample Of America's weakest?
Finally we’ve reached twenty seventeen, And it’s time to reflect on last year’s scene. Once upon a time there was a broke girl Who decided she should give a job a whirl. She applied and interviewed high and low,
This year,  love has so many more meanings than the last. Love takes up more of the space in which emptiness lived until now. This year, love can be definable, or not.
2016 wasn't a rollercoaster, or a carousel, or a blind leap off of a cliff like they everyone says. This year was an ocean. The year I was born, we started the drive.
 As the year began, I switched from the food industry to cleaning house I also became pregnant and got married to a wonderful spouse I have seen uncovered food blasted all over in the microwave
2016 - The year my hopes and dreams Were supposed to come true. Somehow blue As a blue bird I flew Up and away from high school
Winter. January 30th, 2016 I officially start my 19th year. I am strong and I am proud.   Spring. March 2016 I begin my journey into sisterhood.
I am hiding under a window curtain, watching the 5 roll towards ocean beach and pretending that I am not a person and that my friends are friends without knowing me.    Remember:  Doctor’s appointment on Thursday. 
This past year has had its share of drama Not to mention emotional trauma But the one thing I’ll remember At the end of December Was the love we received from our mama   At times things seemed so bleak
"An epiphany!An epiphany!" they cried.
I’m seventeen years old. The real world is coming at me fast, Not quite yet at terminal velocity, But I’ll be getting close. I have a new hand to hold,
I started the year as any other  I never thought I could learn so much Or grow so much The year was like an unpaved road  But it sure was a trip It started out with Insecurities
One year passed, and the world could have used more of me, but I forgot to listen To listen to the billions of other lives What about their stories?
I think I slept through the first half of this year – I can barely remember the way my hands fiddled waiting for college acceptances. At my senior prom, I slow-danced with my crush. He told me he was joining the army
I think I slept through the first half of this year – I can barely remember the way my hands fiddled waiting for college acceptances. At my senior prom, I slow-danced with my crush. He told me he was joining the army
The spectrum between bad and good is grand and intricate. From radical hatred and anger to complete love and mercy, the space between is massive and most commonly occupied.
This year I was filled with fearFor the future of our countryFor all the people who go hungryFor those who feel unloved Or ever feel that they aren't enough.This year I learned to guard my tongueI felt so naive and so young.This year it seemedMany
  Life has been busy I got accepted into university Got rejected from my dream college Went to many family members’ graduations
It would be outrageous for me to say anything has shaped me this year more intensely Than my own grand failures caused by my need for outside approval.   A year ago, I wouldn’t have been willing to admit that.
2016 came around Basketball dominated my mind. It gave me joy I had found It was my last season I was sad for it to end, and for a good reason It was my passion, it gave me life
The world anticipates the new year to forget what has gone past but in 2016 we had many firsts and certainly many lasts   Now we came into the year expecting a fresh start
Last year was a train wreck of emotions I found myself adopting unhealthy habits Staying up late, not working out, cutting people off I needed space to explore myself
The numbers 2016 will forever be engraved into my mind, Not because of me being confined, But in truth, I became defined, By all of this year’s problems combined.   2016, it started simply divine,
"Knock knock." "Who's there?" "2016." "2016 who?"
The flower that blooms in adversity, 
A flower made of fire Was consumed by fear And went up in smoke.   "Kick down the walls, Open the window, Let the light shine in. Embrace the way your soul repeats, 'You are unique.'"
How strange it is When a bright soul goes dark A fire put out by the hose of insecurity and depression Facing this world While feeling alone But is there beauty in the struggle?
These last few days have been beautifully uneventful My GPA is climbing steadily No one’s nappy headed son tried to play me And the freshman 15 is coming in nicely
Few things shape a persons psyche  In a year like a lover  and the first to entice thee   Sixteen shaped me through a love I lost At the time keeping up no matter the cost The birth of my brother 
As the years go by, I wonder, if each resolution I make is truly a promise that there will be a resolution.   As the years go by, I wonder if there will be a promise, for less misery, 
twenty sixteen and moved out at seventeen seventeen and get my own rent paid seventeen and grew my eyebrows out and slayed seventeen and moved to another state seventeen and two jobs, full plate
5…4…3…2…1…The ball is down2015 is in the rearview mirrorWelcome 2016“New Year, New Me”The meaningless phraseThis time is differentThis time, it will be a new Me
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock, The days they pass The months, they fly And suddenly the year is over. Memories flit, like light lightning bugs, past your eyes Glossy stares, vague smiles
My art’s wack, but no discrimination; Destroy the use of alliteration- I’d take the use of rhythm & rhyme over drawing and shading anytime;
Girl, Let me tell you what happened in my year, not every detail just this story I'm telling you now, right here.  So I was walking, right? Lookin' at the sky and all its possibilities. 
Starting from January:   I led I learned how to be a leader and how not to be   I spent another Valentine’s day alone….
It all started with a blur Who am I and what do I want? Nothing makes sense, that’s for sure
2016A strange year indeedI've grown closer into an adultfrom a small child in need And sure I've changed a lotbut how much can really be new?could I be a whole new personcould that really be true?
Do something. Don't just sit there. Twelve months have flown fast. Another year in the past. You complain. This year sucked. Did you do something? Or were you just an observer in your own story?
Seventeen in sixteen, I touch the tip of childhood letting the memories flow through and the future to stand still as I wait, puzzled at the crossroads of life.   Seventeen in sixteen.
January of 2016? It is a time for reinvention - my pal You must diferentiate yourself from the last. Self discovery is key; how do I know? Someone told me so   also  
America, we are under attackas guns burst in our classroomsthe federal government signs the Patriot Actbecause we are wil
Act I. The curtain opens on an empty stage Naked, suggestively waiting for come what May. Actors slowly file in bare of the costumes I had
Echoes bouncing off the walls from your tongueWhispers dance across your teeth, you are youngThe muscles flex in your face, next to your lips, a smileA feeling grows deep within me, my heart beats wild
Snowflakes spinning 'round as I reflect upon my year New adventures from going far, And losing those whom I hold dear Pain blooms forward But that is not the only coloring of the rose
What have I done in twenty sixteen? I had the uneventful birthday of nineteen. I didn’t believe what the upperclassmen were trying to sell
January rings in 2016 and all that it will bring. In February, I celebrated 17 years on the 16th at 8:15. March is just a blur to me, but in April, we lost Prince.
2016 was supposed to be the dream Turned out to just be a meme
2016 began with new hope, 2015 felt like a tightrope. One needs to learn to let go of hate, For it is not innate. Agape love learned from the cross,
I'm a girl who loves boys, tall,dark and intelligently handsome.But my heart isn't a toy, I'll beat your face in and then some.I'm single, young and secretly waiting for cupid.But come in with that BS, I'm gonna slay you 'cause, I'm.not.STUPID.I d
Always,Always,Always,AlwaysAlwaysAlways...THE.SAME.DAMN.THING.Maybe I'm the hamster in the wheel,the weed regrowing in the bushes.That cat glaring at the parking lot,that soup can with the same 2 for 1 deal.Same shit every damn day.Wake upContempl
All were hunched in fear as we looked and saw Our eyes glued to the pixels counting down The end. My father’s face began to sink,
Use to feel like I was on top of the world But due to foolishness and absurdity from the company There I was looking for my next opportunity One phone call in May saved my year, giving me the best news I can hear
Twenty Sixteen sucked. I complain with my friends "wow this year sucks" Because it's the year I realized we're all small and so out of luck   Deaths and chaos
Over time, I've seen hate I've seen resentment and anger If I were asked if I could relate,
I remember at the start Everybody prayed Twenty sixteen please be better They said and said and said  I remember at the start
2016 started off great Plenty of money and plenty of cash If only I could see my future And how it would not last Falling for someone I thought was genuine Learning his tricks and then going back to him
Knives thrust deep within the backs of others; Smiles that keep igorant minds at bay; Words that break barriers and bones alike; Deception and destruction and acts of strife.   In a world so empty of hope.
Tonight was never meant to end in a murderous fiasco of hate and pain.  I crouch by the bathroom sink in order to preserve what was left of my dignity and desperation. With each shriek of the gun I crouch lower, lower, lower until my tummy reaches
The racing of our imaginations --you argue, perhaps, that is our incentive?Lives without incentives are insane,and insanity with incentive is life.And how can we know what is beyond our mountains,
She had a smile that would brighten your day. Not just one of those smiles that some old guy would say “nice smile sweetcheeks” Her smile made your soul bleed and the blood would
"This Just In,   The issues of society have made different varieties Of opinions, thoughts, and actions Causing riots in the factions And laws to be completely changed,  
 I'm shedding tears for all the people we've lost just this year. From senseless violence to overgrown conspiracies, can't you see the enemy? They hide in plain sight so no can ever see.
Amongst a crowd of people, I am always the one furthest from reaching the sky. In other words, I am short. Petite. Vertically challenged. Believe me,
You don't want to vote. It's corrupt. It's useless. It's a pain. It's a bore. It's too hard.   Tell that to women who were told they were too emotional to make decisions.
Questions of adequacy flood my mind. Always thirsting and never full, Like the moon to the waves - so close, yet so far. The clock strikes twelve and the rain begins to pound -
it burns with promises of salvation or damnation which one is it! will it be sweet as honey, and bountiful like grass? Or might it be like a blade emotionless, ready to pierce you which one!
Every four years,  We see something so rough that it brings some to tears. It's not a disaster; People come together to pick our political master. First there was twenty, now there are two.
To observe everything and everyone Is nothing more than leisurely fun. I keep to myself and say not one thing. This is why I write: for the joy that it brings.   It is amazing how the mind works.
I could live without a phone. I don’t need an Instagram, I don’t rely on siri. I could live without electricity. The sun and moon shall light my way,
The desolation of one's existence is a challenge Thoughts are rampant with no expression On this facade of emptiness lives love one so powerful, one so nurturing. When there is nothing we must overcome to build something to live off of. She will b
I had a Kids Bop 5 blasting in my own CD player Watching crayons melt into the black leather of mama's Infiniti And Orange Crush from 7/11 was about the only reason I would put my shoes back on.
The sea runs through my veins And stars have landed in my eyes I wish to travel the stars To see them in their natural glory
How do we know? Do we truly need something?             Or simply want it?   I want to stay close to my family             But I could live on without them
  The red wings flew Carrying the words of the people They went far as the wind blew. And it caused a ripple.  
I raise my voice for the one I miss who left me oh so long ago I know you will return to me soon my friend
Lately I ve been distracted Writer's block so powerful Hands crippled aching with regret Turning to my temptations My soul, my creativity dies a little each time But now Im bac..I hope
If I could choose one singular thing To draw back the loneliness, boredom, and pain Of living away from all I know On a deserted island so far from home,  
I can no longer see color: Once vibrant, cerulean blues dwindled away   Into dreary grey-ish hues, Dancing, smiling dandelion yellows dulled out
Every day, Ever since I was young, I hoped   I hoped to play with my friends afterschool, I hoped to eat ice cream for every meal, I hoped to get that toy I saw at the store   Even today,
I am a Egyptian queen 
My room, A cage for those who runaway A mirror for those who seek it anyway   My room, Cold feet stand where no one stood before
I will remember 2015 as the yearI was obsessed with Starbucks and sadness.When the coffee stains mixedwith tear stains on my notebooks.  
I could not live without it It is the banana to my banana split Why, you may ask Well, let me unmask  
I could not live without it It is the banana to my banana split Why, you may ask Well, let me unmask  
I could not live without it It is the banana to my banana split Why, you may ask Well, let me unmask  
Today is officially the start of the new yearIt is January first and the cold weather is hereThe Christmas decorations are all put away Safe and sound until next year, even dear Santa's slay
I know I am. Being all someone needs snd more is not likely to happen in 2016. I don't see nothing wrong with staying single, but ask yourself who wants to be?
I put the tape  in the VCR last night, watched years flash by in reverse,  watched it all come undone then I flicked out the tape  looked at the black box of memories  and stories 
  She needs a person. She needs a person to tell her deepest secrets to, the ones from the heart.
Life, right? Everyone always says to embrace it, to live it and to love it, that we will never be as young as we are in this moment, to live with no regrets, that life is so precious.
You sit there and pick at other people's flaws But yet you dare to self-reflect Not know how you effect other people's confidence You show people how to hate themselves But not how to love them
 Walking thruogh these streets,dirty sneakers matching concrete with so many words to speak on this world, its a brand new
Suffling through the crunch of leaves
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