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Ice under my feet My reality escape Finally flying
Sleepy FaceAnd that's when I realized it was you. I couldn't help but stare at the sleeping face that was lying across my chest, picturing the deep chocolate brown eyes that twinkled when he grinned. I smiled just thinking about it.
A kid who just wants to be heard Someone who wants success Others look at him and say oh my he's blessed They don't know the pain, the problems Of always wanting to be the best His parents are proud of him
The man behind the photo is unknown his true nature are within the pixles of a picture his facial expression like the cover of a book
Who am I? I am  Chris Reyna What are you? I am a Senior
Who is at faultFor the statisticThat states that every two minutes(That’s one hundred and twenty seconds)
I look int
All I do is run! But why do I run? Is it because it is fun Or because I travel a path traveled by none? Pondering the questions of my life and wondering why.   Running gives me an escape
I remember the first day of schoolHow I clung to my dad’s armNot caring whether I looked like a foolCause I thought, as long as my dad stood by my sideI would be safe
Skin is not transparent at all Emotions blocked by thick broad walls One’s inner self cannot be freed As fake psyche pervades indeed   A curtain may seem like the same
Spiritually blessed, This wandering soul triumphs; Prevaricating
They don't really know who I am, They only see what I choose to show them, You guys don't know I'm secretly a fem, I do the dirty for that green, But men are just so mean, I am now a lesbian.
You know that girl who's always smiling and laughing, That girl who isn't popular, but everyone likes her, That girl who can cheer anyone up within seconds, That girl who loves and cares for everyone?
You know that girl who's always smiling and laughing, That girl who isn't popular, but everyone likes her, That girl who can cheer anyone up within seconds, That girl who loves and cares for everyone?
The knowledge and the aspirations we all seek
There is no other name in which I know. There is no foe, Who can stop my success. When I am down jesus uplifts my soul, When I am lost through him I am found. He brings light to my shadows and tears,
I'm
I'm the one no one noticesThe girl with books as friends.A shadow whose bodyHolds the scars hiddenBy her vacant smile
I am not too funny Not delightfully clever I am not beautiful, Being that my face does not inspire poems or ballads My tall lanky frame is not the object of envy When I walk into a room no one stops and stares
Words words, oh what’s the use of words? Write them like this, spell it like that, use them like this, say it like that. A word is a word with a meaning that’s unique,
There is a beast inside gnawing its way out from within the flesh of a confined soul
Leaves are a-flying Like surfs in the air. Bright colors are shining, Unique everywhere.   My dogs jump and tumble And pant with delight; They twist, turn, and stumble,
Poem   The vast, vast field A brush of air Wind that pinches my hair back A micro whisper that is the sound of wind against a window The screeching void in my ears as I dare to stare
When I get home from school, I'm met by familiar friends; Miss Lizzy, Lucy, and Lady Madonna,
Staring into the swirling blue sunlight dancing on the ripples, then disappearing into the depths, already beginning to choke and gasp on my own breath. I shall not go in.  
To be able to surrender- despair, desperation, and desolation tearing- at me from within   Yet, I keep going for there are things worth living for.
In the silence of the black night My eyes follow the black ink On crisp white sheets And I see a world of possibilities Imaginary and alive.   Yesterday I was a Celtic warrior
Her smile was all I wanted to see; Now I know what some people might think: “Oh, you loved her, right?” But that’s not the point; Point is, my memories are a dime a dozen,
By Matthew J.
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                       Right              to  Left   or   Left              to                        Right.  
Searching eyes look to scold Withheld breath ready to shriek Fall I do, then hell breaks loose Stumble just once, and all grace is lost   Back once more, on my feet Ready to try, yet again
I hear a knock- Subtle at first, then louder. A soft whispering: "Come see the world!"   Should I open the door Or hide in the dark? My fate lies open Like a country road.  
I love the way it wakes me. It helps me rise up and start my day. The way it refreshes my mind helps keep me open-minded. It is my first love.
I'm not really that ordinary, I'd like to think extraordinary, but that might be going just a bit too far. No matter what I say, though, I know the way I want to go,
1.   If by being more concise, you could shorten your life,
Mom.  The one I laugh at all of the time just because you’re you. Dad The man I act a lot alike.
On hellish plains and lost winding lanes, these are the things that keep me sane.   Imperfect hearts. Lopsided smilies. Just like life, chaotic similes. Clouds that hide behind clouds.
I jumped in a pile of leaves
These are some of the things I miss, Stuff I took for granted; like a good night kiss.   Or last May I wish you were here to see me play!
LOL
  Tinkling bell like,
I have found that I would
I found the half of the moon behind a street lamp in Wisconsin In the midst of an old industrial town And  I couldn’t help but ask How? How’d you get here...? You of Brooklyn’s trenches
Have you ever worked hard just to come up short? And society's judgement makes you want to abort Your plans, your dreams for what can be done? My muse, my inspiration is to run. To run is to be free,
Today I wake up study, socialize, breath wash, rinse, and repeat
When I wak
I love the way he sashays through the sifter I love the way his shell cracks against the edge of the bowl I love the way his paddle moves through the batter I love the way he absorbs the heat
What keeps me going? It's the little things in life.  For one to be able to comprehend happiness, one must experience some kind of saddness.  I've experienced sadness. Now? I love the little beauties in life.
From this nation full of discrimination Already judging before any information
I like summer, the heat, the bees, the pool I hate pencils, the seats, the tests, the school, But I drool once I see a figure ahead a young school teacher with a fine blonde head,
I know girls who move like the wind over waves And boys who sing like the pirates That sailed them so long ago. I know a place Where tire irons and wood Create music that makes my heart sing.
Sitting next to him on the carpet By the suede couch Raindrops fall individually on the roof Then pour all at once His eyes dart to the gray window And cut my sentence short He jumps onto his feet
School has started once again, and Every student knows what that means: Monotony, repetition, recitation. But this above all (never forget): Size12 Times New Roman Double-spaced.
I am a woman but I feel more like an accessory to a mans world the latest and freshest prey to catch oh wait... no I am a game, a toy, a prize something else to be checked off in your little black book
Looking down, over the edge, see the effort you’ve put in and how far you’ve made it. Standing high above the rest Each breeze flushing out stress from the mind Each breathe restores
I look out into the world, with a smile on my face And think to myself, “This is a wonderful place!” Ignore all the bad going on in the world It is a beautiful place, and that can’t be ignored  
Sweat slowly begins to drip down my face
Coffees in our hands, smoke in our mouths. The morning is nearly-silent, hoarse mutterings. Chipped teeth on glass bottles, pounding bass. Sticky fumblings, trembling hands. Sweat.
I slurp another slurp I sip another sip You can't pry the cup Away from my grip   Drops drizzle down The side of the cup I stick out my tongue
The Fog rolls over the Water,
It is sometimes said that happiness comes from within,a sort of promise, like a freedom from our sin,but joy stems from another place,separate from our own sacred space.
A friend of mine offered you an orange.  Your eyes lit up and you got so excited.  I smiled at your enthusiasm.  A friend of mine told me you got a 212  On the PSAT, two points higher than me. 
6 AM 6 AM, waking up, Going to take a shower. 7 AM, walking out, The door to catch the bus. 8 AM, bell is ringing, Students hurrying to class.
Stage lights  dont compare with how the theater makes you glow Dont hold back shine brighter bolder give your passion without regrets
It brings me such joy in knowing Each and every day That a smile is still showing They do not turn away   To know that what I do Each and every day Knowing that their heart holds true
Angel. Princess. Sweet heart. Our miracle. Why was she taken? Why did she leave us at an early age? We all smiled when she was around
Angel. Princess. Sweet heart. Our miracle. Why was she taken? Why did she leave us at an early age? We all smiled when she was around
Engulfed in utter darkness   I was trapped by walls with no windows or doors    Nothing but despair lingered in the air    You created a door where there shouldn't be one
The lights so bright, I cannot see And though visibly impaired by this I know everyone's eyes are on me  Every move I make, they will not miss Who am I? In front of the World, I do not know
The sun is hot, the wind is low and soft against your face. The trees are green, their shadows tall and cool in their embrace. The grass is bright, the flowers vivid, and swaying in the breeze.
I go every three months to see my psychologist so she can sit me down on a couch and ask me,“So, Meara, how have you been lately?” 
To immerse oneself in another world, through drawing, a new dimension opens up.
I do not wait For tomorrow Or the coming of brighter days. . I do not wait For tides to turn suns to set. or muted winter.   I do not wait. for happiness.  
I have two nieces: Hayden and Anabel, Ages 3.5 years and 17 months, Respectively. As a young woman who grew up in a household of only boys, Living with them is remarkable.
I have a futureI have a family that loves me and friends that support me I'm going to make it through what most people call the "dreaded application process" 
Art inspire, create, design the world is my canvas and my inspiration there is no greater joy than creating something new when I create, to myself I am most true
In the Sea of school work, amidst waves of worry, With due dates compiled in a violent fury, Stands and island where two weeks rest shall be gained,  A peculiar little island with a snowy terrain.  
I can't describe to you what makes me happy,who I am proud of,what I'm looking forward to, These things are not easy for me to express. Maybe if I was talking to you face to face, It would be easier to explain.
It creeps in, sometimes unseen, Unseen till late. During a blink, life goes dark,
If you think of butterflies escaping from the ballpoint
The sun is as bright as an oncoming headlight from a slow approaching car at the peak of darkness Wrapped in mother's arms; Young, grumpy, and hungry Heavy hearted and sweaty, she feels love instead of pain now
Run, jump, roll and flip
There's so much to life that you just gotta be happy, Now I'm not just here trying to be all sappy But life is too short to be down So make your day by day goal to never never frown And never say never, ever
I'm telling you, the past few weeksHad me on my knees in deaf defeatIt wasn't a cloud following me around-More like a pitch room blocking out all soundSchool has had my whole brain fried
I am lost and wandering. I wonder how I am so lucky. I hear her voive inside me. I saw the world crumbling around me. I wanted her to save me from the chaos. I am lost and wandering.
Proud This past summer i never even wondered what will make me have success cuz i knew the things i digested
Can you hear? It's the calling of my hopes, my wants and dreams, just between the seams of reality and pragmatism.   Those hopes, scattered and forgotten, like ditch water,
Dropping I’ve said the word  I’ve pulled the trigger   Passed the point of no return    The huge mounds of snow stare at me     Cold, steel rails wait for me
I've been sitting here, day after day, With a smile that touches my eyes. Fingers to the keys, I type words I never say, Never even breathing the slightest of sighs. With each thought words go farther,
Its Thursday and I check my phone for the weather before I leave, So it can decide whether I'm wearing my rain boots or my sneakers instead.  
I hear thunder as he approaches. His breath is visible in the cold morning air. I touch his neck and feel the heat radiating from within. His chest rises and falls with every breath, like waves stirring in an ocean.
I get up everyday wondering what is going to be in my favor.Hoping that i'll get my favorite ice cream flavor.Dacning makes me happy like a little kid eating a big o'l lollipop.
  Oh God, weep upon thy world lost in disgrace, Bound in the transgressions of her first patriarch Has set up for lasting rule this false corrupt monarch; Virtue, love, and humility no longer dwell in this place
Yin
She sat as still as silence In the hot fluorescent light. She was bold with confidence With all worries out of sight. Her arms moved very gently As she played her violin.
Some are born listeners,
The world before us is rough and tough. It has the power to make anyone miserable. Despite negativity, obstacles and fears we know who we are.
I am the uninvited guest at a party in December.
Hear the notes drift and sway treble, bass, and grand, feel the rythmn, feel the sound, feel it burrow into my bones. Let it lift me higher, higher, when I start to sink away.
MUSIC...   Loud, Powerful, Moving, Sad, Happy, Inspiring, Passionate, Loving, Tranquil,   MUSIC...   Moves me, Lifts me, Lets me breath,
Cheers to the girl...
When I need uplifting, there are a number of things I can turn to-- Games or movies, music and novels-- But I watch a series called Mushi-Shi to make do.   A different, intriguing story each episode.
Peeking through the window, it wakes me in the morning Seeing what the day will be, reminds me that I’m soaring Above the clouds and in the skies, the daylight holds me tight
What makes me happy, you ask? 
Sundays are the best days; But they can end in the worst ways. However, today im going to shed some light in some dark caves.
No matter the times you turned me away, I still came back and asked you
 each and every day,
 "Come on let's
 go and play!"

Worksheets, packets, handouts too I stare at the blocks of text, nothing too new Helpful, resourceful, that's what they say And I agree, but only 'till I've had my way Dashes, arrows, comments all through
the cool breeze  whispers over my skin rustles the leaves above a songbird's call trills  above the chatter of a squirrel playing in its drey. I lay on a fallen tree once a mighty giant
My mom was undecided On what she wanted to do Instead of picking a profession She kept trying something new.   She wanted to pursue acting Every little girl’s dream
Held in place by the light, we die happily, Wise in our time. The solid light suspends us, upends our minds
Charlotte is like sunshine after a week of rain, she pushes the dreary days away. That four-tooth grin melts my heart every time. Her giggles make me want to dance for delight. She cruises the furniture, and cruises her way into my heart.
Born a winner 
Wake up late, Mornings I hate Don't like leaving my bed The smell of bacon Brings a cravin' Jam spread over bread Hash browns or home fries Always satisfies Kethchup on top
When the world is consumed by the
It's having your happiness and hope rejuvenated.  
The end of summer may seem to be grimBut there's a lot to look froward to in the endSeasons come and seasons goBut with each goodbye there is a helloWe say hello to fall once again
Summer, alas, wasted away like an unkempt plant. Ignored, looked over, and pushed aside for more glamorous objects. Summer has toppled over and allowed autumn to take hold,
do you hear it? or did I feel it? maybe we're all too young to understand it. but I do. the words are ink spilled
Get in goal not time to delay put on those pads, It's a lacrosse day! I've never played before. This is new to me. But I opened a door and I love it. It's two months into season
Music makes me happy, as does dancing and singing, as does painting and drawing, as does nature and reading.   Dancing makes me feel alive, allows me to let out the feelings couped up inside.
What makes me happy? Well its the nature we see, from the song of the birds to the buzz of the bees.   Music is my passion, and songs give me soul. The nature that surrounds me,
Every little girls' dream is to be a princess, to be swept off their feet by a tall, handsome prince. Disney portrays love, strength, and kindness -- Walt Disney provides entertainment and hopes to meet our true love.
When my friends and family are around me, I feel a euphoric high. Their undying love astounds me. My needs they won’t deny. For these individuals, I am grateful. I owe it all to you.
Excitement courses through me Like ants in a mad dash for discarded apple pie I close my eyes and wait for the magic to begin… Crickets drone themselves off to sleep With their own melody but I am awake
The tree grows, and then the tree dies The wind blows, to the people's cries We are a tree of life, both you and I We grow to live, if even just to try   I love each branch as if each my own
In a time and place where everything is dark  We gotta find a way to make sure we keep our spark. 
To taste that sweet taste of victory Knowing that all the hard work in the past had paid off, All the gut wrenching, leg weakening, and agonizing pain we had went through,
I still remember when I was a child looking up at my mother with fire in my eyes, asking and pleading and begging to put the flames out with the rain puddles outside. I ran, no shoes, no socks, no responsibilities,
Freedom Not the sort you find scribed in the antique pages of our American playbook Not an allowance to speak, to sing, to say what I please Not the ability to walk outside and know my security   Freedom
the crowd cheerng in the stands football players counting our uniforms are moist tension grows between both schools we will win we play our school song motivating our side we will win
A white sheet and lead is only the beginning
I cant wait to see it , its sweet smiling face that greets me with sweet kisses i can hardly wait for the future that is ahead of  me  , that drives me to capacity make one small mistake and its over no retakes
What makes me melancholy, just chemicals in my brain, experiences that I've had, the way my life is arranged,
My favorite season it has been crowned; Shooting hoops at the park with the warm sun overhead, But the last days of summer have come around,
Each and every so often, I dream.
The summer breeze is against my face. The butterflies flap their wings, showing off to the sky. But below, Teens are in the mall, window shopping.  
The happiness is hiding inside
My life is always filled with crap, And I admit that life will always be like that. So let me instead give this time to thank The guy who always saved my ass.   You always caught me when I fell,
I look forward to the weekend - always. That's when I get to do all the things I've been missing out on all week.   I get to watch TV shows with my sister, fangirling and being weird.  
Exploration of the world from east to west To educate those who have so much less. To expand the mind of others but what  of his? Seeing what his future has to hide beyond the horizon line.
The mysterious cover The flip of a page The words slipping past my eyes A character develops Their life knits into mine Their cares are my cares Their worries are mine too
when pen hits paper there’s an explosion somewhere within my chest somewhere between after and before I’m left helpless
So much beauty and depth resides in the wonderful world we live in. When I look around, it's easy to smile at sight of things. The clouds form together to make something beautiful;
Marvelous and captivating This beautiful bird Maybe I can draw What I can't write in words   The feathers, the wings I can draw with ease With paper and pencil I can do as I please
Streak of blue in sky so dark, Your singular resolution Touches the chords of my heart, Sets it in absolution To remain firm in course and cause, To ignore every hindrance
The place that many people call hell, I call home. The place where kids attend as if in shackles, I walk voluntarily. The place that teenagers give adults Attitudes and rolling eyes.
waking up early is not my thing, the most annoying sound is my alarm clock rings. the only way my day isn't sour,  is if i get my coffee within the next hour. coffee brings out the good side of me, 
Something I hate, Somethin I can't stand. Something that ruins my day, That I never look forward to.   Tests are that thing. School is that thing. Stress is that thing.  
When I look in one's eye, they already know, who i am today is what I’ve come to show. Getting on that stage, I have no regrets, it’s just a song that puts us all at best. A song coming to life has more depth than reality.
The words as I read float off the fragile page and create a beautiful picture in my mind. Places near and far, swirl around my brain and transport me to a world entirely my own.
I am in a prison Enclosed by the stress To be someone, to succeed This cage is getting smaller I need some release   Just as soon as I am about to suffocate
Where am I from…? I never thought to ask myself that. It has never accrued to me to think about it. I from a wooden paint brush trying to paint my way thought life.
A silvery mask Presented with gleam, To a world unseen, To people that can’t see past themselves.   A wintery cold, a frost’s breath, One must make warmth Or else invite a type of death.
ever heard them say  "it's easier to be yourself" what if being myself  is when I'm someone else? being so rich so poor so damaged so successful is what my soul needs
Reading! Writting! Things that make people cringe but makes smilegive me words over sports give me a book over TV
The screen illuminates, with so much temptation,
The sun shines down Erasing the world of every frown The lake in front of me glistens with light My heart smiles at this beautiful sight The autum leaves are orange and yellow
They ask what keeps me propelling,                  smiling           after obstacles and complications attack They ask what keeps me singing,                 dancing
You have moved forward from you lego days t-ball days, grade school days You have come so far since then, a grand young man You hold the doors and use utter respect, for not only me  but every one  
The school year is a drag And my brain is starting to melt Plus, the internet here, just lags! But I got this year under my belt   With help from my favorite musicians
Summer slips away and we students rush in to the facilities that torment us so. We'll spend hours a day in chairs of stone, forced to learn things we don't wish to know.
Has someone ever left your side?  Left you in the dark? Alone in the shadows? Forgive them
 People always ask me why I’m always smiling.The answer is fairly simple.Just the sound of laughing brightens my day.
 People always ask me why I’m always smiling.The answer is fairly simple.Just the sound of laughing brightens my day.
My love for Music is so great,
Pen to paper, ideas spewing out, As one of my teachers said
When I am left with the emptiness in my bedand loneliness consumes my heart,I think of you. I think of all the times we had together.I think of the December nights we spentlaying next to each other
1 and 2 Arm here hip there Hit it hard now Fly through the air   You're taken to another place 3 and 4 Your soul leaves your body You're wanting more  
  Mid day’s blaze following dawn’s frosted sheet, Signifies the suns diminishing heat. The leaves abdicate their reign over the sky Summer has ceased, waning climates imply. Oh the plethora of festive décor!
"Do you need a doctor?"Is what I will say."I'm having a stroke!'"Then come right this way."   I give my timeTo help those in needIn the local ER,Where they all come to bleed.  
Be silly Be you Shpw that smile of yours thats true Feel that breeze let it flow through your hair andt take a mighty dare Crumble all your problems in a ball go ahead and give life your ALL
That day
Bending, swaying, taunting me, Begging, pleading, wanting freed, white wish-holders dance aloft, dream-cry whispers downy, soft, flying, twirling, sailing high, magic captured, drinking sky,
Ode to a Brownie   Laboring hard in school, my Mouth began to drool, Thinking of my Brownie
Each line a little story, a demonstration of truth, a living proof of action, tied together by their roots. Grab people and shake them to share their creative minds oppressed by harsh realities 
The amps stand tall as towers on either end of the stage and we scream as they kill the lights
I pant in the darkness whispering a silent prayer Praying to the mighty lord To let me be the one he spares Because when night falls evil fills the night
The world was once dark for me, and i had not yet met the light. i waited and waited for change,  but passed it everytime. You appeared and looked at me as if i was everything good in the world combined,
I have seen the blend of the sky
Senior year’s starting now
You're a cold place in my heart, love. Icy chasm, Sparkling with small Crystalline specks Like Aurora Borealis.   Your words are chilled And brush across my face And make my eyes open
Each day you wake up, hoping for that magical rebirth that will uplift you and clear your head But it never happens Each day is a blanket of stress, constricting you untils its squeezed the life out of you and you go to bed
When darkness surrounds me, When hateful words weigh down heavily, There is always one thing, That is sure to bring, A smile onto my face. My worries vanish without a trace.
One breath away.
It seems to me that the kids today Are blamed for the difficulties of yesterday The economy falls because of our parent's votes But the kids have to fix the hole in the boat When war rages within every nation
Sometimes my humans yell at me to move,  
Reach for the stars they say but they dont know what its like day by day they play us like pawn in a simple game moving us, directing us in their own way   However thats not how it's going to go
Sometimes, the hardest thing to find in this world is yourself. Who are you  when you have everything is as important as who you are when you have nothing
I swim through late night rendezvous  featuring old Christmas music, my nose guiding me towards Coppertone dreams. Coconut lime incense soaks the curves and ripples of my mind when my heart wants to fly
love liber
The Silence Before The Storm, Flip of the coin at midfield. The brotherhood that will form, A machine man can not build. From the first whistles blow, Everyone chanting in the crowd.
The smile on strangers faces as i walk by   The sound of their laughter that seems so close to mine   Their thoughts and mine soon intertwine   Hey look new friends!
I often feel the clouds fog my brain, does that mean my synapses are the suspention wires on the Golden Gate Bridge? Heaven knows.   Makes me feel sick and low and empty, not empy, full,
My music My hope My notes Of dots. staffs. trebleclefs. My music My reprieve From the world around
I gaze at the many drifting clouds in the sky;  time no longer passes by. The sun engulfs me in a warm embrace  as the soft breeze nuzzles my face. The song birds are singing a symphony of love;
Life is the hardest thing that one will do we all have to find the one thing that makes us happy just to help push us through life everyone has a differnt thing that pushes us i have friends and music 
I run into an open sky. I watch the sunset and within the orange and pink horizon I see me. I see myself at just 5 years old walking into a new surrounding. I see my teacher anxiously awaiting 
Giggles in the air; The soft baby hair. Squirming in her arms, Not around any harm.   Running up the stairs,  Big blue eyes watching in pairs. Dropping the bag on the ground
When highschool is over and graduation begins, there'll be laughter and joy and faces wth grins. When highschool is over and life offers choices, My words will be heard, my thoughts will have voices.
On my wrist there lies a band with three simple words "We will stand" It stands as a reminder to stay bold A beacon to what courage I hold You see, the world claims there is nothing left to believe
What makes me smile, you ask? What makes me ooze with felicity? Just as oil attracts oil, Happiness attracts happiness.   When I see the glow of laughter or tears of joy,
I sing a song, a song i sing, sitting on a tire swing   Loving, living, breathing air summer breeze blows in my hair The birds disburse as notes fly away
Soir soir 
This beautiful music - The key to my "Someday" That is what I told myself, And it was true This beautiful music got me here This beautiful music got me through A childhood of pain 
I am deep in slumber, Dreaming of you, We walk along the moonlit beach Watching and listening to the waves gently roll in
How I have longed to achieve my passion To write and to be written In an innovative fashion An author changes the world...a crisp, new apple bitten  
Fall down.... Get upFall down.... Get upFall down.... Get up We will not fall down againWe will not turn colors againWe will not live again
Art
  The pencil  It lands on the paper, waiting. Waiting for the race to begin; waiting for the picture in its mind to bleed onto the canvas Waiting for it to be caught up by a storm of motivation
I celebrate myself, and sing myself, as you are one of many, I am one of none, I stop to admire, as you already crossed the finish line.
The time of year we all wait for
I laugh when I'm......
Sentenced to prison for life, -or how you call it school. Trapped in a box with germy kids, The weather isn't helping as it gets cool. The orb shining from the heavens is just a laugh,
I want to change the fact I don't now myself I can't answer simple questions like What do you like What do you do for fun I just want to know who I am  
It's on the news, all of the time That death shall come and seek Where death shall find  
I'm asked 'waht uplifts you?' but I don't even know. What brings you joy? I usually just shrug, unsure of how to answer. But maybe there's a lot more than I'm letting on. I begin to feel giddy
the empty space and atmosphere between us is always bending morphing growing and shrinking. the air we breathe is the same and the universe and stars
When I get up in the mornings  I don't want to die anymore. I don't get up and think that I am ugly. I eat on a regualr basis. I have friends. I wake up and I am happy. I am the person I want to be.
I want to travel the world I know,  these are the places I want to go.
Why should I sit down watching time flow past like a river filled with melancholy reminders when I can be standing singing dancing to the rhthymn of a thousand voices a hundred drums
Not the common joys of laughter and hobbies but the impossible.   Certainty. Certainty brings me joy. Knowing that I will be secure that I will succeed that I can make it into college
    Rails don’t run out of downtown into Northeast at these late hours, at least not until 5:30 am. So we plant ourselves on a bench with VIP access to the bathroom. An older waiter strolls to
Oh Doctor, my Doctor                                                                                                                 grinning infectiouslybrown pinstriped suit, brown hair, brown eyes
Grass that grows up to my knees, The sounds of soft fluttering leaves in the trees, I lay my head on soft pillows in bed at night, Watching out of my window the distant stars that shine so bright.  
A pug who snores and grunts in her sleep, Who doesn't regonize rich from cheap. With a curled tail and a slant to her walking,  And enjoys peering over curtains for people watching.
Who am I?
Whether it's soft or LOUD
I slam the door at my houe Another bad day I'm stressed to the max Ready to graduate But then I hear a voice From across the room That erases my sadness And deminishes my gloom
The wind whips through my hair The other cars zoom by I peer towards my left, And I say, “I can’t believe you’re mine.”   He smiles back at me Our fingers intertwine His other hand on the wheel
Last year I was depressed The kind of depressed where you know you’re depressed But you just don’t care enough to vocalize it When I met you I was wearing a t-shirt of our favorite band
Out of anyone and everyone, you're the one I can count on most.   Selfless and caring and charming is what you are; full of compassion.   You believe in me
What is happiness? It is the feeling you get when waking up on Christmas morning,  It is the sound of laughter while being surrounded by your closest friends,
What is happiness? It is the feeling you get when waking up on Christmas morning,  It is the sound of laughter while being surrounded by your closest friends,
I am climbing this tower. Take a moment, to see this as an obstacle. My obstacle is getting to the goals in my life. I am climbing this tower, through every wall that stands infront of me. 
A Villanelle dedicated to my best friend in all the world, who makes me smile every day!  
How High   Clouds are neighbors Birds are friends Meer seconds until we meet again   Fear may invoke Do not look down Walkers press the mesh to the ground  
I come from a small shell And I was content to stay But I was watching my high school years As they slowly withered away   So I tried my luck And decided to audition
They help me when I struggle, They comfort me when I’m stressed, But most of all they put up with me, And for that they are the best. They pick me up when I have fallen, They cheer me on when I’m at my best,
Batter, batter, batter There's a new kid in town. You shove me, put me down. Afraid to be dethroned. You're blind with fear. But, I am my own. Called me names. Try to rule those new to town.
A jigsaw puzzle, is just like a person’s life. Pieces are missing. Starting off it is very hard, A masterpiece at the end
In this life, we are fighters In our world, they tried to deny us. Time is running out for us We don’t have forever We do not have any time to reconsider We need to make a decision now!
Two years----last time I saw you Thinking and thinking what my life would be if our paths never crossed You seeing something I could not see in myself Seeing a shy, insecure girl in your science class
you do not define me BUT..... you make me almost late for class
words are a lie there no such thing as life being sweet like pie words crush you down into the ground they break you until you scream in pain yelling OW words are a simple thing
I have so many people in my life That i adore so much. But the people i perform with Have a special place in my heart. I look at all of their faces as family. Every day i look forward to seeing them
Summer fled this reality Too content with leisure’s spent In pools, the emptied schools, the desolate hallways But I I returned happily To the back breaking work
I remember once A story about magic and friendship Love and loss In the story they told me How in a land long ago The earth could breathe Could speak to you if only you paid attention
I’m not really sure how to write a poem about what I love,What makes me laugh,What I’m proud of,Or what I’m awesome at, because that would be an incredibly long poem… But I do know how to make a wicked list.
I've come to understand the power of being too quick to draw conclusions.   Growing up I used to go into situations with preexisting assumptions,   Shutting out ideas I couldn't relate to or accepted
From all the stars in every galaxy,to the electronic melodyof every song that comes through my eardrums.From every relaxing activity
To be happy:   sip coffee in the crisp, early mornings before crawling out of bed. skype until 3am just to see your person laugh a thousand miles away.
Sitting in my room as the clock goes tick tock, 
Life starts with trouble that takes over the soul. It leaves you breathless and an empty hole,   It can't be filled with concrete or cement. It can't be stopped from growing or causing pain  
Spit on the back of a Barbed Halo They intend to break something they wont As they pound on false salvation Soon begins slow suffocation Other knees broke speeding the process
It's him who makes me happy.It's him who makes me whole. I love him more than life itself,and his name,
You complete me. It's not just some high school romance. It's you and I Together. The way you smile The way you laugh The way you cry; It all makes you beautiful.
It’s hard to remember anything about beauty when we feel the world weighing down in our stomachs. 
Thump, thump, thump What began as a soft melody like the honey caressing the tongue before swallowed whole The winds clash to dishevel her Disoriented, and whispers heard bouncing off the wall
  If you want the world to glow, you have to have a spark.  I’ve got the spunk and sparkle to chase away the dark.
  Lights Flashing, beaming, blinding, multicolored, bright… This is what I zone in on, when I take the mic tonight.   The applause and cheers fading into a soothing hum.
Its her aspirations that drive her determination and inspires her to be greater. Hard work and dedication, shes commited to versification, on the everlasting road to riches she's trying to make it.
It is not something easily grasped. There is no purchase to be held on to, Not a divet or crook. Not the smallest form of tangibility. Yet it can be felt. It can touch but it can't be touched.
Come and take this magnificent journey, Though my life may seem a little blurry
Before I was, He is Beautifully and wonderfully made I am his When I was lost, he came running to my aid I can never comprehend how he forgave for shedding the blood of Abel  
It's not that I was your cure Or you were my disease Not that I was saving you As you were killing me   It's not your illness Or your dangerous and deadly ways Not that I'm sick
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
I wish problems disappeared when you lay down to sleep at night. I wish they float away like the setting sun. But alas, they don't. And each night you ignore your problems, they grow and grow.
A mere three lines long, please don't feel bad it's so small. 'Cuz nevertheless.
And in this moment, let the mind roam free; release these demons, do it carefully. Mess is not needed, slip away in the night; darkness consumes dead limbs, the demons - they were right.
People talking, looking away, disgust. I walk the hall hurt, confused, depressed.
Inspiring Lives Tis the day for our Lord is here, Lift Him high and exalt His name, for his name is quite glorious, He is whom I owe this abundant source of happiness to.
I'm sad, tears down my cheeks.  Walk to my room, the door slides open. His excitment, running, jumping, barking. My smile big, pearly whites showing Jumps in my arms, licks my face
Delicate toes tiptoed around the edge of the dock, dipping slowly into the chilled water. Erupting ripples followed, lapping and licking the splintered harbor.
She thought she loved,  and found out the hard way. Now he will pay.
my lungs fill with air as the notes enter my blood
Time goes by,Swim suits and Water Parks go away,But memories have stayed.The leafs start to fall,and the nights get cold.
Art is my passion I see it evry day. Music, drawing, writing, and cooking, A skill that creates something beautiful. Mesmerized by the beauty,  I could fade away.
When discouragement fades and emptiness follows
Up-up-down-up, Is the way my bow swings. Down-down-up-down, Is the ways my bow sings. Across my cello she sails, Surfing a whimsical, musical sea. The confident captain of her ship,
The joy I find when their near The tingling sensations that appears With warm embraces Smiling faces The sound of laughter wafts through the air The glow in my heart for all to see
I am tired of the average poem,
The green grass, the blue sky, the cool streams of water, the flowers, the birds and the bees, Picturesque paradise in a faraway land of lakes and of mountains and trees.  
The books sit in the corner collecting dust Don't tell me I must Don't tell me I have to sit there for hours I'd much rather be picking a flower But O how the books call to me a night
What is my safe haven?What is my release?Everyone experiences frustrationIn search of a life of easeEscape, Run
The hair brought back behind my ears by chilled hands as we walked through the falling leaves The colors around us vibrant but serene makes me feel warm inside The scent of spices
Bell rings. Finally. God, why is everything so heavy? It’s a heavy day. The weight goes stumbling down my body, falling off my stomach, tripping over my knees, landing at my feet. My toes can feel the weight.
a book should be like your favorite blanket… worn… with the feeling that you're home…
I sit down  First day, first class New faces are all I see  I see smiling faces Faces, all staring back at me Comforted, that's how I feel Routine, that's what I need 
At the end of the road Examining the tread Left behind by previous years   The moment of stepping Through the doors Into young adulthood   A new friend Becomes a best friend
My life is complete when leaves start to fall.
It’s been a long time without you, This leaf burning season is always so hard, I have so many memories I want to relive But I won’t hold back or leave my heart guarded.
You are careful. You wash the raspberries one by one with your hands.I am reckless; I eat the unwashed ones straight out of the box as you scowl:“You know they recalled these last month for contaminants, right?”
Fantasies are swirling In my head I must get out I must live them instead   Traveling is what I want to do- Traveling of the heart and feet To the mountains of the world And oceans blue
Forever by my side, 
Getting lost in the dusty pages, sifting through distant memories. A cup of hot chocolate in hand, listening to the wind whistle outside.   Watching frost as it draws shapes,
My life can be stressful My school work can be hard My pain puts me into a hole so deep and dark,
Music is the rhythm of my soul, It reaches out a fruitful vine. Touching my life, Touching life.   I feel the beat inside, tolling deeply like a tower bell,
Facebook status updateMarch 19th, 2009:is cool like ice on your eyelids, aight kid?
Chapter one is when you were born, Laugh and smile whether hearts are sprung or torn, You're here not there, Be grateful that you've got it fair, Look forward to what tomorrow not the summer ahead,
Summer is over, school has begun, But I won't worry or let it ruin my fun, I am still content with all the things I can do, Shall I tell you about one or two? I love watching films, melting into their stories,
With everything gained and lost in my past I began to think I had hit a brick wall, Yet when you became my first and last I realized it wasn’t the case at all,
The truest form of love is self love. A romance drawn apon personal reflection and detection of growth through the pain like the rose in concrete. Concrete.
And so I close my eyes Not for the act of blinking
Summer is a drag At least for dreaded summer babies like me Crunchy leaves Exotic new tea's Fall is the season for me Sweater weather and nice new boots Break out your North Face and cute scarves too!
A smokey baby-powder cloud explodes in the black night sky Field lights flood the field
Ladies and gentlemen, friends from all walks of life, we have had a wonderful summer full of battles sleep, games, and near death experiences.
ShoutShout for a spark.Not a spark but a catalyst of change.A step in the right direction.  
And with a head rested upon a down pillow, I wish only that the feathers were my own wings.  Arms out stretched, face towards the sun as it sets.  A better day awaits and the future rides the coattails of yesterday. 
I look down at covered feet Pink sheaths of rubber Protect from merry splashes   I look up at shedding trees Their dead skin Litters mushy ground   I look straight at dragon breath
Happiness can be found in the air or in your hair. Happiness can be heard  in the laughter of company or in the peacefulness of your country. Happiness can be felt in your heart or on your skin.
My day begins with the loud turn of a knob,
Who am I? Where am I from? Where am I going to?   For the answers, I looked up and I looked down,
A sunset in the oarchard
I understand life is not always fair, I never asked it to be. Sometimes I pretend that it is all a dream and when I wake up it will all be back to normal I cry when I realize I cannot alter the past.
Nimble fingers, busy hands- A guilty head tilt off to the right  As delicate lines kiss the page. She spends her imaginary free time in a world of her own. Armed with a pencil,
I’m a poet…and I’ve always k
Cobblestone streets tweet on. Over the bridge, under the stars; like a heart you beat, love a guest to meet. Taste the red fine wine, oui! River sends the Hunchback  to the palace to see the Sun.
  The wind rushes into my face,I try to keep an even pace.
It's a slippery slope If you trip, it's hard to get back up Clawing climbing fighting I cannot fall I cannot slip It is not an unknown It is not a mystery I know what lies below
my best friends.   we call ourselves “the usual” 
Brush of the sun's warmth Whispers in the air Bustling of activity Pounding steps on the ground The ranges of vocals gathering to laugh But it's the smile that gets me through the day
The soul rings and shakes in joy everytime, Intitates the keys that plays on the organ,
I go to Florida once a year, All the way down to Key Largo. Sounds echoing all across the bay.   Waves crashin, Sun shining, Palm trees blowing in the wind.   Boats stallng,
My story is unknown No one knows where I've been So now I sit here and wait For my freedom once again.   I'm lonely can't you see I just want to be held Loved like all the rest
The Finale and The Beginning Twist and Shout Shout and Twist Summer’s Over and School’s here WE partied and vacationed But now we are learning about our vocations
who are we i ask what are we here for to laugh and love to be hurt and abused being me is so free and i just ask myself at 21 what have a become a product of this world
I was once told That asking questions Is beautiful. Now I wonder Is answering Questions just as lovely?   Am I lovely? If so, I want to be told.
To me, Happiness is more than a mental state More than a delicious, full plate
Those moments Staring
To me, Happiness is more than a mental state More than a delicious, full plate
I look around me  And see the wonders  When I am sad what do I do? I look around
Here we are in the best four years of our life, We stared this jorney in a new world, it became urworld, and soon we will have to leave this world. Sometimes between exams and friends the world beats us down,
Small acts of kindness, compliments, and fun times are what I enjoy. I fall, break a leg. Now, I am in a brace. I still walk to class in the hope of throwing my crutches down the stairs, I flowing as smooth as shower curtains.
Old favorites enjoyed habitu
Hands shaking, legs aching, back straining with pressure.
One, two three four. Left, right, left, right. Do it again, do it better.   Sweat, Like the rain, Drips down my face.   Feet, So sore, I just might sit this one out.
Feels like a rat-race Whole day spent inside Lecture continues Powerpoint slides   Now away with light Here comes the haunt! Halloween's the game The out-o-town jaunt.  
Slow and lovely the silk and sheets comfort and perfection between those pillows the heart beats slowly the trance still in the gnawing of your eyes it makes you feel satisfied
A new school year. A new beginning!
Do you remember those crazy drawings? The day we laughed till we cried. The day we traveled together it was your first time to a water park. The day we screamed because a gross zombie jumped at us on the tv.
I dance with creatures that others fear And I am not afraid. I do what others prefer to watch, And have never felt like more myself.
Daddy wouldn't want to see his princess fall so I watch my stride and keep my pride alive Daddy wouldn't want to see me fail so when they raise the bar and I pratice pull ups Daddy wouldn't want me to cry
Leaves float through the air Don't give in to despair As the walls grow closer   The wind gains a chill More will lose their will To live in the moment   Hold your head up high
3 hundred 60 degrees rotation after rotation around my hip, neck, arms, legs the sphere glides around my naked back a mystical circle in constant motion.   Made of cheap plastic
Don't say "It doesn't matter". It made you cry. It matters. Of course it matters. Hey- Don't hide your face. Don't cry. I see you. I see you. I see your strength, your heart,
the fair morning fog the steam from my coffee mixing together
1:47 pm O, sing a song of fall desires, Of cool wind-mashed clouds and freezing skies, And the trees that look not quite so green, but dry; And of the one voice that calls when all the rest
the epitomy of me, shy and sweet but daring and fiery, insecurity hid inside of me for so long, heart visible to the naked human eye, like glass is to a cut finger thats bleeding
Sometimes no one will understand Why you persevere,  Why you smile, Why you simply don't give up,  During the trials of life.   You can never let them see you fall.
 A slight thud  
The Future looks at me: is it Happy? is it promising? what is to Be? So, instead of darting away from the Gaze, I look straight at It.  Future, I say, what are You? Nothing.
Pay no attention to the woman behind the  mask. She's just an  illusion of smoke and mirrors, of pulsing lights and   then she's gone.   Pay no attention
She says they are just words on a page topped with crushed pencil shavings and blotted ink; they are just hills of crayons delicately roasted into its nooks and crannies and spine
Writing a sonnet about waterfalls Is not an easy task to stipulate. The sound they make: to some people it calls, To others, an encounter is just fate.
Middle Tennessee State University holds me strong, In its arms, I can see my future career can't go wrong. Down in the south, I find my passion, love, and knowledge,
I am sinking into a soul that holds my own,
Who am i? What am i doing? Where am i going? Questions i ask myself daily, Yet i know not the answer, I will one day, Hopefully, And i wait for that day to come.
Who i am, Is not who you are. Who you are, Is not who i am. I do not know who you are, But i know who i am, And that is all i plan on knowing.
On dark days comes light. People screaming happily. I remained silent.   Friends smile and laugh. And yet I remain silent. Until the time passes.   Looking down at them.
All around me are familiar faces oh so bright places, oh so bright faces Everybody full of warm embraces Longing for that special tomorrow   Their hopes are filling up their passions
'Yer jalan athhirari anni,' she says. 'Moon of my life.' 'Shekh ma shieraki anni,' I whisper back. 'My sun and stars.'   But girls shouldn't date girls They shouldn't hold hands or kiss 
The grass is no longer green, The sky is always gray,
Laughter, joy, happiness all uplifts me but what uplifts me  the most is
That feeling - it's almost indescribable.  T-minus 2 hours, I'm getting ready. The room is clouded with the smell of hairspray and makeup.
If only he could see, the way you treat me
17 years of ballet never attended, toes bouncing, heels
He finds me no matter where I am, Lost in the dark, the epitome of ugly despair, Or soaring on the backs of winged seraphs. He is my King of Kings, my Lord of Lords, and my best friend.
Imagination, Creation, Learning,  Applying,   The world of my mind and the world of my eyes They become one  As I step ever onward, becoming a thing
Gypsies, hippies, mermaids,
Flowers Bloom, when molds of this world are broken, when the walls of conformity are torn down and personalities are set free The Sunrises, when hate dispates and love reigns
i used to feel the walls of my skin crumble, crackling like colloseums of days past and the lids below my eyes a rich purple, the color of a royal kings pelt or fresh blood.
When I was a little girl, I thought I was going to marry a prince. I was going to live in a giant castle In an enchanted forest And have six little, lovely princesses with long, luscious hair
Ode to a University, To these dreams and thoughts recurring. That through the knowlege gained we might become enlightened. We might gain aspiration and exignece,
Music.      Music.          Music.   My soul's bottle of booze; Gets me higher than a gram of crack      And happier than pay day   Puts my mind on mountains high,
Summer kisses fall goodbye with sweaty lips and radiating eyes
You shine. You’re bright white light is so full of warmth. Your positivity is contagious. The love that seeps from your heart radiates, and you’re words of kindness breathe life into soul.
Sublime riveting through my veins as the passenger seat vibrates from underneath me; Foggy air surrounding my eyes and clouding my vision,
Walking down an ordinary street in my ordinary shoes, With nothing much to do in this ordinary town Filled with ladies and booze.  
Rain falling grades rising typing, typing, typing away. It's not the B I want, the A is not enough Sunshining, grades rising typing, typing, typing away. The grades don't matter, but they're the only thing I see
They walk along the floor just as us, but with more of those toes, and more of their feet.
With a push and a shove, the ripple and splash Being ripped from the womb like ‘Blast from the Past’ That split second I’m flying oh-so-high But more of a fly than a bird soaring the sky
Five-Seven to One , but the song has just begun.   Releasing stress a tough day, it moves us on nonetheless.   Add a major cadence to make a statement  
Here's to the bad days to the days that end with you in tears or nearly To the days that make you wish  you'd wake up to discover it was a dream 
A Resonance Rest    A mystical rise that craves to fall A burst of tones – loud, unmistakable
There he goes again Beauty in every step he takes My dorm is just in the opposite direction 8 steps to be exact Does he know the itallian "Hello" gets me everytime?
cold-hearted or not he treats the symptons not feels top rated doctor
Screaming, thudding, pounding in my ears, Music lifts me from my lows, Wiping my tears, Flowing, floating, swirling through me,
The cover of a book Is full of beauty to the eye.
Once a little girl, so careless and free, Curious of life and all she could be. Introduced to this world with no map or instruction, Took a wrong turn down the path to destruction.  
The telephone wires shake with laughter. While she is far away she has never been closer. She laughs with a vigor  invisible in sight  but joyous in sight. She is an invisible smile,
The telephone wires shake with laughter. While she is far away she has never been closer. She laughs with a vigor  invisible in sight  but joyous in sight. She is an invisible smile,
I like the sticky, humid air on a July night The constant chatter of the cicadas Countless stars scattered across the sky The feeling that I'll always live in this moment No one can take it from me
You ask me why but I don’t know anything. I’m just like everyone else, trying to find my way. But you run into me so many times, You push me to my limit, And you make me feel so bitter about life.  
Many people proclaim that their boosts are from their phone. Or the quotes and the music they see or hear But is that something they truly own? We only have ourselves to motivate; to love, to fear.  
I was skipping through the fields making friends with the wheat my height I was holding on to Papa with all my little might   We ate apples and dreamed For the sake of tomorrow 
Ballons lift me above the surface of the blue Smiles crack the faces that didn't know about the new you Endless dances and thinking about how I can reach the moon In the end I didn't have a clue
You know what is so funny ? This question ! When people see this statement, they right away want to know the end point. However my friends, there is no end point. When i start this poem that what came to my mind!
Fall It is swallowing us whole Red, orange, brown That's all I see Cool air trickles down my neck Fall It's kickoff time The stadium roars
We hustle through life trying to find meaning, but don't put worth into what we're dreaming. Where does the most value lie? In graveyards where we have died.
Inside the school, so boring and bland, Lies a charming oasis, a musical land. Where Tenor Sax, Clarinet, Tuba and more Are proudly carried right through the door
You've been given the another day. Make the best of it! Don't sulk and sigh because you have to wake up. JUST BE HAPPY! Be proud that you are here. Yes you may not have the best of luck at the moment but it will get better.
I like those little moments when we’re smothered and surrounded and squeezed;
Stretched taut from the peg You resonate And as I shatter into emotional bliss You break evenly into fourths - And perfectly into fifths. Gone is the still air and Down goes the canvas of silence.
Twist and shout, I am the boy who made it out Defined the definition of triumph over doubt From the concrete who knew that a flower would sprout Word to Tupac, yeah that’s a shout-out
After I set down my empty coffee mug I go to school and get me some hugs From the friends who are like family The people who love me for me   I know that grades do not define my worth
Nature is pure.Nature is all around me.Nature is emotional.Nature is honest and truthful.Nature is bare and raw.Nature is open; showing all its wonders.
I never thought myself to be someone with the dents and grooves of a chronic smiler The skin was always smooth never broken by happiness until you filled me up with the hills and valleys
When life brought me down I only knew one I could turn to
Happiness is hard to find We can get lost in our own minds But I have come to find That friends bring happiness of the best kind
Music is something important to teach its voice, its soul, its message; its deep listen and understand the words it weeps put your mind in a song and let your heart speak  
Frogs, food, and video games, That's what makes me happy, Family, friends, and life, That's what makes me happy, These few things, Is what is keeping me alive, Without these people,
I see a little boy picking u
I smile forever. The soft music starts to play. Then our hands connect.
Boys? What's so special about them? I don't need a boy to keep me happy But I'll surely keep my eyes open.   What about family? Not by blood but by love Who you can be mad at
You make my heart shine you're an inspiration and with no you, there is   no me. I hope you  know how amazing you are my sweet woman, I   am astounded by
Here is another poem, with meaning and rhyme,
Off to college or work; home to cook or clean, Life gets overwhelming and I often daydream, About a life without worries, a life without a care, But then I see your tiny face fixed on mine with a stare,
I like the sound that emmits from my headphones, the colors that cover the pages of my sketchbook. The sun that shines so warmly when I sit out on my porch, Literally heaven for even just a few minutes.
I am looking forward to the future, Fall and winter, summer break and becoming a senior, And even farther in the future, Senior year, prom, and graduation. I am looking forward farther in the future,
this is a mission of equal vision peace for your brother and loving one another no one has to die just to see civil rights and these kids dont have to cry cuz they got no food
I woke up bare and naked. My identity was my name and date. I didn't grow up to be famous, but I grew up to be great.
What's Happiness? Perhaps making a stranger smile or seeing your soulmate for just a while What's Happiness? Is it waking up with all of your family at home or taking a crazy last minute trip to rome
The sun comes out, and like they say, its a new day dawning.
All order is broken
Some are hard to please, but not me My mind is put at ease by simply looking out at the sea.  
They say, it’s black or white,
The blustering cacophony from y
Sometimes i wonder if you think of me, or if i should just let you be. Why can't you just see?   I am suffering here all alone, left alone out in the cold, heart turned into stone.  
                                                                                      
Summer. Fireflies caught in a jar. Lemonade and sweet guitar. Swimming. Working. Swimming some more. Creating. Sweating. Barbecued pork.
I have been here in this life time and time again. I have been to hell and looked the devil right it the eyes. There I walk broken and cast aside, I am not okay.  
His Love   His love is a candle in the dark of night For those who need it and follow his word And those who seek it and follow the light
Silver and gleaming Illuminating A shadowed light Fall upon me Cast aside Nightmares And the clouds Ever obscuring Hide the path Until I see You beyond
There is this misconception that when you get to college you become an adult,  And you become more mature and "the real world" starts to make sense.   
I'm a very easy person to please give me the bare necetties and some privicy       I'll love you for ever it does't take a lot to make me smile    Give me sunflower or a sloppy kiss on the cheek
Protection from the sun, A place with all things fun Does not exclude anyone.   Diversity is pure. Every day becoming clear That friends of all color are near.  
I'm happier than a bird singing a song. It's all because of you, mom. You bring me from my darkest moments and make me happier than a bird singing a song. My only wish is for you to continue being the same.
She smiles so deeply that it leaves imprints on her cheeks. Her laugh brings joy to others that are far beyond her reach.
As I sway back and forth on my hammock, the sweet smell of honey fills my nose
The words flow out of my mouth My whisper floats in the wind They fly from the north and go to the south They go on without end   The music creates my world The soft waves hitting the shore
Me
I am hard working I overachieve I want to go to college But it is a lot of money I apply for scholarships As my hope To follow education And tell slackers nope
1-2-3-4
Let it all out, feel the freedom flowing in your veins, SCREAM! Standing in a field,
I'm surrounded by these barbie dolls their make-up so plastered like those white walls,  Noses up in the air proud and feared as if they're drowning in this atmosphere. They spit on those seats so low
I look to my right at the beautiful boy sitting next to me and I wonder how anything so shattered could look so perfect.
Am I wrong for being different, unlike the typical boys? The ones who sag their pants to the floor, as I look around it feel like I am unsure
I knew she was Dumb
I used to be afraid to come out and say look, you hurt me Hurt me with the pain of a billion crying souls crushing mine like the compression Of earths plates Here comes me seeping out the seams like magma from a volcano
headphones on, fingers on the keyboard   electronic music in my head   write this rhythm Beat within a Beat within a 
I put him up in the sky
Sometimes I think of you The way the sun kissed your face The way the wind ruffled your hair And all we would do was stare I think of what we were before And laugh when I see the sparkle in your eyes
Let me live in the valley,where the music drums in my earsand rattles my bones.I feel the crisp air
A look;A precious truth that I cannot hold nor touchtet can feel the softnessbrush against my faceas your cold eyes pass over mine  
You are perfect? No. I don't like perfect things.   You are beautiful? Yes. But that makes it just sound skin deep.   You are indescribable. I thnk that works the best.
High School. Defined as many word, but one describes it well over all. Chaotic.
Dogwood blossoms drift to the ground Temperatures finally rising all around It's Spring again   Things are green as far as eye can see Little birds sing in every tree It's Spring again  
Friday Such despair I feel throughout the week,
what uplifts me is the drums banging behind me  sometimes its so loud i cant hear myself sing. the fact of the matter is that it doesn't matter how i sound the message remains the same off pitch or on.   
When I see her, I can’t help but smile. 
The naive caterpillar twists in all directions That's what I love the most That's right, follow the path you think is best Shout away all your frustrations any day, Every day, 'Cause it's never too late.
Friends, family, peers and more without them life would be such a bore. I love to laugh, and dance and sing. They make life such a wonderful thing. Live each day as if it were your last,
The sound of waves to an alarm clock The feel of sand to a wooden pencil
I can see it now: we’re in traffic, in the left lane because driving fast with the windows down is your favorite thing (you like watching my hair become a tangled disaster in the loud wind),
I know I might not have been born in a Hispanic Country,
As the first period bell rings 
What is it to gaze at the majesty in the sky? What is it to marvel at the beauty in creation? To peer and bore is simply trivial. One most feel each blade of grass. Crawl into
How can there be pain in a place where there is so much joy? A loving relationship is the most awesome experience in the world. This is why it also holds the potential for so much sadness. There are so many things that can go wrong.
Music is beautiful, comforting and loving. The accoustics paint a one of a kind picture, the harmonies feel like they're holding you in a large hammock,
I am stuck in a four wall room, Hoping not to end up all gloom, Like rats we fight for the top, Only to fall and drop, Soon I'll end up under a tomb
Hi Mommy, You do not know that I am here yet, But  I know you will love me, I am so small right now, I am growing everyday.   Hi mommy, You just found out I am here,
I hope you know That I can do more than play fetch I’m an intelligent brain with quite the intellect And boy oh boy do I love your cuddles But I often wish I could help you when your troubled
On tuesdays,  We went to the movies. And I wouldn't trade a dime,  To have worked those nights,  Instead of eating popcorn.    In June,  We went to the beach.  And the heat of the sand, 
A Man is something unique. A man is what all little boys should strive to be. But how can a little boy strive to be a man when a man he does not see.
People say music is life I believe that Blast some Iggy Azeala and Sam Hunt Talk dirty to me Leave the night on Walk the line All #1s in my eyes   Take a cruise  in your car
The days and weeks slip slowly by,I seek to learn of stars on high.How great the wonder of distant land,The universe of God's own hand.At night I oft look up and stare,Maybe someday I'll travel there.
I love summer days, because of the sun’s shinning rays. The sun shines ever so hot, even hotter than a boiling melting pot. When it is so hot and I want to get cool. I can go to my grandma’s house for a dip in her pool.
A pool of sorrow. I am in. I long for the days of the simpler times. As an older being,
Music, the sound of vibrant feelings, Makes me shout from rooftops and sky alike, Fills me with rejoicing and promises that spike The interest of new hope, of laughter, of fulfillment, And all I want to do is fly,
Light glittering gently off crests of lapping wake   thick rusty chains groan   in protest of my featherweight     fresh cut wet grass  
Hapiness is, the wind in your hair while riding your bike too fast through town Hapiness is staying up too late watching your favorite TV show on Netflix Or how about running to the end of your street and jumping into the ocean
The deadened heart of a wolf was taken out, A greater miracle than flying, He waited patiently, Shedding off blood and death, A beating one of hope.  
  for so long, I've been so low swimming in an endless river of self doubt and now I have looked back on the past and seen where I was where I came from and what I have become
You only hear ambience But I hear music. The air swirls around me The world breathes to the beat of my heart, A constant, pulsating light: Strings, percussion, and a choir of Earth's creatures.
How lovely it is the world after midnight, The silence of the wind, the tallights of a stray car, Mindfulness in this somber time brings about peace,   A joy so rarely seen in the midst of daily chaos,
Memories are what stitch us together, Allowing us to smile through anything. Those old conversations, The long laughs we shared, Crazy adventures we courageously became part of.
  Preferences
       He doesn't even know 
it appears egon schiele loves women as much as i do. but he could never properly convey the curvature of your hips, the pink pout of your lips.  
Three rings turns into four with razors of sound relentless against the stygian room, You’re consumed by the predawn darkness as that damn blare resonates inside your skull,
Happiness is 12 hour plane rides to new places, smiling at strangers, appreciating nature, loving others, loving yourself, dates in coffee shops, prayer, peace, finishing suspensful books, his voice, tuned
With spinning spokes and turning wheel The childen don protectve helms And dogs nip at their heels Which pedal o'er lands and realms, The bicycles in all the parl, Roll and ring till day turns dark.
Whew! I got to catch a breath got to keep going got to keep buzzing Show the opposition what kind of matter I’m made of. And I will keep buzzing and blazing bright no matter if we are Down below or way up high.
So bright and vibrant, all different colors. Nothing is the same, one dish to the another. You fill my mouth with joy, oh how I love you.   You are chop, you are stirred, you are devoured
As I sit at home, on the couch, I wonder what inspires me. Does the sun inspire me? Or does the way the wind makes the blowing trees sound? I think, those things aren’t it, they don’t inspire me.
Balloons go up in the air A simple smile and a hello Faith to keep on flying fair Hope to keep heads up today Come home, get together, pray Sing with the birds, my sunshine
My lover is very mysterious. His moods change like the wind. He is calm, collected, and tranquil one minute, And furious, stormy, and vicious the next. But I love him anyways. He leaves me gifts,
Away from the summer breeze, it is claustrophic in the narrow hallways. Instead of the peace of the ocean, the sound of slamming lockers is harsh and brutal.
I walk around the world, confused as a youth, I wonna be successful,
  Briana Alexis Williams                                                                                                                
When it rains on a cold,whispering evening. At that time nothing is important. Homework is further delaid and dinner would not be made.
Uplifting. What a lovely word. Up. Lift. Ing. It just rolls off the tongue. I'm uplifted by music. By the lovely melodies created by all sorts of things mashed together.
I can imagine what it's like to laugh, I always try to keep the pain away, my smiles show only half- of what I'm actually feeling today. But, I do know of a place that makes me smile,
 The Solemn Sparrow On the eve of twilight's  yearning,
I open my jaded eyes
Tourists filled with glee Look! There’s Mickey! Children flee Their hands so sticky Too much candy and sugar excite
Tucked away from the crowd of tired students dragging their feet through the halls Lies the theatre wing where inspiration can still be found in such an institution. A lovely little place where music dances through the air And students can be...
"I surround myself with those whom I love, For it is by their existence that makes life mean all the more.
There are a few weird things that make me happy
Little things Just the smallest things Waking up to a promised sunrise To breathe air that is granted freely Though without these things we would fall to demise
The greatest thing, I have ever seen Is you staring back at me.  The sweetest music,
Silent as A butterfly... Swiftly making my move. You ask me who am I. For I am not defined. For I have no voice.
A never ending walk through the terrainnot thinking about a single stepThe moment was goneand there was no turning backThe feeling of failureit couldn't go away
I step into the room smiling on the inside. I can only hold my cheeks down for so long. Why is it so hard to keep my face from flushing red?
What once was sullen and dark despair Is now the song of Summer and salt in the air Sweet Affirmations of kind like-minded strangers Makes it easier to fight everyday's dangers
concerts blasting so loud you can barley hear, screams of the crowd, everyone dancing, splashing in the pool, having noodle fights, relaxing on the beach soaking up the hot sun, crisp, brown tan,
Summer is over but not all fun is goneits time to start art projects and get them done!thinking outside of the boxits almost a way of getting H
This last year of highschool time, the best friends i've met in all my life line   On this graduation day on this last cheer, we will laugh and have fun until the sun sets here  
Coming home every night to a family that is so tight gives me a feeling deep in my belly, even if my brother is a little smelly, that all my hard work, boring classes, and long hours at school
Coming home every night to a family that is so tight gives me a feeling deep in my belly, even if my brother is a little smelly, that all my hard work, boring classes, and long hours at school
Lost   Vines crept out of the brick trail like swindlers Haunting shadows lurked, whispering wishful sins   Promises of protection enticed his selfish delights
Come, sit and see your life   Think forward, fall back The pain, the joy, and all the laughs Winding roads and twisted turns Think of all that you have learned  
A cold-front swooped in in the night, it brought back nostalgia and I didn't bother wearing a jacket that day. The wind on my skin, Autumn in San Antonio crawling back to me and I knew this feeling was everything.
I see myself only with you You were my eveything
There are so many things we can do together, So many things to make our life better, Together we can.   Together we can… Imagine what you can create, Show your passion, Be truly amazing.
towards the ground. painless frown. Towards the Sun. Contagious Jubilation.
I refuse to let you go
Sunkissed skin and tennie shoe tanlines. Skin slick with sweat the byproduct of marching drill and the autumn sun.
BOOM! its intense and loud. you can see the conductor excited as you feel the energy from the crowd.
Friends make me happy. They supply laughs when I'm feeling down, and guidance when I'm feeling lost. You can't just find friends anywhere, you have to really search.
It took time to realize what was true happiness what did it mean to be complete or did I need a signicant other to make me happy did i need somenone by side in order to have an identity
Texas summers are a witch's boiling pot Heat chews up, spits out, and leaves to rot Fun they are not Texas land is ugly and poor cursed soils grow plants to make you sore The place is a bore
Brown eyes slightly tinted behind the glass, smooth skin, proud smile, soft lips like me
The mailbox held an envelopeKeys still in the lockRunning late to the movies
  LIFE
A lavender sky Shadows caressing the clouds and millions of laughing stars The vivacious sun ignores the moon's protests and takes her into his arms I lay, entranced by the wonder around me
Your love is the sound the trees make when I race through the groves and thickets surrounding our little city. It is the leaves crunching beneath my paws, the soft yielding earth,
Little beauties are overlooked   The serene calmness of an undisturbed water The vine grows, twisting around every bend The fire giving off life, the crackle does not holler
Music is the melody to my soul It helps me stay in control Oh the bright sun takes a toll  The night sky is my song Yet it is not so long I love to write and think  It makes my heart sync
This is it. This is the last chance, and the last time. I could look at this as dismally as I please but what good will that do?
I am happy for everything in my life  I am happy for the parents I have  The friends I conversate with  The house I live under  The food I eat  Even if I did not have those things, I will still be happy 
Wide and open, She runs free, Faster than any horse, More free than any bird. Spirit higher than any star. Happiness radiates like the sun on her face. My girl the wind singing joyous songs
Bang, Pow, Wham Limbs hitting punching bags at all different angles. Rainbow colored belts are everywhere.
You
You give me hope.
Warmth.It envelops my being,like that feeling you get when you pee your pants.They always make sure to keep me from beingLonely.
One day you are going to wake up and notice that you should've tried. You are worth the fight. Stop the Negative as well as start the positive. Vast things happen when you distance yourself from the negative.
The homeless seem mistreated And neglected I went undercover to see what people would think of me living on the streets Minute after minute I would hold my cup up high asking for spare change
The battle rages, not to be quelled within me. Who is the victor?
when I am feeling down, but not feeling music I get my radio then I tune it,  I throw my hands in the air and wave like I just dont really care.
So many things to learn Some are written, some are etched in celluloid Is it latent sexual desire as proposed by Freud Am I just driven naturally to be a winner Or is it something that was conditioned by Skinner So many things that my teachers ca
Hey you, summers ended. Don’t be all boo! Because we have so many thing to do.   We have to plan,  Search, and even band up looking for the right school.
Our lives our diferent, yes we all know that, but at times we forget We forget that instead making a path we follow others
Dazzling orbs of light dance across this crowd. Vibrations of sound resonate on the surface of our skin. Chills reverberate down the bone of our spines. We, the people, become one being; One entity.
I felt it again...
To know what I know is to know what was  taught. What was taught is suppose to be used for what I do.
He looks at me with a face of bitterness and resentment
Many peopleDo not care forWhat the stars have to sayOr what sign anyone is,   But if the stars are to be believed,And my star sign to ring true,Then I am a person of particulars  
I've been called strange And maybe deranged Because my views on school aren’t the same When August rolls around-  I cheer! Hip-hip-hooray for the new school year! Oh, no, you too?
Singing  A freedom of expression  Teaches me a lesson  Never selfish always present  No need to worry  Make a mistake  Sing the pain away  A form of therapy 
She can make cry and feel pain, remember the past and forgetting today
Raindrops on roses Kittens with wiskers. These are a few of my favorite things.   The sound of music An inspired song Makes my whole body ring   Throughout those summer days
Reverb Echoing Pulsing  Changing My eyes are closed My breath is deep My chest is shaking I envision something a butterfly wings flapping in slowmotion like a cheesy scene in a movie
Summer has once again ended, and it's time for the craziness of school. Only one thing is different now, It's my fourth and final year of school.
The morning bell rings,They file into the classroom.Looks of fear, uneasiness, and confusion,That is only seen on the first day of school.
If I would have cried and begged you to stay in your arms, would you have kept me? would you have let me be? was it easier to turn your back on me? who were you truely setting free? you or me?
Fall is coming, bringing some of my favorite things. The crackle of a bon-fire with friends, warm drinks in hand. Snuggling into a soft blanket, while my book carries me worlds away.
First Generation to make it college Feeling lost and unprepared yet I feel very proud to say I didn't let my parents down Its sad to know the life I once have known will unravel and leave nothing for me back home
Life seems to stop, but the earth keeps moving In like a gust, Is another school season.   Memories fade, like a summer haze. college will be rough, said my friend big guss.
Picking up my fingers Tracing them over keys Every note that lingers, Is like honey from bees
You slam the door in my face, in my heart, in my possibilities, you leave Leave me to raise myself Leave me to find my own way in a world of insolence and hate I am yours, but you are not mine
Bloodshot digits awaken from below,
The joy. The new experinces for you to come after moving into that next season in life. To know your gonna grow that much smarter then the past mistakes you made. To know your gonna feel something new, see something new then last season.
Creationalists unit under the inequities created by my all powerful being!
Four score and seven years ago This blasted class began. I have a dream that One day the learning will end. I dream of a different world, One conceived in liberty-- Or at least freedom from homework!
Sterling Klein 09/09/2014   Forever Unknown     Though the years keep passing, Time doesn't slow down It keeps moving without me. And I am fearing that What I see
"Make us laugh" They waited "Tell us a story" Here I was on the spot again Not a comedian
Why do people smile? For money, love, or candy? A new purse or greed? What can we want this time?   Why do people say hello? To greet, welcome, or please? Business or pleasure?
Thrown into life with no say; born to a mother in a high school daze who’s only direction was the bottle of hard A – “adult juice”. A father who gambled – and lost –
Leaves are turning Firpits burning shorts are replaced by a sweaters embrace Dead leaves falling vehciles stalling snow falls thick roads are slick Soft and fluffy noses stuffy
   Graduating high school is a great thing to me     time to find new places to explore and see     having the pleasure to walk on stage    ready to have my coming of age    about to enter a whole new world
My happiness It comes from dance Enjoying life Fulfilling my God-given purpose It comes from seeing those I love smile! That smile is joy in its best form
You and I One spark of life In the warm and wet How long were we the same person?   That one Split into two identical halves Drifting exponentially apart With each passing year
So sleepy, watching Jorge doze before The lure of bedtime takes my feverish brain Away to dreams that make my heart soar All doubts and fears go back to where they came. In dreams, I do not dwell on failure, nor
I see them,  Do they see me? all I can breath, is the humid air coming from that tree, You're about to bleed, You're about to bleed, Becasue I don't trust any of you trees.
A guy who is afraid to express his opinion But has quite a clear vision How can he overcome this hinderance  Without seeming a bit insolent One day the answer will be found But for now he sits tied and bound
I anxiously await the day My novel is confirmed to play To invade your minds With my tantalizing words For my characters to wound To uplift, to hurt. For the hours I've spent In silence to toil
School time again and I'm still behind, Not enrolled in classes I meant in my mind. College has always been hectic and fast, but my mind has been on only the past.
Jersey #
She, is the Sun of my galaxy From Earth she might be covered in clouds But in the grand scheme of my universe I revolve around her She, is my rock Strong winds are no match Engaging in metamorphism
i want to shout my love's name from rooftops and i want to make the whole world know she's mine i see my love in everything there is because my love is as soft as skin and as brave as the ocean tide
Under the lights  The moon so bright The batter swings With all his might.
My person behind the curtain is rarely seen, not many have seen the real me. I choose what i show to others, the person behind the curtain is torn. Tattered and tired. The person behind the perfectionist
We out here, Girls be showin skin All my boys and I Been workin hard up at the gym Some getting big And some getting slim Head down to the beach And let the beer sink in
The heart is a very peculiar and underrated asset, it is muscular and passionate, it pumps blood tirelessly, and it never complains.   When i'm running for endurance,
I was sitting in chemistry class today and our professor told us that we are made of the breaths of dying stars, chemicals and cold fusion, the remnants of ages long past at the birth of our universe.
It’s The Little Things   Lots of little things can crack little smiles   For certain folks it’s the runner’s high after a few miles   Maybe it’s sitting on your porch watching the crazy bastard run by
I can feel the target on my back Drawn with sweat and dirt And can hear the footsteps chasing me Muffled spikes in dirt With my success Comes another’s failure Pained smiles and caged disappointment
It's a careful process romantic even, when you pull off the wrapper of a Crispy Chicken Asiago Ranch Sandwich from the Wendy's Dollar Menu
Wind jumps in through the window and pushes my hair from my face. I remember laughing with those I'd held as they held their tear-splotched faces. I remember listening to the urge to ask a short but big question,
She has eyes that see the future
For them It is a he, a him For me, She is Everything That i wish I could be   Her passion riveting and delightful her empathy
Happiness isn't usually what I think when I think of school. I think of studying and homework and all things uncool. But then I think about what makes me get up at 6 am.
Being a military kid can be a real drag sometimes. You move more than the average teen. Last year I moved to and went to public school.
What are you looking at? Are you looking at the pain I tried so hard to hide? The terrible sins I tried to erase daily? Yes, I bet you see the struggles I go through,
Her
There she is, wondrous and true
As a girl, some imagine day in and day out what life will bring about. Who will you fall in love with? If I have a daughter will I name her Beth after myself? What will my wedding
She is what struck my heart in the first place. She knows how to make me laugh and smile. She knows the cure for my sadness. She is all I need to uplift me in my time of need.
“My Day by Day”   Eager to learn music from my college at dawn Making music from my own small studio at dusk Obtaining inspiration from my favorite musicians
I am seventeen years of agewith my whole life ahead of me.I know of hardship and heartachebut more importantly I know of warm smiles and bright laughs.Sunshine and rain flourish within me
The thunder roars in my ears, the soft echo of the quiet spring gone.   Then comes the plop of rain and  the smell engulfs me.   There is nothing
Passion, love, laughter Revolve around each other? Who is the master? Could it be you, the one Who listens and obeys? Only if you care to run, And catch what is yours.
Mama’s on the couch, leaning against Daddy Heads tossed back, laughter mingling together My brothers arguing good naturedly        My sister curled up away from me, sleeping These are a few of my favorite things
Spring, Graduation arrives... You lose contact with friends, you become excited for the future . "College", everyone anticipates for that acceptance letter.. August-- the month everyone moves in, you included.
Ears were made to listen To hear a beautiful tune Sounds that take you to a different world Can you feel the beat? Clap your hands and stomp your feet Find the joy and feel the peace Move your body
Math is not easy It makes me queasy The kids in my class quickly fix that Sitting in the middle of all these guys It is hard not to disguise the laughter in my eyes They crack jokes back and forth
When I met him, it was on a dark January night. He was wearing blue jeans, and also a shirt that was light grey. And into his big deceiving eyes I saw light. That light then dimmed, and I turned into prey.  
The twinkle in her eyes As she stares in the mirror Those magazines depict Beautiful women She once felt inferior  
What is love, But an incorrigible display of our own assholery In our protest of being alone? What is love, But the denial of a cold room Constantly beating to the sound of one heart
Mmmmmm!That smell! So sweet!Lush and fresh,So pure and new, like fresh rainIt makes my nostrils sing!So clean and clear!Cool, like the sharp, moist air by an autumn waterfall.
Mother Mother Your like no other    Truly one of a kind I'm inspired by your grind You dealt with happiness and pain I never seen you in a bad mood not even when it rained
Smile on my face 5, 6, 7, 8 Cheerleading. It's in my blood. 12 years of it. 12 entire years of my life. 12 years of pom poms, dancing, cheering on the crowd.
Looking up at the sky     as rain softly mists down Walking beneath the trees     family nearby Laying inside my room     silence within, birdsong outside
O, Chipotle, Chipotle!  I always seem to crave you,  when I need a savory bite or two.    I don't know what it is,  but the taste of your food is like an angel's kiss.
They say meditations the best sedation
Take me to the sea in which I reach for Don't leave lest I am gone Take me to the stars of which I soar in Gaze at my power that shimmers across the sky Take me to your heart Graze my skin, smooth and fair
Wondering down the road, Waiting for me to find myself. As I look into my future,  I see the colors swarm,
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