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Exasperation flows all over me When I hear them giggling behind me It occurs to me that They are happier than me
Growing. Most may say that it relates to one's height, but it's much more than what you can physically see with your sight. Growing. It leads to more maturity.
Swirling, swaying, spinning in time to the blaring music I close my eyes When they open, I’m a little girl
One day you wake up and something seems different, You can’t quite figure out what it is that instant. So many people you were friends with seem immature and kid-like, Comparing them to you is like night and day light.
Why couldn't the other kids notice? Why couldn't they see the ugliness that was beyond the playground? Why was it that only she could see that her mother was crying, alone, and tired?
My new mind had to learn that evolution is inevitable, That hey, you're gonna get skeptical When you see the A's, B's, C's, and D's and wonder why they skipped E.
I am by Christopher White I am a fisherman with a rod I hear the water beating the soft rocks that lie in streams
To love you now is to love you then; adopting a ticking time bomb and calling it my best friend. Forgetting that the fuse was lit,
I work days away. I save, play, and have to say what I want, and when.
When your face gets more and more wrinkles and your eyes become deadened without its twinkle that’s when you know you’re an adult When no one cares about your excuses It’s all about how you can fix this
Patience What is it? A nonexistence. The mind was wicked, and the body was involuntary. Play around, aggravate sound, Adam found. Indeed, an innocent one. Patience What is it?
When I was a kid, I acted like one Just did things so I could have fun At the time there was nothing wrong with it Although I would get into trouble, just a bit As I got older, my mindset began to alter
My heart flutters and bangs its way throughout my body. Adrenaline courses through my veins and your hands trace it out of my skin. Hot breath in my mouth and out yours.
Dylan Schmidt For some people 18 is a magic number.
It wasn't until one day, A Thursday to be exact, That I opened my eyes slowly To the shimmering beams of light. Soaked deep beneath my skin, I welcomed the light. The glow emitted from within me
Step one Look up to your brother he's in your corner And has a back when you've got none, don't let him down
I slid to the floor of this solitary place, surrounded by hastily scribbled memos on monochrome sheets of paper. and cannot find a singular one addressed to my former self;
The hand I first grabbed within the firstfew moments of my life,The hand I first held into within my firstfew stepsthe hand I held when crossing the street,the hand I held when I was afraid,
I hold a flower in my hand It's been with me since I was born Delicate to the eye, soft to the touch Perfect, taintless, lily white As I run and as I play I try to keep my flower clean
The bridge to maturity is one I've never wanted to cross I love feeling younger, in my youth is where I choose to be lost Responsibilities are too much work, I don't like to stress
Taunting vultures circulate overhead Without invitation. The incessant, whipping wings Pay no mind to The air that I displace.
Let's be lonely together We'll sit by the fire and you might call me a liar Cause I stole some Monopoly money while you turned your back Or I stole some of your food and had a light snack
dear you, i'd like to share a story there was once a caterpillar she wanted to flyshe was envious of the winged ones
Why strive to be something that is unimportant? Something that can only have potential for misfortune. Still, people count their flaws and cut themselves down to portions.
The sentence of an almost adultFor the crime of surviving this longNot livingEyes closed, shut tightThe only thing that had my name on it before now were
A year is an hour An hour is a second Look at the clock tower Time goes by slow was what I reckoned The future was near but seemed so far I was living in the past To see that I was dwelling on a scar Time moves at the speed of light, silent
To tell a story of the famed Knight Hawk Listen whilst I remember, recall Ready not yourself for a tale of sweet For he was never such a declious trait Knight Hawk began as a boy of late
My love for you has grown so much. You've taught me to how to love, and appreciate the sky above. Your word inspires my life each day, and I want to please you in every way. Thank you for taking care of me,
Old me is no where near the new me I am polished, painted, look good as new Old qualities are still there
be yourselfbe a kidlike I didbe your own personbut did I mentionthese sidelinesguidelinesto abide by
Skipping class cause I ain’t got time for this. I got too many vines to watch. Too many boys to kiss and twerk videos to make.
I never liked science. I was terrible. I never understood the four layers of the earth which was really five.
Everyone wants to be beautiful. Nobody recognizes true beauty until it's gone. It's just like the old saying, "you don't realize what you've got until it's gone". It's the same for beauty.
Why I Never Want to be a Mother I never want to be a mother because I am not perfect. I know no damn thing about cooking, and as far as I concern, I hate doing the dishes.
I guess this is growing up, Taking hard courses and making life choices. I guess that is growing up. Learning how to be responsible and eating all the right foods. I guess this is growing up.
For everyday I wake and for every step I make, a trail of emotions follow Tears turn into one of those everyday things You're used to all day and all night It eventually turns into a river in seconds
She was always different Not in the way of the kid in class whose only friend was imaginary And not in the way of the most popular girl, with a posse catering to her every whim
The frantic forest floor,it was so cluttered once,every rustle was news, unsilenceable.Leaves fell, animals tracked through the dappled shifting sunlight, and it was all important.
at age 13: girls were Sluts; Bitches, Whores, or Prudes, and we thought that the length of jean aeropostle shorts were fuses that would lead to some dangerous explosion of promiscuity because:
For once in my life the storm around me matches the storm raging in my soul. For once in my life the puzzle pieces fit perfectly.
What is it that you see when you see me?
No one is looking for me. I haven't disappeared, but why can't they see me? That's alright, I'm not hoping to be found, I already found myself
Blue, clear skies where the fairest of the flock is marching alongside the wind Purplish black thunder clouds singing with immense bass, while lightening dances to every note Your smile makes me smile, your embrace is my shield
My friends don’t know it, And I can never say. Because when their world come tumbling down, I’m there. And if not me then someone. Always. I’m grown up and strong,
I get used to the feelingBut some people don'tThey get what they want so easilyAnd experience no bumpsI knew I wouldn't get itI still know why I tried
I have walked 17 miles as of now Pretty soon I will reach 18 miles Along my walk, I have met lots of people Learned valuable knowledge Seen many wonders Where I walked was guided by my elders
Little did I know that I committed a sin against my own race for my dialect and skin The way I was, was apparently all wrong and I shake my head when my father finally clarified my mistake
someone could have loved her someone did love her but i never loved her i broke her,
Am I going insane? feels like i'm in another dimension. Stop, get out of your head, you have to pay attention. Surrounded by your classmates, but feel alone all day. Dismissal bell means nothing,
Little boy Joe and twin brother Nicky, Play pirate outside and often are icky. In their dad's study they find a large chest, And small captain fingers get it all sticky.
Going Our Separate Ways My eyes begin to water As I crave your warm embrace Missing you is like a deadly sin It breaks my heart
I tore the words "Once Upon a Time" Traced the letters "O" "U" "T" Folded it up all nice and neatly, Kept it in my breast pocket for my heart to see, Then the words caught fire, They fell away to ash,
There was never a time, never a place Never a moment that was not erased. I try, I forget, I remember again And you’ve told me this memory is not a friend What memory is this, I need to forget?
Young with conditions. Hands all over anchoring our dreams. Up all night, laughing with magnetic hope.
Adolescence is only but a piece in my puzzle Its reminiscence cascade in parts that portray the whole image Appearing in glossy bent forms, But my experiences are only components of my
My childhood was filled with simple joys, raindrops dancing on summer-scented skin and soaking my downy head to the scalp, belly laughs for so long they hurt
Must be willing to Change, or remain frozen in time Become purified
I wish I could be a child forever, clinging to my mother after a bad fall on the asphalt pained but safe in the knowledge that she is there; It will be all right. But days go and the nights fly away,
To fall and crash, to climb back up Is what my sister did. All throughout her high school years, She was a faulty kid. To sneak and lie and just mess up Was her kind of thing.
I watch her closely-- As her smile broadens, Her dark curls caress her blushing cheeks And her eyes carefully roam beds of flowers. She reaches down, Plucks a handful of daisies,
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Hark to the faster beating of my heartAs my eyes see that time hath grown much less.Wherefore dost we leave so near from the start?The thought hath haunted me, I must confess.
In this life we are all led by love; love from your parents and from their parents above. In this life we are all given some type of chance to revel in pomp or overcome circumstance. But in this life I do declare, many things are simply unfair.
My first day of School! I write because Mommy said so. My teacher is beautiful; I really hope she likes me. I write because my cursive needs practice. I need an A in English for my allowance.
Life is coming at you quick There is no place to turn College is upon you Adult hood is upon you Life - is upon you Those days are gone The days of sitting down at tables French-fries in hand
I wrote you a letter but you never replied And something was loosed inside of my mind You can take a chance and call it independence But you’ll be gone before your time
There was a boy who dreamed so high Looked at the sky to see if he can try As Life went on all that he can see, Is a harsh road filled with spikey trees. Down he goes to see the road,
As one grows more we must be sure of what to do in certain situations. Not to act like a childish fool but to know when to act right and to not have to resort to fist fights. Have a better out look on the world because it can be very bright.
you’re getting married saturday. you’re marrying the man you deemed better than my father, the man you figured was more suitable for you than three children, a loving husband, a house with large windows
Mature Unfurl new wings, Anxious to taste freedom, Yet afraid to take the first leap, Adult