Friendship is an unwritten promise,
A bond that is thought to be unbreakable.
Never ending tell-tales and dramas, Read more »
I walked along the shore,
Thinking of you- wishing that I had more.
More to offer, more to show, Read more »
I believe in love, pure unconditional love.
Something that comes from within,
Not from above.
With every breath you take, you feel yourself stepping closer.
Closer to that destination you so desperately want to reach.
Please don’t believe that I’m trying to preach.
I’m a girl, quite simply, in my own world you see, Read more »
I saw her looking, I saw her stare,
Her hair seemed to float in the air-
She smiled, pure joy as she saw you in sight, Read more »
Today I saw you, and you saw the real me,
As soon as the truth came out I wanted to spree-
Fly high in the sky with the birds above,
To be with ones alike, to be like a dove.
This girl you say, her hair flies like a kite,
I pray one day I'll be looked at in that light.
Her laugh, so pure as light as the air,
I only wish that my laugh would take you there.
This poem, few words as I express my heart,
I envy the way you look at her like art.
I'm painting a picture, one that is hard to see,
This painting, only available to those who love me.
And so I am asking, as I look from above,
Please love me so dearly, like I am a gentle dove.
This life that I dream of, it could be in my sight,
If you would look at my painting, and love me with all of your might.
I’ve felt like I’ve been sitting by myself in a room, while the clock’s ever growing hands fly around the clock, as if they’re trying to race each other. My agenda book is completely packed, no space for me. No space for friends. No space for sleep. No space for life.
I’ve been sitting in the same spot for around ten minutes trying to figure out what superpower I would pick in the offshore chance that I would ever be granted these magical powers. My answer hit me like a ton of bricks in the face; I’m going to be a pain reliever! No, not an aspirin, but someone who can take everyday pain away from the everyday person. I’m a member of SOS at my high school, a counseling service that helps the student body. I’ve seen so many friendships break apart and even sometimes lives. I often sit on the couch and just wish that I could take the pain away from the person that I am talking to, but alas, the only comfort that I can offer are mere words. Words that to me should erase the problem but to the person they only help mask it. If I were to ever be granted superpowers, I would want to be able to just look into the person’s eyes and be able to make them know that everything is going to be okay. Read more »
I stood at the window, watching the red tail lights disappear. I couldn’t believe what had just happened before my very eyes. I looked down at my hands; they were balled up into fists as I ran to the first breakable thing that I could find. I threw it against the hard, bare wood floor. I stood there, baffled, my feet were covered with tiny fragments of glass. I laughed, a small laugh, but alas a laugh. For a second I thought that smashing something would take my anger away, but I was wrong. I ran outside, not caring that there was four feet of snow on the ground. The freezing temperature pained my feet, but for some reason I could not feel it. I stared at the dust from the road that surrounded my house, thinking of him. I looked into a puddle and saw my reflection; a face that resembled pure fury. I did not know what else to do, but sit on the ground and cry. Not because I was sad, or upset, but because I simply had no idea what else to do.
I’ve often considered hating the world, but then I realized that it was so amazing when you were here. I considered hating God, but then I realized that he gave me you. I used to hate the person who left you on the side of the road, but then I realized that if it weren’t for them I would have never met you. Instead I’ve pushed my hatred onto myself.
I remember the look of pure horror in my face as I stared down at my sister’s limp body. I wasn’t sure what to do; I was frantic, reaching for the phone, wanting to call the police. “Wait,” I thought, maybe she’s still alive; wanting to call an ambulance. I decided to lay myself over her chest, and just sob. It was a pure mixture of sobs and screams of confusion.
I kept replaying the scene in my head, my body pulsating with guilt, “I should have been here. I should have been here,” I kept chanting to myself. There was a tornado of utter misery surrounding my head, creating a fog that I couldn’t seem to get out of. What will my parent’s think? I wasn’t even sure of the cause of her death. Nothing mattered to me; my life was spiraling down into a deep dark hole that I never imagined myself even dreaming of falling into. Read more »
I often think of the average life of a five year old. Only caring how much more longer there was until snack time and what toy they can get their hands on next. Thinking about this brings me back to a memory that I will never be able to forget. It’s an ugly word that makes peoples faces scrunch up, but it’s a part of me and always will be. I had a seizure when I was five years old. Read more »