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We all looked so happy,

those many years ago,

friends were surrounding us,

we all were so close,

what came between us,

what pulled us all apart?

What ended great friendships,

Tell me the thing that put a finish to a good start?

Middle school came around

did we all forget who we were?

years went by, they were all a big blur.

We were swept up in popularity

and seperated into groups,

our smiling faces vanished, 

we were neglected and used.

What should have been filled with memories,

of happiness and galore,

instead held memories of loss and hopelessness

more than ever before.

Please tell me in a few years,

we will reunite again,

high school is coming, then college, and that's the end.

We will all grow up and find jobs and become great,

but in the meantime can we come together one more time, and just

Celebrate?

Graduation,

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh,

A most glorious time of the year,

when eigth graders move on to the high school,

you can practically smell the fear.

High schoolers get ready for college, 

kissing they're moms and dads farewell,

Juniors blossom and rise up, taking over the seniors spots,

and bursting out of they're shells

Horns beep, white writing reads, "Class of 2013"

Tears sting peoples eyes, kids comfort as siblings cry.

Change has come once again, somewhere between April, May and June,

no one thought it would come so fast, 

People tried to make the good times last,

but everything has to come to a close,

so new opportunities can unfold,

So shy people can become bold,

so souls once just a lump of clay, can mold.

<3

<3

Moi

Today I realized that it wasn't just us in the world,

That everything is so much bigger, bigger than it seems,

I don't know if I can handle it. 

I think I thought everything was going to be easy

and that things would just fall into place,

but they won't, they never will.

Today I realized that people choose popularity over happiness

You did, didn't you?

and left me here in the dust, in your tracks?

They did, didn't they?

and went off riding in the sunset with me yelling for them to wait up.

Today I realized that everything is not as it seem.

You decieved me and my trust,

and used me for what I had, and what I was going to become.

You made me think that I was special, but didn't believe it yourself.

Today I realized that I should always have my guard up,

I should shield myself from the pain that everyone causes me,

because it's just too hard,

everyday is a battle, everyday is a struggle, and to make it thorough I have to put up defenses.

I should keep my heart and soul locked up away from prying eyes, and away from people who want to damage them.

Today I learned about real life

You have those people that are cruel,

The one's that hurt you and make you feel small,

and the one's that laugh along with them and ignore you and the comment

You have the people who look at you like they're so much better,

like they have authority,

As though they are the teacher and you are a C- Student. Read more »

He has short attention span in everything he does,

He could be better, but he stays a coward.

He tells you to shut your mouth, when you have asked a simple question,

And sides with the only the people that have power.

His friends seem to tolerate him, only because of the popularity he brings,

and he is popular only because people are scared to defy him.

Does this remind anyone of something? possibly a tyrant?

He dictates the conversation.

He glares at us at the lunch table, judging our movements

and if he was a tyrant would most likely slay me if he was able.

He uses harsh words, he uses mean words, he tactics that get a response.

I don't know if ever a person has told him,

Stop, what your saying is hurtful and wrong.

When I don't know the answer,

When I can't tell you the right equation

I feel completely lost and out of place.

My hands start to sweat and they're already clammy climate turns hot,

I feel a blush breaking out of my cheeks and know that everyone else can see it too.

Nothing is coming out of my mouth, but I know something should be,

And I'm left babbling on about some unrelated subject.

I hate not knowing something,

I smack myself, and then compare my knowledge to others, saying,

"I bet Jordan would know this," or "Lola would already have the answer."

Knowledge is power, the power to control your future,

without knowledge I feel hopeless, 

so for more knowledge, I will strive

I think the one thing people fear the most is being average.

Everyone wants to be extrodinary, or extra ordinary, above the normal.

Some people strive to get there, and hold on to the rope leading to they're future tight,

while others have already let go, and lost the race, because of self doubt.

Average is buisness class. Simple, comfortable, and homey

Nothing seems wrong with it, so why does everyone want to avoid it?

It's because no one wants to admit it.

No one wants to look up at a bully, maybe a big success in the future, and say

"I'm average" to they're face, because they themselves hoped to become so much more.

Help so many more.

And that's why I strive for better,

I reach for new goals, and greedily snatch up new opportunities.

When I grow up I'd like not to be average, but then again so does everyone else...

In my oppinion, finding something you love,

and putting your life, soul and heart into it,

is way above average, because so little in the world can really say they love,

and admire they're work and what they do.

That's what I want to do, and that's what doesn't make me average.

That's what makes me.... Me.

Your messing with my brain

Sometimes I feel like I'm insane,

And nothing makes sense, anymore

I'm on the defense, we've been here before

And this was when my heart was torn,

So I won't dive right in,

I'll tread lightly as I swim,

So that you can't break me,

but still I'm not whole

Around in circles Is where I'll go

Just to get back to the start,

Can't we skip over this part?

Troubles, troubles, they involve me,

I want to watch them fade away, like

1,2,3 

but they keep tracking me down,

they tear at the lonely soul they've found.

So why did you write this piece, what was your inspiration?

Well...

_{She didn’t want to be a loner, she wanted to fit in,}

_{but every time she tried, she would be immediacy tossed aside}

_{They didn’t consider her feelings, didn’t think of her pain,}

_{Popularity was the only thing they thought of, and they wanted to gain.}

_{She wasn’t a crowd pleaser, but could still be funny,}

_{She wasn’t a story teller, but could still tell a good story,}

_{No one could see how bright she was,}

_{Until the day, they saw her at the top.}

_{She stood, 10 years later,}

_{on a stage, she read her story, and took in compliments and praise}

_{She was famous, and on the go,}

_{she was a face, everyone wanted to personally know.}

_{There are always many stories of people who later in life become successful}

_{And of the people who wish they had been nicer, or friendlier, to those people}

_{Why not be kinder to everyone around you, no matter who it is}

_{because you never know who the first will be to become successful. ;)}

It sucks you know,

when things don't go your way,

I'm talking about tests of course,

when you get a B instead of an A

It kinda really hurts, somewhere deep inside,

to know your not good enough 

to recieve a good letter grade prize.

I think I push myself hard,

as hard as I can,

juggling sports, school, events and friends.

I watch in envy as people gloat about they're grade,

as if they're happy enough to launch a parade

I tell myself, at least I didn't fail,

 but still it really cuts me deep to know against the test, I also didn't prevail.
 

It sucks you know,

when things don't go your way,

I'm talking about tests of course,

when you get a B instead of an A

It kinda really hurts, somewhere deep inside,

to know your not good enough 

to recieve a good letter grade prize.

I think I push myself hard,

as hard as I can,

juggling sports, school, events and friends.

I watch in envy as people gloat about they're grade,

as if they're happy enough to launch a parade

I tell myself, at least I didn't fail,

 but still it really cuts me deep to know against the test, I also didn't prevail.
 

It sucks you know,

when things don't go your way,

I'm talking about tests of course,

when you get a B instead of an A

It kinda really hurts, somewhere deep inside,

to know your not good enough 

to recieve a good letter grade prize.

I think I push myself hard,

as hard as I can,

juggling sports, school, events and friends.

I watch in envy as people gloat about they're grade,

as if they're happy enough to launch a parade

I tell myself, at least I didn't fail,

 but still it really cuts me deep to know against the test, I also didn't prevail.
 

I had a dream

a dream that was great

about changing my future, 

and sealing myself with a different fate,

Instead of watching and wishing to help

I decided to stand up, and scream and yell,

I taught the lesson of being humbly proud,

and instead of feeling small, standing tall and voicing opinions loud

of reaching out to the hurt, and talking reason with the enemy

of trying to save every soul from the feelings of hatred and envy

With this came an honor, and up high I sat Read more »

Drip, Drip, Drip was the sound of the boy when they made fun of him

Clunk was the sound the girl made when she was too scared to go inside the cafeteria

RIIIIIPPPP is the sound of someone who's been through too much loss

And

HAHAHA is the sound of all the others watching and doing nothing

The boys tears fell to the floor

The girls lunch lying by the classroom door

They're soul shredded and torn finally breaking from the pain and mourn

And they all see but they don't want to stand, no one's brave enough to let out they're hand

Repition, Repition,

repeat that one more time

recalling what you said to me

in my memory is where your words hide

Repition, Repition

Over and over again

is it dejavu or something more

a mind condition, a disease of sorts

where's that phrase you meant to store?

Didn't she just sayyyy that?

Didn't they just playyy that?

Is your hearing off, why are things coming out in doubles?

Wait, I heard that somewhere else, this wierdness adding to your troubles,

Repition, Repition,

you know the sort

I guess I don't want to repeat so I'll make the ending

Short.

When your teacher calls you out in front of the whole class

Embarrased

When you sit on a piece of food and it sticks to your butt untill two hours later when your friend finally decides to comment on it

Embarrased

When you wear the same exact outfit or shirt as someone else

Embarrased

When you randomly laugh and everyone looks at you like your crazy because someone else was talking about they're grandmas funeral.

Embarrased

When your sister gets the last laugh

Mad

When you accidentally stepped in dog poop on the way to the bus and everyone smells it for the rest of the day

Embarrased

When you forget to wear clothes to school 

Embarrased

 Expelled

Some are happy with being average, ordinarry,

But I say, why not strive for extrodinary

Trying to be like everyone else won't take you anywere

Because everyone else doesn't have what you do.

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I'm adding one new quote every Saturday and Sunday. Comment with suggestions. 

Are you ever ashamed,

To call yourself a human being?

Look what we do,

Look what we have the capability of doing.

We take away others lives with out actions and words

and often feel no regret,

because the blame is always on someone else,

Right?

We abuse our privilages, and push boundaries.

Look at some of us,

the train wreck of they're life

using illegal substances because they're "fun,"

This opportunity you've been given,

to live free, and do what ever you'd like to do,

don't waste it.

Don't be one of those people who tries to be cool,

on anothers expense, maybe even they're life.

When you could be kind,

and offer a helping hand.

Everyday someone hurts, and someone cries,

we can stop those cries and heal the hurt,

with one act of kindness

So lets not be the worst form of ourselves to get ahead

and as a whole, let us come together and give a helping hand to those who need one.

You fool,

You fool,

you must have forgotten

people use others to get where they need to go,

and as you gave the miner pay before he retrieved the silver,

It's you're money that he stole.

You fool,

You fool,

you must never have learned

that people are wicked and taunting

When you let that man get inside of your head

You let him become more daunting.

You fool,

You fool,

You should already have heard

about the hard ships in this world

about the culity about the pain,

about the one's sacrificed in vain.

Never trust a man on the street,

never trust anyone's but your own feet

this is how we learn to survive in the street.

And though one's soul may be pure in kind

in these conditions, it will soon turn to grime

learn what you can,

it's do or die,

asta lavista, son, I've gotta fly

Sometimes I want the wind to take away my sorrows

To take them away in it's fall breeze

To swirl them away from my mind

So they'll get stuck in branches and leaves

I plead the rain to wash them away

with the showers that it spinkles on roses

so that my sorrows will be found in puddles

and in the water that runs through hoses

The sun doesn't offer any consolation 

although I beg it to shine brighter

to kill my sorrows off with it's powerful rays

so that my stormy day becomes brighter

Nothing seems to be able to hook them,

and they linger with me now

they're like a contagious virus,

from another they get passed down.

I wasn't always like this,

It wasn't untill you made me feel small

and I know I can't confront you

because you'll act like I didn't say anything at all

That's the thing that hurts the most, 

when people can't awknowledge what they've done

they're cowards and into a small hole,

is where they always run

I don't know who I am

Personalities stick to me like cotton candy attaches itself to a stick

They are there and then life eats at them

and then they're gone.

I try different ones on, like clothing in a mall

but always end up returning them and ending up with just me, 

the girl who doesn't know who she is.

As the seasons change,

so do I,

Sometimes I choose the personality that others like

sometimes I choose the personality that fits my mood 

It's not hard to choose, with so many different ones to pick from

but picking the right one,

now that I may never do.

I may never know who I am,

but I do see pieces of who I'm meant to be hidden in my writing,

now if only I can put together the puzzle

maybe I'll discover myself in the writing that best describes my heart.

Some people just seem like a waste of space

like the one's that make us question other innocents integrity

and make us secure building with body guards.

The people who screw it all up for everyone else.

the one's that hurt loved one's and friends

the one's that we hate

Then there are those who we find stupid.

Yes, stupid.

The one's that make "your mom," Jokes,

and call people descriminatory names

They talk about things far to innapropriate for they're age level

and they swear all the time.

Everytime I see them, I want to punch them.

Then there are the racially critical

who judge on race and color,

they make fun of something about another person, that that person can't even control.

These people are really a waste of space.

All of these people seem to be a waste of space,

what are they going to do with there life,

I personally can't imagine anything good.

Not to be critical, not to be mean, nasty, or judgemental or anything

but some people really don't deserve a chance at all

When your left on the street

with not a family in sight

would you choose the right direction

or the one that feels best at the time

When your the one chosen

to be the worlds scraps

would you awknowledge this fate alone

or would you want someone to have your back

When you don't have money enough

to feed your own mouth

would you choose to hang with people who could help you

or would you choose to tough it out?

And when your decisions start to feel wrong

would you have courage enough to change paths 

and find the true place you belong?

When there is no one there to be your light

and the darkness, at that moment, just seems so right 

would you risk your self, even though you don't believe your much

or would you choose to become something special,

with nothing but what you've got.

It tears at me, you know

All the pressure.

Don't you understand?

I can't be perefect,

but I strive to be perfect

and that is what is going to be my demise.

I always think I can do better

when I know I gave it my all

I compare and look at others

grades.

I know I shouldn't, but I get mad

I get angry at them for being better,

better than me,

because I have to be the best.

Is it the society that we live in?

Is it the friends that we talk to and

the family that we share our lives with

that makes us this way,

that make me this way?

It seems they don't care, as much as I do

because I have to become something

and do something amazing with this life I was given

and it seems, the only way I can do this,

is to be perfect,

and get perfect grades

but that is something I can never do,

perfect is something I can never be

and so it will be my end.

I loved them both very differently

although they were both like brothers to me

they both read to me, and came to me when I was sick with the stomach flu,

they nurtured me as they're own of shared blood

in my misjudgement and haste I categorized them

although I didn't see at the time how unfair it would end up to be for the both of them.

Jem was content with his life, and sparked the people around him,

people like Will

Will disregarded many, many other then Jem, who he had a connection with Will from the very beginning,

when Will first entered the institute.

Will destroyed while Jem salvaged, and as they went around about they're buisness Jew managed to salvaged

the tattered and bruised soul of Will.

When I came into the picture it seemed  none of them much regareded me,

although in the end the opposite was true,

I loved them as brothers, but it grew to much more,

and I found myself with Two great loves.

Jem and Will different, but Jem and Will attached and the same

and in my endless journey, I shared a life with Will

and in my endless journey, I shared a life with Jem

Because though they were so differnt from each other, they were both 

as lovely

to me

dedicated to the book I just finished, I loved it so much! It's initials are T.C.P, figure out the title, if you dare

Hint: It very recently came out (This month ;)

Sometimes it just seems pointless

This whole mess of a world we're thrown into,

It seems stupid, like a waste of time

There are so many of us, so many humans,

That have all done so much

Invented transportation, technology, electricity

What could one person, like us, ever have to offer to this gigantic world we call home

Sometimes it just seems painful

Like we're put here to suffer

Heartbreak, loss of a loved one, terror clouds our minds

Of all the bad things that could happen

And that have happened Read more »

Is there some kind of potion that you can take,

that will make you feel accepted, and make you feel like you belong

you laugh with "friends" you try to fit into they're conversation, but when you make a statement or a quick remark

your little message of words, just feels so wrong.

people seem to ignore you, and smile at each other past your face

even though you're in the middle of two figures, and you take up a space

but space doesn't mean place, don't get those to mixed up

because although your hanging out with these people, it doesn't mean like you belong.

You want to fit in, you want to be able to relate, you want to be able to laugh and hang out 

with these people, that'd be great

you hear there stories, of all the gatherings they've had,

and your not included,

don't deny that makes you feel bad.

You tell yourself, maybe when you're older, when you're high school mature, or college too

you'll have a group of friends, that like you for you,

and you'll hang out and you'll talk, making silly faces in the mirror

and your whole perspective on people in general will then become clearer

you just want to get to that place, in the movie, where everything turns out all right

you want to skip through the fretful nights, 

when you think to your self no one will ever like you, will never be your friend

life is so scary and complicated already, you just need someone to give you a hand.

The first writers to put a pen to paper had small, hardened minds

from years of work and doubt

and from elegance that prohibited them to let out a shout

when these writers wrote, in they're heads ideas turned to words

Emotions turned to fury, emotions turned to hurt

they found that they quite liked this, rush of simple defiance

of acting against society, which kept all of it's feelings quiet.

The next writers after them, found those scribbled words,

they read the small emotions, and themselves tried to learn

but alas they could not, and writing skiped a century, 

were it not for one young man, some may say skipped the world entirely

This man set up shop with his imagination, and what he thought was funny

he had nothing to spend on it, he had no money

he wrote what he felt, he felt what he wrote, and soon enough more young people

listened to him, and from his success found hope

Then the whole world blew up in a talent show

who was the best writer, and who had to go,

the singers and actors, and composers and all

had a good time watching the competitors fall.

Writers were defiant, writers chose there own way,

Writers didn't listen to Edgar Allen Poe, Writers followed 50 Shades of Grey

Writers no longer wrote what was in there heart, writers wrote what would sell

and make money, to build a sucessful start.

These writers were greedy, they wanted things to go there own way, Read more »

I hate seeing you like this

something deep inside my heart hurts,

you're a part of me as I am you, and I feel the struggle inside of you

you want to be great, you want to be exceptional, but it's tearing at you, and your life

I don't see you go to school very often anymore,

it seems as though your always sick

your stomachs in a knot and you panick.

Please, tell me how to help,

Talk to me,

I want to help, and make you feel better,

I've never seen you like this

can this kind of sickness be cured with some tylenol

or Ibuprofen?

Please, tell me how to help,

Because I don't know how

Maya discovered the world through Tatya, and Tatya gave the world to Maya. There was an unspoken bond between the two sisters that they're parents awed. Tatya was only four years old when Maya was born, and Tatya's was the only hand that Maya held after she came home from the hospital. Even Mr and Mrs. Brown didn't get a hand squeeze from Maya untill she was two years old. No. Only Tatya. When Maya learned to fingerpaint, Tatya showed  the paintings she had made in 1st grade to Maya. Four weeks later, Maya made an exact replica of one of Tatya's paintings. Tatya smiled at Maya and called her a silly little girl, and Maya stuck her toungue out at Tatya and called her a grown old lady. Tatya laughed, and when Tatya laughed so did Maya. In fifth grade, at graduation Tatya placed a charm neclace in Maya's hand and told her that no matter what happened she would always be with her, then Tatya congradulated Maya and Maya put the neclace on her neck. That necklace didn't come off once for three years, and when it came off was the day that Tatya left for college. Read more »

Nothing really seemed different about Jeremy 

He was another kid, trying to get through middle school with minimal hazards.

and that's why it was okay when he always wore hoodies, and kept his head down when he walked to class

that's why it was okay that he didn't talk much to others

and when he got transfered out of all my classes, it was still okay.

I didn't think much about it, and went on with my regular life

It wasn't untill three months later that I realized something was up

Jeremy was still coming to school, but instead of always hanging alone, a few other guys started to hover towards him

I thought I saw one of them slap him around a little, but I thought that they were just playing around.

Then Jeremy started yelling, I had never head him speak, and he yelled at them, to go away...

They kept at it and started flicking him, out of all things.

I eyed them and turned around, walking away.

Leaving Jeremy to fend for himself.

I should have helped, I should have said something,

I should have noticed when he got transfered out of all my classes,

I should have asked him for reasons,

and on the last day he came to school, I should have realized that he sat in the boys bathroom the whole day, never coming to lunch

I should have... I should have... I should have...

because exactly 2 weeks after this, Jeremy killed himself.