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This was written on a day when I was really upset, so I didn't have to best poetic thoughts... I just wanted to remove the jumble of thoughts out of my head onto paper.

Confusing.
Death
And
Hate.
Can't
Remember.
Why?
To
Panicked
To
Do
More.
I
Have
to
Go!

Last bit of angsty late-night writing.  catharsis, really.

red was her color, red like red 

roses,

red like the blistering blood 

running through her,

red like communist-red,

though none were indicative of her.

[she was more of a daisy,

a devotee of humanity,

a right-winged

bird.]

red, 

scientifically-proven to be 

significantly

more

attractive.

she was red without the color,

a symbol of what it

stood for,

red like streaks on the patriotic flag,

red like a glowing aftermath

of the sun’s lair.

[she was more of a moon who

stood on the edge Read more »

Hi... i'm new here....

if only words could build a person to show how false they were. i would be a person, with abnormally long arms, a wide nose, teeth the color of mustard, hair with rats scurrying around in it, a body the size of a house, and i would probably be holding up a sign saying, "hey. i'm going to be single forever." i would be living proof that words aren't nessecarily true.

Right now,
It's raining out.
Nothing sounds nicer than some music in my ears,
Underneath lots of blankets.
I just wish I could block out the world,
And sleep forever.
Or...at least, until the sun shines again.

So this is extremely different from what I normally write. It always rambles quite a bit, which I'm aware of. But I kind of like it, and I mean every word. So here it is. :)

The first time I said I wanted to write

I said it to someone I knew

She laughed like it was the funniest thing she'd ever heard

And told me that I'd never make any money if I wanted to be a writer

And that it was a very silly idea

I quietly agreed

(At the time Read more »

I wonder what you would think of me

If you could see me now

I wonder what you would think

When you remembered all those times

That you made me cry

That you shouted at me

That you locked me away for hours

Even though I begged to be let out

I wonder what you would think of me

If you could see me standing here

Tall and proud

I wonder what you would think if you could see

This girl standing alongside her friends

Friends

Not minions

Not leaders Read more »

Who cares what you say?  Why do you have to try and destroy me you already have everything. You are so mean, but nothing you say can hurt me I'm untouchable. I know you do this because you wish you were as cool as me. You wish you were me and why pretend otherwise?

Hey,

sorry all my posts have been so emo so far.

but i used depressing songs to write to for two of them.

Wow that wAS a PatHetic poSt.

i lOve ranDom caPitaLizatioN

:-)

We can't without minds-

though we mind that we can't-

and a more learned man would call foolishness scant.

Even as trees grow,

as trees tend to do,

lack of a vision makes the blind man construe.

Akin to a lime,

though sublime as can be,

The arrival of kings brings a peasant to knee.

Hatred and fire

from torches of passion,

mistaken for reverance but lacking in fashion.

They say nobody knows

all the trouble I see, Read more »

 Flame rests on the wick of a white candle. Blow hard enough and wax will splatter over your hand and maybe it will burn, just for one minute, but soon the pain subsides and you're left with sweet smelling wax on your thumb. This is not what you planned for your Wednesday evening, but this is what what decided to happen on your Wednesday evening. When you told them you couldn't hang out tonight you gave the reason that it was a school night, when in fact, you do not care that it is a school night. You are not angry with anyone, but you are angry. You are a teenager, so you think that this is probably to be expected, as you are not angry very often. Read more »

Lies.

They are a part of life, that is true.

But that doesn't mean we have to like it.

Flight.

Thump.

The greatest miracle.

Swish.

The world chose me

Thump.

To be it's savior.

Swish.

I

Thump.

am

Swish.

a

Thump.

bird.

Swish.

CAW!

It's been a while since I've seen an airplane
soaring through the skies
in centrifugal motions,
swirl
swirl
swirl.

I used to wave at airplanes,
sore my arm just for a little
bit of acknowledgement.
I always thought people could
see me in them,
gaze out of the oval windows and
see a little girl.
I always thought they would wave
back and smile,
but I just couldn't see them. Read more »

Shes the girl who
wears a smile through the pain.
Everything shes ever been through
is hidden in her veins.
Shes not crazy, she just wants it all
to go away. All the memories and out of
all of it theres nothing to gain.
Shes got her hand at her side waiting for
the right, to speak her mind.
Well heres her chance and shes doing this
Unprotected.

So I'd like to introduce you to something that I call my mind. It's nonexistant sometimes, but other times it will take over my whole being and control me. I know this sounds like I'm bipolar, but I'm not. I'm just like you. You know those moments when you try to calm yourself and clear your head and think of nothing? Most people have trouble with that because as human beings, we are curious and about our surroundings and the world and the most importent question that we can't seem to figure out the answer to, WHY!? Why do we like music? Why is space expanding? Why do we live? Read more »

C: Is that the "I'm going to park it" face? I can't see it from upside down.
A: Yes. And this is the "I made it without falling" face.
M: This is the "I can't write crap" face.
M2: C-R-A-P...
C: I think that anyone can write crap...
A: Or write with crap...Fingerpaint...
C: DING! Read more »

Anonymous

By Dylan Rick

Chelsea Public School 7th Grade

We sing in the sky

anonymous you and I

you swim in the sea

anonymous me

anonymous you and I

you sing in the shower, I smell a flower

anonymous you and I

I sail the you

anonymous me

you sail in goo

anonymous you

I sail around

the anonymous hound

anonymous you and I

I go out deep

and you start to weep

anonymous you and I

we sing in the sky

anonymous you and I

Anonymous

By Dylan Rick

Chelsea Public School 7th Grade

We sing in the sky

anonymous you and I

you swim in the sea

anonymous me

anonymous you and I

you sing in the shower, I smell a flower

anonymous you and I

I sail the you

anonymous me

you sail in goo

anonymous you

I sail around

the anonymous hound

anonymous you and I

I go out deep

and you start to weep

anonymous you and I

we sing in the sky

anonymous you and I

OKay, I wrote this on the bus on the way home from the VMEA festival. So pardon the roughness of it. Tell me what you think, please. It's inspired by the music video for a song called Amaranth by Nightwish. I'll link it here.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GdZn7k5rZLQ&feature=related Read more »

I woke up early july morning feeling a trembling pain run course through my spine.
"what the hell is going on"? i asked myself.
Slowly i arose from bed, ready to ignore the pain and get ready for a busy day of school. Maybe one of my friends or even teachers know what's going on with me. I scrounged through my cabinits loking for at least a hint of cereal or something to munch on for breakfast. Nothing but the empty shelves. I gave a sigh and head out my door feeling pitiful. I opened the doorway of my house, not long until my two friends Cerese and Katelyn jumped on my back. Read more »

I woke up early july morning feeling a trembling pain run course through my spine.
"what the hell is going on"? i asked myself.
Slowly i arose from bed, ready to ignore the pain and get ready for a busy day of school. Maybe one of my friends or even teachers know what's going on with me. I scrounged through my cabinits loking for at least a hint of cereal or something to munch on for breakfast. Nothing but the empty shelves. I gave a sigh and head out my door feeling pitiful. I opened the doorway of my house, not long until my two friends Cerese and Katelyn jumped on my back. Read more »

should I?

Should I press the

little button

on the glowing screen of my computer?

its taunting me

to click it.

If I did press that harmless little button

I could ruin your life,

but probably not.

but I could

ruin your life

without that little buttons help

I could make your life

into Hell

but I wouldn't do that.

Beep.

but apparently

you would.

Stephen King on the shelf.
I really like that zebra print bag with the red handles.
It is so gloomy looking outside.
This classroom is full of weird pictures.
This computer is to bulky.
I'm so happy the Renaissance fair is over.
I probably look really stupid with this hat on over my short hair and this fleecy Mickey Mouse sweatshirt.
I can't wait for Alice in Wonderland to come out!!
I love Michael Jackson, I really wish I could have gotten that stand up poster of him I saw at Newbury Comics.
Shane Dawson is hysterical!
Hehe I am so random. . . .

I am a porcupine.
I have quills that are long and sharp.
I am a porcupine.
I could never really play a harp.

I am a porcupine.
I lumber through the woods.
I am a porcupine.
And I climb trees like I should

I am am emu bird.
I run around and squawk.
I am an emu bird.
I can balance on a block.

I am an emu bird.
I run where ever needed.
I am an emu bird.
And can't wait 'til I get feed...ed.

I am a kitten cat.
I have fluffy all around me.
I am a kitten cat.
The smallest things seem to astound me.

I am a kitten cat.
I mew and jump and play. Read more »

I had the surprise of my life when I opened my closet door, expecting to find a messy pile of dirty laundry, dresses hung neatly, and shoes lining the back wall. Instead my closet opened up into a whole different world. There were ninjas fighting Quee Elizabeth riding a seahorse, jets flying about with surfers riding on top. One started to fall but caught himself on the wing, only to be hit sencomds later by the wing of a teradactyl. He fell into a pool of Jello. The whole closet was eluminated by a deep purple light, this light was coming from the mouth of a huge, slobbery, purple monster. Read more »