Apr 12
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To Be Here For You

Tears drip
Lip quivers
Eyes show pain she will not word

As much as it hurts her
It stabs me
To see her cry

I want to hunt them down
Scream at them for what they've done
For hurting her

But instead
I take her hand, squeeze it tight
Hold her close

Because while I would go to the ends of the earth
To protect her
She needs me here right now
 
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Posted: 04.12.19
Apr 12
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The January Rain

My bangs hang in my face,
sticking to my skin in sweat
and poking at my eyelids.
There's a burning in my throat
like when you swallow chlorine
and accidentally breathe it in,
but it's a dry feeling
like when you're so scared
that you forget to swallow.
My eyes feel impossible to pry
as though they've been masked,
but I peek through my lashes
to see the room around me.
My tank light is on
and my closet door is open.
There's someone standing there.
They know I'm awake.
They can feel my fear.
It's everywhere and they can feel it.
It’s a cold January night
and it’s storming outside.
I can’t remember the last time
it rained in January.
I pull my covers closer,
feel my toes poke out from the blankets
and recoil them back to safety.
The rain pounds harder.
It sounds like rocks against my roof.
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Posted: 04.12.19
Apr 11
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Crosswalk

We forget every day to wear
shoes out of the house, especially 
when it is warm
and the sun drips from the sky 
like an overripe mango.

We no longer look both ways
before we cross the street,
or while
or after. 

We are too eager,
too care-free,
too much "go"
and not enough "slow".

"Hold my hand," he says as if I trust him,
as if I ever could. 
"Yes," is not an option anymore. 

We are own obnoxious warning signs. 
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Posted: 04.11.19
Apr 11
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Behind the Flowers

Apr 11
visual 2 comments challenge: Post Your Art & Photos!

Vacation In Florida

Apr 11
poem 1 comment challenge: Awakening

Joy

Bare apple branches give way to buds as they cast brilliant white blossoms, 
replacing the starch iciness of winter,
Begining the rebirth of spring, and spreading 
the unfailing joy of new life over the land.
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Posted: 04.11.19
Apr 11
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Family Secrets

“Hi Mom , how are you?”

”I’m good.Can you go get the old books from the basement? Your grandpa wanted them.”

I wonder why Grandpa  wanted the old books. I have never seen him read before. Maybe he wants to add more books to the library.

I go down to the basement . I am trying  to find the box of books, but just as I am looking around I spot the box. On top of the box there is an  ancient notebook. I go to grab it, but just then I hear my mom open the door.

“Hi, Dad . Come in and have a seat.I made banana bread.Do you want some?”Mom  says.

“Yes of course, I want some. Can you pack some for your mother? She loves your banana bread.”

¨It’s grandpa.He’s here for the books.¨
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Posted: 04.11.19
Apr 11
visual 1 comment challenge: Post Your Art & Photos!

Think

Apr 11
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I Chose Red

Student work by Katelyn Brown, grade 12, Danville School.
Mixed media.

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Posted: 04.11.19
Apr 11
fiction 1 comment challenge: Photo-9 Swings
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Kind of Pregame

We decided to go to the park after school and wait out our time until the party tonight. It was Elizabeth, Sam and Tony and I. We had already drained all our energy that day running around the park playing freeze tag and hide n seek so we decided to relax on the swings. I love this friend group. There are no quarrels. There are no conflicts. And there is no drama. We're just a group of buddies trying to live our best lives. Elizabeth is a middle class ladylike woman who is probably the cleanest and most proper of us all. Sam is a tomboy. I wouldn't mess with her. She lives fairly well, but her family isn't exactly wealthy. She lives in a low income family and is probably the toughest of us all. She's joining the military when she graduates. And Tony, he's a jock. But not a normal jock. Tony is a total geek and very booksmart. He likes magic the gathering, pokemon, lord of the rings, all that traditional geeky stuff. He's also quite popular and a very outgoing, positive guy.
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Posted: 04.11.19
Apr 11
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Who I Am

That’s me,
second from the right,
the one awkwardly scratching her chin,
the one spacing out so far
Major Tom couldn’t pull me back in.
I'm the one who’s not swinging,
or texting, or chatting.
But I’m with my friends, and they don’t care
if I’m shy and reserved,
or that I’m awkward in public.
They bring me with them,
just because they like to have me around.
They like my company.
I listen to their problems,
not because I'm too anxious to tell them mine,
but because I care.
But also because I’m too anxious that if I start,
I might never stop.
Same reason I choose not to swing.
So scared of how a tiny bit of relief will feel,
that I never want it to happen.
I’m like the Eeyore of the group.
I may not be the happiest person in the world,
but that doesn’t matter,
because my friends love me
for who I am
with social anxiety
and all of my quirks.
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Posted: 04.11.19
Apr 11
poem 1 comment challenge: Awakening
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Rose

As winter ends, and the snow begins to melt, 
I prepare to show myself. 

I start as a seed, the size of a freckle. 
With the perfect amount of water, 
and a little sunlight, I begin to sprout.
Small leaves show as my stem grows.
I am surrounded by bleeding hearts,
And forget-me-nots that are barely identifiable.

And then I truly begin to blossom.
My stem grows past the forget-me-nots,
Past the bleeding hearts,
Past every other flower in the garden.
Until I'm 100 feet above the ground. 

I am a giant rose, surrounded by infinite colors. 
I stand taller than the man that planted me, 
Taller than the house he built with his wife,
Taller than the hill that sits in the background.
I sway with the wind, afraid to fall all the way down.

Still, I am stable. 
Still, I am powerful. 
And through it all, I remain a seed.
The size of a freckle.


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Posted: 04.11.19
Apr 11
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San Diego Skyline

Student work by Cassandra Pastula, grade 12, Danville School.
Acrylic on paper.


 
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Posted: 04.11.19
Apr 11
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Capture: Click!


Student work by Trinity DeMasi, grade 12, Danville School.
Chalk on paper.

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Posted: 04.11.19
Apr 10
poem 3 comments

Look beyond the pain

I’m sorry
I’m sorry for the broken heart you have tucked away
I’m sorry for your sunken soul and saddened face
I’ll stand beside you anyways
Even if you want to be locked away for forever
Even if you are convinced you are never going to get better
Because you will
My pain could never account to the heartbreak you have felt
Even if it was multiplied by a million
I can’t even imagine
But I will stand by you, your faithful friend
Who will be the crutch for your blackened heart
Because if you fill your scars with ashes
It will just tear you apart
And the tears I have cried could never account to the weight of your secrets
The weight of your pain
The weight of your emptiness
I’m sorry for your loss
But we are only 12, aren’t we?
Our whole life ahead of us
Wear your scars on your sleeve
Because sometimes they can fuel your triumphs
Look beyond your pain
I know you can do it.
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Posted: 04.10.19

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