Harold R
Two messy beds that rarely get made, a tv remote that is slick and black. A room that smells like cologne and berries. The fan always loud and obnoxious. The fuzzy carpet that's a light brown. The adults arguing over politics drowning out the tv. The restless wind that blows me back when I jog outside. The taste of the ice cream from Mr Freeze on a hot summer day. The feel of a shower on your back after a long day of playing with friends. The feel of shampoo going down your body. The feel of safeness when getting into bed. The sense of calmness when entering the rem stage of sleep. The state of shock when your parent turns the light on and says "Get ready for school!". The anguish of getting out of bed and getting your clothes on to go to school. The feeling of happiness seeing your friends come to the bus stop. The feeling of getting to school knowing it's gonna be harder than than last year. That's the feeling.
Anonymous
If you always try your best
Then you’ll never have to wonder
About what you could have done
If you’d summoned all your thunder
And if your best
was not as good
As you hoped it would be,
You still could say
“I gave today all that I had in me”
Anonymous
Sometimes poems
f
a
l
l
like leaves into my open hands
and are pressed, intact,
preserved in my notebook,
impossibly vibrant flames.
Sometimes they
ex
p l o d e
like briefcases overstuffed
with money in a gale,
and I grasp
at what I can,
feeling for the meaning they
held, never knowing it all,
and send them fluttering
into the air,
carrier pigeons
that find you,
and do not come back.
Paige S
All of us are unique.
Why would some call us “freaks”?
Why do they see us as strange
When they know there is no way we can change?
Is it because they are filled with hate
And see hurting others as something great?
Or do they wish they were like us
And since they’re not, they make a fuss?
No one knows really for sure
Why these people do what they do.
But, they are just not worth your time
If they don’t like that you are you.
Anonymous
The Darkest sky
Black as night
For what it hides
Becomes a fright
For when its day
The creatures lay
For the shadows lurk
Concealed with a smirk
For even when hidden
The sun will shine
They will be forbidden
And lost in time
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