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My heart could not imagine, What people must go through, At the loss of a loved one, That is one of which I could not bear, As I even think of the possibility of losing any of the people I hold dear, I burst into tears, My head says it is not so, But my heart will not listen, My eyes are red, And my cheeks are rosy, As the wet drops of pain roll down my face, Then I sober up, Listening to my head and realize it is not so, If this is what I am like thinking about it, How could I bare the real thing? Yes, I know that they would go to a better place, But how could I watch them stare death in the face? When I was younger I always wanted to be t

I can taste the cleanliness of the air, As the fresh crisp breeze blows through each of my being, It calms me, I forget of the world today, Thinking of only what the world is not, Peaceful, Calm, Untroubled, It is as if I am somewhere I never once was, Gone

Oceans of Nightmares, Clouds full of tears, Trembling or laughter, What’s far and what’s near, To look in the closet, Or to not move at all, With the gloomy dark presents, That crept up on the wall, With all of my trembling and holding back tears, With it I have found, There is nothing to fear.

I could cry a million tears, Or scream a million screams, But I can’t I’ve got to be strong, For you and for me, I could yell at a person who hurt me, But I can’t, that’s wrong, it was just a mistake, I could run away for good, and never come back, But I couldn’t, I can’t, I’d chase myself back, I could steal or cheat, But why would I do that? It’s wrong, And all I would do is give it all back, I work for what I have, And pray for who I meet, I am strong for people I love, And dust off my own feet, I believe in what is right, And discourage what is wrong, I would never take part, For that

Some people think different is bad. Some think it’s good. Some think it’s creepy. And for some people, they should. For me I think its my way of expressing myself. Some hate it. Some don’t. Some love it. Most say they won’t. Everyone’s different. So why can I not be me? Is it I’m too shy? Or to humiliating to say? Or mabee I’ll be made fun of. For the rest of my days. What do I care? I can be who I want. No person or thing, Could tell me I’m not. They couldn’t tell me I’m not funny, Or laugh at my face, They couldn’t tell me I’m annoying, Cause I’m not, I’

Alone Being alone is hard to explain, It is as if there’s an ice cold rain, One that paralyzes my heart not to sing, My heart wants to speak, But my mouth says no, For nothing I could say would lighten my load, Am I shy? Or afraid to be seen, My eyes quickly turn, With my senses so keen, I could hear a pen drop, Or watch a fly buzz around, And count how many seconds before it touches the ground, My world is like a movie, But only from one scene, The scene of the lonely girl, Who has nothing, But a king

Algebra Irrational, Rational, I really don’t care, All I know is math is so unfair, Who cares about ratios? Or even percent’s, And those math equations don’t give you a chance, To find the volume of a cylinder, this and that, We’ll all those numbers leave me flat, Everyday math is here, Oh, I don’t think I can even stand ONE more year. P.S.: Hey Y stop askin me to find your X she’s not comin back.

13 Not 5 hours a day but 24/7, I am 13 but born to be 11, No more friends, Because they change, Cause now everyone is acting strange,

Teen Titans: My story Part 1 Setting: Titans Tower   Time: 6:00a.m. Date: May 1st, Thursday   Beast Boy: Raven! Do you have my new SuperTerrestrialBlasters video game!? Raven: No. (She says in a cold and uncaring voice)  Why would I have your stupid video game?! Beast Boy: I don’t know, maybe to get back at me for putting cheese in your shoes! (Raven’s eyes turn black as she uses her powers to fling Beast Boy to the other side of the room.) (Raven turns and looks at Beast Boy) Raven: I told you I didn’t take it! (Beast Boy gets up from where he was thrown and sits on the Titans couch. Where Robin is sitting playing a vide

Dreaming? There is a world where I go in my sleep, I have not yet to count any sheep, Where encountered many things, As I take them all in, This sometimes is nowhere to begin, To overcome many fears, For many reasons I have shed many tears, But sometimes when I am still awake, I can’t tell the difference between darkness and day, In Fantasy and Reality, I have encountered many things, Most of the time they just feel the same, Who am I to tell what’s real and what’s not, I just place myself in that spot, My feelings feel real when I am asleep, My heart can be broken, Or tranquil with peace, I know nothing if today wa