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Current mood: working
Category: Pets and Animals

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Some idle thoughts
Current mood: thoughtful

All in all, I'm not a huge fan of the high school years. So often people are heard saying that they are the best years you will ever live; the time before the worries of bills, and a six day work week. I may be bias because I am in somewhat of a transitional stage between the two, as I am in college and working part-time. However, It seems to me that high school is a time when the world is laid on one's sholders. One must delve within one's self and pull out the person they are to become, all while having the pressures of family bearing down, friends demanding one's time, and the school work that will inevitably procure one's future. I myself spent my high school years feeling as if I were in a well-constructed prison; no one being able to see the walls yet me unable to scale them. Now that I have broken free of those walls, I am watching my brother going through the same thing and cannot help but feel a strong sense of empathy tward the boy. My step-father is having a hard time coping with the reality that before he knows it, his son will be graduating high school, going on to college and inevitably leaving the nest. This has instilled a great need in my step-father to spend as much time as humanly possible with my little brother. While this bonding time is a key component to raising a child, my brother is fighting it tooth and nail; just as I did with my father. Fathers and parents in general do this because they love and care for their children, and yet it seems as though it is a never-ending battle; eventually ending in a stalemate. Parents finally realize that no matter how much quality time is spent, their children will still go forth and forge a life of their own. Thus enabling parents to treat their kids as the adults they will become. In the same way, high school students grow to realize that though it's not always easy to understand, parents usually do what they do because they love and want the best for their children. High school is an essensial time for one to learn who they are, how they deal with stress, and how to love a well-meaning family. That does not mean that it is easy. Quite to the contrary it one of the most grueling tasks a teenager is asked to survive through.      "There's a big world out there. Bigger than prom, bigger than high school, and it won't matter if you were the prom queen or the quarterback of the football team or the biggest nerd. Find out who you are and try not to be afraid of it."

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another poem
Category: Writing and Poetry

Adue

Good luck my friend
in all you do
I feel it is time
For my adue

the memories we made
I'll never forget
To you I'll always
feel in debt

each chapter in life
make amazing and true
I hope you find joy
in all that you'll do

Good luck my friend,
Adue, adue...

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Fading Fast
Current mood: awake
Category: Writing and Poetry

Fading Fast

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I Hate The Way You Loved Me
Current mood: awake
Category: Writing and Poetry

I Hate The Way You Loved Me

I hate the way you loved me,

I hate the way you cared,

I hate the things you said,

And the amazing way we faired.

I hate the way you loved me,

I hate the way you were always near,

I hate the way you danced with me,

And whispered sweet nothings in my ear.

I hate the way you loved me,

I hate the way you trusted,

I hate the way you held me,

I hate the romantic nights we shared.

But most of all,

Most of all,

I hate the way

I don't really hate you at all...

By: Me

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Taken Away
Current mood: awake
Category: Writing and Poetry

Taken Away

So many things,

Left unsaid and undone.

No more time,

For games and fun.

Taken so quickly,

No time for goodbyes,

Lying here,

As your body dies.

Family and friends weep,

As they stand at the sidelines,

How could you not,

Have seen the signs?

Time goes on,

And people forget.

You wonder if,

He's gone to jail yet.

You've become a statistic,

A life thrown away.

All because,

Of a drunk gone astray.

By: Me

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Just Running Far Enough
Current mood: awake
Category: Writing and Poetry

Just Running Far Enough

Tears fall down like rain,

And slowly wash away the pain.

I may have been weak,

But at least I'll find the relief that I seek.

I never told you a lie,

But now I say goodbye.

Slowly I walk away,

Hoping we'll be friends someday.

Can't make me feel bad,

Even though you may be mad.

It hurts me to surmise,

All the hurt I see in your eyes.

Just running far enough,

Still knowing life can be tough.

Escaping from the fighting,

To this simple writing.

By: Me

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Tears of Ice
Current mood: awake
Category: Writing and Poetry

Tears of Ice

Tears of ice run down my face,

Too cold to stick as they shatter the memories.

Memories of love, laughter, and life.

A life with purpose,

A man and his wife.

A wife that loved him,

A daughter distraught,

As these tears of ice shatter to find what they've saught.

Peace

By: Me

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Gone
Current mood: awake
Category: Writing and Poetry

Gone

It starts with a discussion,

A disagreement,

A fight.

All you know is that you hate it when they yell.

Mommy is saying,

Yelling,

Threatening,

That she will go somewhere far away.

Where is she going?

To grandma's house,

To auntie's house,

Or maybe somewhere much further.

Did you do something?

You'll promise to be good.

You'll do anything,

As long as mommy gets out of the car.

Daddy's running after her,

Yelling,

Crying,

Begging mommy to come back.

Your mind is wracked with confusion,

Guilt,

Fear.

Daddy has come back now.

He tells you mommy has left,

Gone,

Disappeared.

You see the hurt in his eyes.

You close your eyes willing it to disappear,

To fade,

To go away.

You wish to leave this all behind.

Slowly you open your eyes,

Ten years have gone by,

And you still cannot forget,

The day your mommy left.

By: Me

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That Special Someone
Current mood: awake
Category: Writing and Poetry

That Special Someone

When you're with me,

You hold me tight.

In the darkness,

You are a light.

A beautiful light,

That brightens my day.

You're always smiling,

In that special way.

You make me laugh,

And you just have fun.

When hanging with you,

Till the day is done.

Your beautiful eyes,

I love to see.

They seem to sparkle,

Just like the sea.

The memories we make,

I hold dear.

I'll treasure them forever.

I'll keep them near.

Now this poem,

I must end.

I hope you see the love,

Its meant to send.

By: Me

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