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As I sat there, watching the slapping, rolling, pounding of the waves, and the ocean stretching upon the shore I began to wonder what would happen if I'd done something a little differently,
  I stand at a crossroads Who am I? Who do I wish I was? Who do I want to become?   In three weeks Four days
Feet on ground Feet on snow Snow is slick Feet are feeble Feeble blocks Blocks of brick Bricks are broken
      Release me     You taught me how to turn ideas into sentences  Showed me how to get a gold star from my teachers
It’s a good thing there is a such thing as family Because family makes everything better It’s less lonely with them And you’ve a place to go
As I ran towards the water and my feet were met with salty splashes of the ocean, 
Tall palm trees shimmy in the soft breeze,  Standing tall like soilders, Guarding the colossal college walls. Daunting yet appealing waves wash over me,  As my bold reflection stares back at me,
Quiet No more giggles No more laughs Alone in my world I found myself fast From CA to GA In my own little bubble
Being a kid was elementary Inviting everyone to your anniversary A couple of passes for being fussy A few free passes for being bratty   Branching off to a new school Power went to those who were cool
Sticks and stones may break my bones But words will never hurt me, Is what they told me long ago But now I find that it averts me.  
When I was Five, I was lively and carefree At Ten, I was ready to take on the world Sixteen and Seventeen Made me feel so grown up
A small town near the ocean is what I first called home.I remember my mother, my sisters, and my father.I remember the laughter & cheer, the fights & tears.I remember father.
As a child, golf was a mental and physical drain, The course a nemesis, the ball my enemy. Some tournaments ended in cheers, some with tears, Anger showed up at every hole, inhibiting my progress.  
The kid that was the king,It was really quite the thing,He ran about without a doubt that what he was doing was great.Movies raised him and kiddies praised him making him a king,They’d scream and shout for this little sprout making him the king.Th
i. Two rivers, either side of the road. Content in their currents. Side By Side. ii. Confluence; the junction of two rivers.
Nothing ever stays Everything changes Ever so slightly Daily and nightly In simple ways Sometimes in one simple change.   Discovering new passions You start askin'
10th grade includes panic attacks in the bathroom 10th grade involves fake laughter at rude jokes 10th grade includes the first trip to a therapist  She feels upset.
growing was slow, then sudden like tectonic plates drawing near, then clicking together, leaving a trail of collapsed buildings in its wake-
Death lurks on every doorstep.Waiting to be let inside. This time my grandpa was his quarry.Before it was my dad and grandma. This time was different,This time I was different.
When you make salad With the same ingredients Every single night For your parents   You don’t always think Cutting off carrot tops
The night you put your hands on me, I knew I was not a kid anymore. All of the fights and arguments ringing through my ears. The stinging of your hands against my skin. The bruises and pain left behind.
You grow a little bit number every year. You grow a little bit more tired every year (are you alright?).
Nobody seems to care But I felt like I should share   I was at the ripe age of ten My parents were fighting again   I had to grow up fast  Even though they never asked  
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Childhood It’s a beautiful stage. So innocent No need to worry about identity.   What happens If you never have An identity?
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Childhood It’s a beautiful stage. So innocent No need to worry about identity.   What happens If you never have An identity?
The day I relized I was growing up My dolls were not of intrest Schooling got hard But most of all  I start worrying about the future I start appling for college I relized that childhood was over 
It be like that You recognize you hear more than you see That life is fraught with He said she said
“You’re not a baby anymore.” This was something I grew up hearing. “You’re not a baby anymore.”
Seeing your parents kiss every day, happy, proud of what their growing babies are capable of Remember that?
Sitting at the edge of the warm, welcoming bed Watch the shadows creep their way under to door. Those fearful eyes, latching at their nonexistent movement
Grow(i)n(g) Up The day I turned 18, I announced my independence from my parents. I’m a grown up, I say to them. They nod in agreement.
  The day I turned 18, I announced my independence from my parents. I’m a grown up, I say to them. They nod in agreement.
Paternal Nicotine   A man I sit next to in class is cologned with the smell of cigarette It has been so long since I was this close to the aroma of burnt nicotine
Swing sets and sand castles All tied as one memory One single drop of rain was All it took to make me smile And now it takes a lifetime To make me crack a grin Maybe I'm too old for games and toys.
When I was a child I tried to live in a dome, I couldn’t fathom the convoluted questions of life, I placed myself inside a pretty pink bubble, Where only happiness, peace, and butterflies live,
I am crawling On a rope Each inch I pass I find joy and hope There are knots that interrupt And people that judge But a mysterious force pushes me so I never stop One day I passed a mark
These are the baby teeth you forgot about the pieces of you that you don't remember  the sweetness of your innocence the roots of your upbringing  that passed by in rollerskates and scraped knees
Where I’m From To Where I’m Going ---Leilah Reina Gilbert   * Inspired by Where I’m From by George ella Lyon*  
Mirrors, They reflect. They reflect on the natural appearance of being human, being real, Of being alive, of being loved. Sometimes they show us what we don’t like to see.
I had a dream once that turned to nightmares   right after seeing it with clarity  
*crayola, i painted with the colors of the wind*Daytona, a place where I long to live*ribbons, down my back*Lowering class rank, cut me some slack*nesquik, got milk today?*Sparkling , the bitter water that I take*long hair, braided into oblivion*O
The handheld time capsule which I grasped ever so tightly greatly captivated me My train of memory couldn’t replenish the tracks that lie
Maybe I knew I was a little older When I stopped playing pretend When Disney Channel became a little less funny When dressing up for Halloween stopped being cool    Maybe I knew I was older
Stepdaddy never showed up for my birthday party even though Momma called. He didn’t show up at the hospital when Grandpa couldn’t estimate my carbs. He never showed up again
Wake up After a night of tossing and turning My bright blue clock reads 6 in the morning Two hours I slept Stress? Kept My room is a mess
Wake up After a night of tossing and turning My bright blue clock reads 6 in the morning Two hours I slept Stress? Kept My room is a mess
"kaylin" they say "she" they say "girl" they call me for as long as i can remember i have never felt right. pretending, posturing, deceiving, decaying decoy from the inside out, the girlchild
when I was little I wanted to grow up I wanted to decorate my face with colorful makeup When I was little  I wanted to get a job until I started to realize  everybody is a snob
when I was little I wanted to grow up I wanted to decorate my face with colorful makeup When I was little  I wanted to get a job until I started to realize  everybody is a snob
I’m sitting in my car Steering wheel in my sight My car is parked I’m waiting for my sister to come outside It’s weird that I’m the driver That I’m even old enough to drive
I did not know who I was There were things I enjoyed But none took up much more than my peripheral- I was fixated on how and when I would leave.   One day, he walked into my room-
Nadir.   My body leaves large craters in the depths of my bed sheets My blankets cradle me They´d protect me like a fathers locked arms in a teary child's eyes
I was her and she was me.   The girl who ran around the backyard, Emotions on her sleeve. The girl who loved scarlet macaws, And wearing princess pink.   I was her and she was me.  
I’m not a kid anymore My school no longer has a playground That has a slide as long as the hallway to the door I’m not a kid anymore
I remember when i was a kid I couldn't wait to grow up Then suddenly, i was growing up I realized this when i had to start taking the ACT I’m growing up
At 5,I was sprinting at their walking pace wanting every moment to come as fast as it could sprinting At 10, I was running, new experiences were happening I had all the time in the world
I thought this would be so much easier. I had no idea what I was in for. When I volunteered to go to a search-and-rescue training, I never realized how much responsibility, Or how much dedication would be needed.
I'm stuck I'm stuck in a place where forward is scary and the backwards is full of hurt. Where do I go?  There's a little baby sitting next to me on the plane,
A part of growing up, is opening up. Even if that means, I've given you my all, and in return, a pity text.
Stormy weather comes with the lighting that flashes, but never strikes The thunder that cracks, but inevitably fades The wind that pushes, and almost wins The rain that drenches, and weighs her down slightly
They say glow up Hurry to grow up But I cry out slow down I never want to leave town My life has been grand A dream but on land Little did I know growing didn't have to mean slowing
They say glow up Hurry to grow up But I cry out slow down I never want to leave town My life has been grand A dream but on land Little did I know growing didn't have to mean slowing
I used to spend hours on end perfecting the recipe To a mud pie. Garnished with leaves, sunbaked to a crisp. A gourmet cuisine of ignorance
I used to spend hours on end perfecting the recipe To a mud pie. Garnished with leaves, sunbaked to a crisp. A gourmet cuisine of ignorance
Smiling away Stuck in a cycle Earning their pay The same expressions recycled A feel of dull colors No escape from the future A mirage of numbers Where is the humor?  
One moment That was all it took For the realization to settle That I would never be a child anymore   It happened in the bathroom In front of the mirror When I couldn't see myself
It started out with just the little things, things you don't notice until someone points it out. "Hey, you've grown" they might say, or you suddenly realize none of your clothes fit.  
The last year of middle school when so many things changed The year I truely grew up and had to change The year I joined the high school marching band and made new friends
Birthday,  Big Day, I'm no longer a girl Day.    Women's Day, But in the middle of July.    Two days later, she's dead  I'm here.  Waiting for my turn, wondering  
When I was younger I was afraid of growing up I didn’t like the thought of Getting wrinkles, Sunspots, Grey Hair;
When I was younger I was afraid of growing up I didn’t like the thought of Getting wrinkles, Sunspots, Grey Hair;
I handle stress, chaos, and failure quite well When I see damage, I solve it then dwell I can’t do it on my own It’s scary out in the world
I once was young So clean and pure Innocent thoughts flew through my head Like the airplanes far above But one thing scared me and kept me down I saw how my friends changed
Time is a powerful concept that we live our lives by. Even before we are born we have our lives mapped out and have a deadline to accomplish our goals.
I woke up in this world Thinking it’s free Think it’s for me But is it really? They told me “you’ll understand when your older” I don’t really get that
what do these eyes see? do they see the color of the snow  in front of you? what do these eyes see? do they see the blush on my cheek  due to cold? what do these wide eyes see?
Our monsters used to live under the bed, sparkly and purple “they’re not real,” we said Life was safe, monsters were fantasy,
  I went bowling with my mom once. It was 10 o’clock on a Saturday night in the middle of September. I think this was the first time we’d went bowling in about 9 years, but
Little girl, please stay little forever, But Little girl I need you to understand that your daddy doesn’t care about you Little girl you knew he wouldn’t show up just like last time
Do you remember Life as a child? What it was like To be free and wild?   Do you remember Dinner with family at the table? Looking at you parents' love
I lived my life in the shadows Always afraid to find myself I've cried rivers and oceans Ignored my heart and played the part Victim to my deepest fears
Halfway Outta High School Frozen in time, lost in a drift Preserved by strong resolve alone As the wind blows you fail to shift Instead of paper, you're a stone   I lack this constant qaulity 
I bury you with all the other girls.The other mistakes,the other regrets and rejects,I bury you nine feet below the ground,covering you in grains of dirt composed ofapologies and excuses.
I wanted to be like him Live like him act like him it seemed so far to be able to reach that bar I got what I wanted but in a different way   I fell under his wing
fully embrace every moment every experience every leap of faith keep yourself on your toes.  learn to love the butterflies in your stomach grasp the fact that when you grow up… wait, that’s a myth. 
The Palace pier heaves with souls licking at the dark cloud squall laden sky, a house whose haunted cries beckon the inner child
Dear Sister,   When you were born I remember receiving A bright red camera I remember Clutching it close
To all the windows I have looked through, You do me such a service, and yet, I never say thank you. So thank you. You've seen me through growing pains, From baby teeth to wisdom teeth, 
To the 8-year old mePlaying hide-n-go-seekNo, stay in this closetBe quiet, don’t speak. To the 8-year old meI’ll whisper in your earYou need to hear thisI’ll whisper, they won’t hear. To the 8-year old meCurled up in a ballI️ want you to realizeTh
I used to use you as a shelter warm, When the night was dark and silent to me, So then I could drown out the sounds of storm; You were my comfort against the fruit tree. As I grew older, I stopped needing you
Dear Beautiful, I never thought we would come this far, How we could go from strangers to sisters. The way I can sense when you are unstable or confused,
A good time was once eating frozen waffles at Emily's until four a.m.A good time was once walking to the middle school during the early hours of the morningA good time used to be hours of Runescape
Once upon a life There was no hate There was no anger, no hassle There was no squabble, no wrangle There was only peace Once upon a life There was laughter There was happiness and comfort
Summer is what kids want, but don't need We want summer because without school we feel freed Yet as we continue to grow And my tears begin to flow I'll miss it so. But when we become teens
The lifeless walls Of the   Rising elevator carrying Nothing   Save for a Pair   Of nervous Smiles
The ocean is tricky, and messy, and vast.  The ocean has no idea of the past,  the ocean can be cruel in this way;  it'll never remember the words that you say
And so it began, back then. I close my eyes, remember, I dream, I forget. Swirling though this space encased with brittle bone. Wanders the essence of myself,
It took a year To learn more than I could have in the other sixteen.  It took a year For me to accept that you can outgrow people As you outgrow clothing:
Behind old eyes I see A boy, once young and free Whose laughter rang Who danced and sang Who smiled back as me   Behind old ears I hear The sounds of passing years And yet somehow
Tick Tock by Taicha Morin   Tick Tock Round goes the clock September was my last first day of high school At the bus stop Tick Tock
I wear leather jackets like armor. I despise other people’s opinions, especially if they’re “wrong.” I’m my parent’s dream child, but nightmares are dreams too.
A year ago, / I would've smiled. / I would've nodded along / and said all was fine.   A year ago, / I would've cried / from laughing too hard / and trying too much.  
Hear my screams, watch me cry Feed me, Mama See my truth, I tell no lie Believe me, Mama See my struggles, help me strive Relieve me, Mama Give me space, let me try Free me, Mama  
Life is like a revolving door, minutes to days to years and more. At first it's new, pure, and full of love; flying around and free as a dove.
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