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iHard choices are carved daily  Nothing feels their chill or heat  as their creators, creativity, and consequences. Years and years, by their charm 
In such a reflection-Shows a glimpse of the neglected-Unspoken agendas and desires of perfection-Within thine inner self begins the wrestling-Scattered thoughts lost amidst chaos of time-
Ya Know It's Quite The Ride... !!! The... Journey of Life... !!! Taking In The Sights As Time Flies By... I've Seen Myself Age As My Journey Has Arranged.... My Life To Dismay An Early Grave... !!!
A time or two they had rolled under the bed, through the closets, around in my head. Tired and worn, they had seen so much. Pain, hurt, love, friendship and such.   A time had come to put them to rest,
  Upon birth, a seed of thought is planted And smothered in soil Until its cultivators find That they’re ready to water it,
College is right around the corner IB, AP, everything's all behind me now Tuition and money got real, but how? Childhood gone, adulthood's an order   Gonna be living on my own
In the heart of the Bay Area  There's a lost little girl with a head full of curls And the weight of the world on her shoulders But her story is colder  
They know next to nothing  about my brand of  what they are guessing  about, possibly, though most acknowledge  it is strength.   The internet cannot explain to me 
The True Facts About A Woman And A Man       A woman marries for love, A man marries for sex. A woman is giving, A man is selfish.
Blessed   God opened my eyes this morning rather it is sunny or clouds, I am here to see another day and I am so grateful proud.
Without poetry I would be dead Because I kept hearing voices inside my head No one cared about the pain I carried Everyone would tell me to keep my feelings buried
Wisps of pink streaked through A sky dominated by A glowing red sun  
GRADUATION POEM By: Eric Fraley   Here today Here we sit Class of 2017 Amongst our friends Our fellow classmates
Dear Future Self,
Only yesterday feeling eight or three, But here I am, turning seventeen. So many changes have happened in the past year,
It is painful to see that life is counted by the amount of breathes we take and not by the amount of moments that take our breathe away. The confines of our mind is where we are kept busy with work, school,
Tweleve years old,   that's where it all changed. The blues, the thoughts. Till fourteen I was saved, until the demon walked into my world.   I was left abuse,   I kept quite,
it's not that we are not aware of our individual situations it's just that human nature gets the most out of us  and we let human stubborness lead us we merely choose not to dwell and do something
Myself, Me, and Iall bottled up insideThe thoughts that I thinkthe questions that I askthe search for morefor better, not to quitIt's not enoughWhat I knowI must know more
This water I drink is like a pool. I can feel the residue that I know comes from                                                                        others.  
Baby bird perched unsteadily Stretching its too young wings Run to catch it as it falls But it snaps at your hands Unknowingly To death
Starting college has been pretty fucking hard if I'm going to be honest with you.   Going from straight A's to struggling for C's when I've never had to study before this takes a lot out of me.
Where’s the humility in writing about The perfection of a person without a little doubt That anyone is spotless or ideal honestly, Maybe one or two, but of course there’s me.  
Rusty cat whiskers And I'm lost in the idea of someone else's mind Let me try your head on for size.   Crumbling ceilings And I want to see through your eyes Let me try your head on for size.  
Blue sky, black clouds, Cute pets, hype crowds The many thoughts we have and never speak aloud Good grades, sweet crushes high school sweethearts in they're lucky
Gratitute towards life overwhelms me I go about my day in optimism and curiousity Productivity is the fuel
I hate when people say,“I understand.”When they don’t.Sometimes, when I hear that phrase,I just want to scream:You don’t know me!You don’t know what I’ve been through!You don’t know what I’ve done!
I know I'm not the bestBut I'm not the worstI know that I'm blessed
  The plans the worries the stresses the fears. We all want to smile but some don't know how. The ability was lost some time ago without realizing what we've done to ourselves.
people always want money but shit that's not what i need i dont need a three story house with a huge glaring tv i dont need six figures i just need to figure it out figure out why we're here and what life is about
The Wander is a nomad with a purpose. The Wander walks without fear. I hold my heart close, knowing I can trust the tides of the waters rather than lips. The Wander is free.
I want to go to sleep But never wake up With words so deep My life I reap.   Lying in bed WIth the sheets grasping my head My face turning red Hoping I'd end up dead.  
For Hunter, Priscille, Any, Taylor, Clarissa, David, and Summer Bridge 2014  
I run into an open sky. I watch the sunset and within the orange and pink horizon I see me. I see myself at just 5 years old walking into a new surrounding. I see my teacher anxiously awaiting 
The time we spend with ourselves when living in a community full of so much. The money we try to save towards spending on the next new thing. The work we put into not working at all
I've never been an optimistic person. To me, the glass was always half empty; The sky always gray,
I dream of having a story to give. I’ve never experienced a drive-by shooting, military recruiting, bank looting. I smell car engines polluting, watch students computing, and listen to Justin Timberlake suiting.
I’m so tired 
                                       Sorrow   My heart is slowly breaking into two pieces. Nobody can hear my silent screams to my daddy, telling him to take me home.
Hello. My name is Hunger and, I'm a whore. I think I've seen many of you here before... Allow me to explain.   When the land, kisses the sunlight And, day turns into night,
Doc says I should start writing down my thoughts, Says it might help me to find the root of my problems and in turn, the road to recovery. Well, last night, I let old habits visit me and I woke up,
As the wind blows harder and harder the stem begins to break. Just seconds away from giving out.
  I wish there were something that I could say That could take all your pain away.I wish there were something that I could doTo show you just how much I love you.
The wild outburst of love Led me to times where I endlessly write It was an urge to bring out the emotions That I continuously chose to fight L-o-v-e, a blessing or heartbreak, we all may not retain
About to venture into the world unknown,What will life be like out on my own?To jump out of the plane and dive into the excitement of the world,so many directions I could take sends my mind into a whirl,
It hurts...just like I knew it would. Six months I tried to fight it, To deny it, I didn't want this. I knew there would be pain, But by the end of those six months I couldn't complain.
Leaving the nest, as all good birdies do Can be the best experience too. Flying high on the wind, and low by the water Is the most fun you can find, under the sun growing hotter.
Graduation is coming up soon , we will be graduating in June We have learn so much it's time to let go of the crutch life will not be the same but people will remember your name it's time for us to explore
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