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A switch is what it’s like between me and you. One day you’re turned on and I’m off. What should I do?    You scream so loud to try n’ get through
  I don’t need to put up with it.  Yet I do. She doesn’t deserve to make me feel like nothing 100% of the time.  Yet she does. She doesn’t deserve me. 
The day I blossomed from my mother's womb I had two blue eyes, ten pudgy fingers, ten tiny toes, And 300 bones. But as I’ve grown up, day by day, year by year, person after person, 
I hesitateTo admit that I tend to put things off until they absolutely must be dealt with   I was born here.I’ve moved between neighborhoods butThese mountains have watched me grow up.  
A life Changing slightly  mustang dormant of speed A badger sedated from life My past Now, a tiger shark unrestrained 
Any minute now,  I will be called to give back my instrument that has served me for four years, I’ve been counting down the days until I’d return,
By my bed, at night, there are three windows Sometimes the moon travels from the first to the third  Sometimes the moon stays on the second
Many of the experiences that make us grow are uncomfortable Many of them are surely life-changing Some of them are relevations My growth experience, sure, it was painful But it made me accept the pain
When you are born it's dark Then comes the light  You eventually learn to walk and stay up late at night    Growing up has stages  You start as a child You start to go through phases 
I was always a colorful child growing up My favorite color wasn’t consistent My mom wouldn’t trust me to dress myself most of the time
"Mom, I want the last slice of cake!" "Of course, there's more to bake" "Mom, I want the last slice of pizza!""Of course, I'll just eat the bread from Lisa" "Mom, I want the last chocolate!" 
"Mom, I want the last slice of cake!" "Of course, there's more to bake" "Mom, I want the last slice of pizza!""Of course, I'll just eat the bread from Lisa" "Mom, I want the last chocolate!" 
Thinking back to my childhood, Everything was all well and good. Having fun without any worry, But now I'm all in a hurry. I have to study, focus, stay ahead. I don't even have time to sleep in my bed.
Times of old, times of ease  have slipped in whole. I have the keys,  to a new world,  people to please,  and money to earn. How did slow summer days where we could mess around
growing up in this fast pace world I thought at twenty I was a big girl paying for things living alone but there was somthing missing I still was not grown Between the life of a child and an adult 
I Don’t Want To Grow Up 16 years young Just graduating high school With the thought of “Man college is going to be so cool!” Wrong. 17 years young Just starting college (registered at night)
Power  It isn't held within those who can afford it  Power  Is being the one to stand up when no one else does Power 
Fifthteen, growing older and coming of age, I knew that things were bound to change.  Not really knowing how to fill out an application, I sat there with a great deal of hesitation.   
my grandparents' house has held many people, my opa built this house from the ground up and that’s how they built this family too.  
Chillin’ at the lunch table with my best friend: What that over over there? “Why that’s my girlfriend!”   Who would need that?
I realized I wasn’t a kid anymore When I started to long for the nap time I’d been given in kindergarten. How I squandered those precious hours of quiet Laying awake, convinced that I was not a child.  
You, This is where you begin to take shape;  spinning and churning in a world of pre-existing chaos - dancing and frolicking through the ever-ethereal muck of summer rubbish. stripped of vanity -
Back then I didn't know Though they always told me That soon I would grow And then it would be o'er   Childhood is Waiting to drive Dreading school Wanting to make your own decisions
I am daddy’s little princess. But not really. Hide & Seek was my favorite game. Kisses healed my ouchies. Lullabies rocked me to bed. Mommy braided my hair.
I wait, I listen  For my heart is a new As it whistles and glistens My mind occupied  And I try to deny That a rose in blooming  Is a bud's undoing But I have yet to learn
Life was hard as a child. Mom and dad were always fighting, Hiding in closets to keep away from their loud exchanges. Dad had anger issues Mom just wanted to get away from him and everything else.
Sometimes you may forget those things important, They run away if they haven't any reinforcement, But sometimes the best thing to do
I had never realized I was a teenager. Being an adult came naturally after 10. I regret having that mentality back then. I realized I was an adult when I saw my her, My mom, and realized I was a mirror.
She looked at me and sighed. I brace myself, for I know The edge of a temper always wins.   “You know this hurts It hurts It hurts
Let me hold your finger I say Hold me close to your breast Words cannot describe the love you portray Despite my disorderly unrest I won't be a baby forever
Growing up seems so tough 
Children Neverending smiling faces Annoying people with an endless stream of questions Only tolerated for future obligations   Never seeing people's true expressions
It took the young lion a long time to understand That his mane doesn’t grow from the strength of his hand. It grows not because of age, it doesn’t matter the time But it grows on wisdom, it’s the strength of his mind.
Growing up Sounds fun right? No rules or regulations Just being able to do what comes in sight   Little did I know, it's not all fun and games I'm not longer a child I'm getting older now 
From the time I was a child,to the present as a teen, the world and I have been changing, In all the time between. I remember years ago, I was so little then, all smiles and rainbows,
Don’t listen to what they say. Truly romantic things do happen. Someone will tell you things so sweet- and therefore so unbelievable to you- that you’ll cry
The 2016 obesession over boys is just a memory to me.  I thought I loved each and every single one of them.  Realizing after graduation that it was all a bunch of noise you see.
It hits you like a train, Unexpected as a pain, Never in you life Had you imagined such a strife. But the hour has come. It's time to move on. What life has brought  Is nothing but a lot,
I'm Losing them.  What will I do? midnight trips laughter by the fire— all Gone, faded Memories.    What will I do— getting drunk on good vibes all those sleepless nights
Cheating Childhood Created by: Eric M. Jimenez   Life was great! Here comes my father never late! I lived and I laughed!
I’m a good person, with a bad past   Happiness could never last  Coming from a broken home with broken dreams      I never went through life with ease  I thought love was a scary thing
I slid to the floor of this solitary place, surrounded by hastily scribbled memos on monochrome sheets of paper. and cannot find a singular one addressed to my former self;
I was filled with child-like joy. Driving my car out of town for the first time after getting my license. But with my hands on the wheel, I realized. You can't drive and enjoy the views of the side road at the same time.
“I do not love you anymore.” My heart ached, begging for a night in, a tub of ice cream. Liquor, warm and hot, running down my throat.  Tears, running from the past down my cheeks.
“I do not love you anymore.” My heart ached, begging for a night in, a tub of ice cream. Liquor, warm and hot, running down my throat.  Tears, running from the past down my cheeks.
I'm crying in the closet Over a girl How Ironic  That now is the moment  That I want my mother most. I was shaking on the ground When I started to stop, I raised my head up
“Just Grow Up,”... Three little words, I’ve never heard from my parents. “Just Grow Up,” three little words, I had to tell myself.
I once was a child, young and care-free, I acted as a child, “Mom, I found a dollar!” I played as a child, “I want to play the teacher!” I thought as a child, “I cannot wait to grow up!” One day it hit me,
  Inches For Austin   You You brilliant little one   Your big, brown eyes And your tangled eyelashes  
Who saw the kid in the clown suit? He was on the swingset. An empty cup for change that nobody gave.   Who saw the kid in the three piece suit. He was on beach of lake michigan.
Youth Without a care, Without a worry Endless afternoons out in the park Feeling the warm breeze on my face Blowing bubbles, Laughter, Smiles, School, Recess, Friends,
Oh, cool a $1,700 car on craigslist, what a steal! I cannot function without my coffee Why are these gas prices so high?? My car is starting to make weird noises, guess I’ll turn the radio up!
Potential. There is an anxiety that is associated with this word. This ear piercing, nauseating, word that is so gently tossed around. As soon as this word leaves lips I forget faces and panic sets in.
Pressure, Pressure is what looms over me. Growing up with sense and some type of task, Forced to be the best I can be. School covers the face of stress with a mask.
During my glory moments You are not there. During my breaking points You are not there.   During my life You are not there.   You have claimed to raise mec
An infant, we are adored when we cry. A child, we get a stain of digust in some people's eyes. A teen,  we are wasted figures who speak too much of the mind. An adult,
I've said farewell to many a kind From Cats to Hamsters, I didn't mind. Some past their time, to out of their prime, each one committed some sort of crime Father in wartime, the rain would always chime
I roam through the most chaotic plains of the savanna I call high school But these Pridelands are nothing like the one we all grew up on For there is nothing cute or cuddly about this Circle of Life
In the garden of life There were four flowers Unlikely to be seen growing together Yet they all stood out amongst the weeds  
Life has kinda been a jungle to me kinda like living in one or something  Wondering why my father, never came back after his hunt  Always haunted me Would sneak up on me  While my back was turned
To the girl that should've known better.
Dear younger me Don’t grow up too fast Stay young and simple Oblivion does not last Soon enough you’ll know How much really goes on
Dear Seniors,  Sometimes instead of putting down your stupid small town That nobody has ever heard about In the depths of Ohio, You should appreciate it.
Dear Seniors,  Sometimes instead of putting down your stupid small town That nobody has ever heard about In the depths of Ohio, You should appreciate it.
Dear My Faded Doves,  At first, I thought I couldn't do it. But I did. At first, I thought it would be too painful. And it was.But I did it. I did it.
Where did the time go? All of my money used to be spent on the best collection in Yu-Gi-Oh.
Once upon a time there was a young dreamer who worked the long days in crippling fever   and when night fell  her weepy eyes close exhaustion fade black aspiration to grow
Peter Pan The boy who refused to grow up To never become a man And to never give up   So he choose to run
Once upon a time...there were three bears. Yeah, I bet you think you know where I'm headed with this story. I can assure you, it's not what you think.
  Organized Ramblings   A collection of various poems by Kate Emrich April 29, 2017    
Twinkle twinkle little starYou always put me in a tranceSo beautiful and brightYou were my good ol' pastScience, knowledge, rocket scarsWhich I was never thankful forBecause now after they came
Why strive to be something that is unimportant? Something that can only have potential for misfortune. Still, people count their flaws and cut themselves down to portions.
Three hundred and sixty-five days ago, I didn’t see, I didn’t know. Now my path seems so much clearer! Time speeds up, fate draws nearer.
My soul has died again today Yet since I haven’t shed a tear Maybe it’s because I don’t pray Yet I will laugh as well as fear   My soul is born again tonight
If only someone had warned me This is what it’s like When you grow up. The fairy tales Are not the way
As time goes on, so does age. Appearance grows of greater importance — or less, Makeup changes as one realizes how bad it was. Hair changes as one needs something new in life.
I played the music we used to listen together at 1 in the morning again as the dark road was stretched with our thoughts of our future young freshmen coming home from a band trip again
I don't know where to start to explain this thing that covers my skin almost like an infection that I  can't just take medication  to get rid of its lodged in my brain and 
Door is always locked, because she doesn't want the outside world in. Couches are old, but that's where I sleep when I come back.
Leotards and red licorice.
I never liked science. I was terrible. I never understood the four layers of the earth which was really five.
I've aged recently, I learned how to appreciate my family more and more, day by day. They help me with school, how to keep my life together, and teach me many necessary to unnecessary things.
It hurts to know- you're not enough Hearts shatter like broken bones              and words ring devistation You waste yourself in incomplete Promises and crushed dreams  
Being a teen sucks sometimes. Some of us get in trouble, just to kill time. So many things start to change. You eventually start feeling strange.
Being a teen sucks sometimes. Some of us get in trouble, just to kill time. So many things start to change. You eventually start feeling strange.
Adulthood is a murderer  Sucking the life out of sweetly serendipitous smiles Growing up is a massacre of dreams  Reality is adulthood greedily gobbling hopes They say don’t’ grow up too fast I can only dream and hope Dreams that are alive Hopes t
I am new to this world, only been here five years. Curious as to why Mama's always in tears?
18  The year your life changes The year you are faced with choices Some you are not ready to make  Left or right Push or pull Which is the right answer Pick one and then you will know
I held you close to me and tried to memorize your hug Your arms around me and mine around you, I tried to cling to the details  And pressing my lids to my eyes, I tried to lock away the memory in a place I wouldn't loseit
I guess we're stuck on yesterday Take it down and pack away
They always begin with a cheerful smileOr an excessively sincere expression as though IHad just asked them to confess their darkest secrets.I don’t want their dark secrets; we all have those
To my Older Self, Remember when you wanted to be included in the adult conversations? You used to walk dejectedly back to the kids’ corner, only half-listening to the arguments there. I bet you’ve figured out now
Wings, born with them but always kept pinned. Never able to truly live.
One day you realize
When I was younger Peter Pan told me to never grow up
All I am in life is a complete mess up that ruins everything No matter what I do; I always manage to mess up everything in my wake Everything I do leaves a huge crater that will sting
I still believe  in the Boogey Man.   His image has changed throughout the years. His claws are now stress, digging into my skin, pulling out my hair.   His eyes glow yellow,
I could not determine why I continued to let my hopes and dreams die Turns out...
“Momma can you please braid my hair?” a ritual request with each daily fading of light from the window
I want my children to experience nature. Not just through a TV Screen But through tangible experiences
For one minute, the past
My parents would always say,             “Time flew by.”
Behind the mask I have been stripped Stripped away from all that was mine I am just a plain face Left out in the cold to wither away My eyes fill with tears I am a souless soul
Tuve un vistazo del cielo Exhalo un gran exhalación Un aleteo en mi pecho El mano en el muelle y empujón  
Time goes by so quickly there was little time to contemplate the joy we had in our daily lives We hardly thought of our loved ones and our friends because our hectic life had no room for it
You act so tough, You act so brave. But really, you are the empty beer bottles that you used to hide.   you couldn't face the world with who you really were. you had this foundation
Once I forgot the tune to a song  once I got my spelling words wrong once in PE I fell on my face 
O’ childhood, you are gone like a feather that blew away in the wind. The years ran by and took away my endless carefree days of playing around. “Why did you sprint so fast and where did you go without me?”
Weeks and months and years They say it all goes by so fast But not when you’re waiting for something Anticipating a day so far in the future, it seems like forever What happens when that day comes?
Warrior I know what you think when you look at me.Everyone thinks the same exact thing.But no one really knows, or cares to understand,just what it is, that makes me who I am.
I wake up , turn to the mirror and see nothing but beauty.  
I am a fire hazard.   Like lazarus,
Smiling never came naturally to me
No one is looking for me.   I haven't disappeared, but why can't they see me?   That's alright, I'm not hoping to be found,   I already found myself
Billy Joel basically said, “don’t grow too fast” But here I am climbing mountains too vast. And making myself believes that I am happy when I am not. But I'm trying...  Appearing happy on the outside.
Sweet flower, oh so delicate Awaiting to bloom, within the first week of November To have something to give thanks for The beautiful flower that is to come
    The day I left behind childhood I just simply stopped and  understood That my playtime was done And all the things I found fun
Your eyes used to be so bright They looked straight forward Unnerving but more alive than all those around you, They used to look so colorful and awake   What changed you?   Was it the people?
   Time   Tic, toc, tic... The infinite sounds of time The infinite turning of the hands   The withered leaves The abandoned buildings that used to be
If I wasn't so sure,
  Little boy don't you see? This life I live isn't made for you nor me. For what I carry and for what I hold. This fixture you have of me, isn't the truth of what I told.   Little boy don't you see?
Everything around me feels odd
This is for anybody with a dream just make them as they seem so you can see bigger things wether you dance or you sing or you want a superbowl ring....   this is for people with a story to tell
We exist helplessly, acting how we want to be. Pursuing this endeavor, to become something better. Moral fall behind us, money for the poisonous. Trading lust for love, dazed by what's above.
focus focus focus wasting time in a book mind escaping once again focus focus focus
In a world where we work until we die what’s in store for you and i? only the rich, smart, and strong will survive what does it mean to be alive? to go down swinging to run the street singing
At the pinnacle, she looks down. The whole world offers itself to her, lying stretched out in front of her like a rippling map.
I might've not got best dressed, but Lauen Conrad will be my invisible guest in the back of my mind as I sign away scholarships to get me through time. I cheer and I choreoraph for a team so sweet
It’s been a long time without you, This leaf burning season is always so hard, I have so many memories I want to relive But I won’t hold back or leave my heart guarded.
When I was five years old
Is it really going to be this way?
I had fallen into a world I knew nothing about I was just dragged along like any other person that I knew here. They were all in question about what we did with our lives next and I didn't know that answer.
I was very small, When I first saw light. I could barely breath at all; Yet to live, I had to fight. My sister was born when I was four. God made her in a special way;
Have you ever stared at a clock, just to watch time tick by, It seems as if you have lost a lot, but really it slowly dies.   Each highschool memory, seems to fade away, taking a piece of you,
I was so stupid.  I am but a child.  I am a master at drilling screws into delicate places severing wood at its weakest points. Turning blossoming friendships into scrap wood
Summer has once again ended, and it's time for the craziness of school. Only one thing is different now, It's my fourth and final year of school.
three-thousand miles away on a barren planet where kaleidoscope skies paint murals of the aliens. a town where all your friends’ families are also yours, unchained doors down every street.
a still, clear pond lays robin waits for a response but knows what awaits
and it's not crazed irrational or spontaneous not momentary no midnight blur or vodka haze not morning-after regret guilt   it's not waiting by the phone
One day my dad called me Complacent. I wasn't sure what he meant. My Mom was so Mad. She seemed so stressed.
Growing up is tough, rough, but I''m learning a bunch. About Who I am, Who I want to be, and all the new people I meet. Sometimes I wish my life would all slow down,  I'm becoming a Junior in High School 
I see the pain, I see the power the cruel gain. I stand aside, I turn and hide. When will I stop being so afriad?
No. Is all I hear.
Five Twelve Fifteen Seventeen
I walk a lonely road in the dark Filled with thorns and thisles I hear music, see a small light I am wearing tattered old ripped blue jeans I am cold
In the midst of moments, constantly transitioning from one to the other, we struggle to grip onto time. Past, future, simply living in the present. Loosing our footing on the ground we call home.
don’t wanna be your darling some fragile little puppet following your every command
My love you have grown, my love you have shown, shown that you are fine without me.   My dear you stay sweet, my dear you're on your own two feet, experiencing a world without me.  
I'm just 18. "What do you want to be when you grow up?" They ask. They expect a simple answer: doctor, teacher, lawyer. How do I tell them that all I want is to make a difference.
There is a yard And a great tall tree Instructing what to draw and write There is a fence of chain Between the lilacs and me There is a garden That only grows dirt
I get it. We grow up. Or maybe we grow out... We grow out of clothes and shoes, Maybe we can grow out of friendships. I didn't want to. I knitted my heart ten times bigger than I
Did I grow too fast? Was it suposed to be this way? Youth is a state of mind. Yet we dwell on the physical. We are an embodiment of the costant reminder that we are nil.  
Can’t  you see he’s tired? Tired of all the hate? They tell him it’s because he’s weird And this is just his fate Can’t you see he’s tired?
“Pretty as a princess” That’s what they all say Tuck you into bed with story time.   “Wish upon a star” It was just a childhood dream As you stare out the window at night  
In all my life I have always been the little sister The baby Not anymore Please stop saying that All I ever wanted was for someone to hear me I tell them I am no longer that girl
I remember when candy was sweet And reality was a treat When the world was right And the sun shined bright When smiles were true And the tears were through
Flawlss perfection. Perfect body. Perfect Teeth. Perfect clothes. Then theres me. Im a size 18-20 in pants My teeth are crooked and yellow. I think of Walmart as hollister.
And as I digress I realize there is nothing more I can ever do than to accept myself Being nurtured and loved by the same society that turns around and disownes you for what? Being Fat Short legs Huge boobs
The first time I began to scoot, crawl and walk towards my dreams of accomplishing more than I had dreamed The first time I began to imagine a world unlike the one I lived in, a utopia where dreams and realities would collide
The midsummer sun hangs low in the sky
Am I still a child?Still having to ask for permission when no one is aroundAnd being told "You're grown", but always being shut down?
Our adolescence leaves us like ink-blotched stains For I cannot bend this coming-of-age archetype And I must contain this lion that must be tamed
Father What you could never be A hero in the eyes of the boy You couldn't see Believe you'll make the ideology Of a youth quite effectively When you yourself Are blinded by whats beneath
Growing up is just like falling asleep.
I am on the tips of my toes, balancing on the edge of forever, staring down into a cloud of greatness. I teeter on the thin line of have and have not, a bundle of nerves and a strung out lie,
With a shimmy and a shake,
Sometimes I think it’s hard being fifteen
The future seems far away yet linger like a looming cloud The goblins of adulthood cackle with their ugly yellow teeth Awaiting your lapse to fall ino the shroud Falling in eternal doom until eventual death
Smooth orange liquid sunshine mixes with the salty turquise breeze An esoteric halocline of incarnate earth-breath The crushing depths are fringed by perpetual rythmic collapse  
We search yet go by. Not kowing which direction to take our lives. Trying to realize and open up our eyes. The big picture beyond our mind Our third eye is not yet open We are still too young and outspoken
That philosopher whose words I pondered, I was five, and five plus five equaled ten,
You see I don't want to grow up and I don't want to leave you I don't want to leave behind my memories.
Marble floors and polished glass,Shining like the mahogany grandfather clockthat gives off the scent of fresh pine and lemon.It sits quietly in the cornerObserving.  
someone could have loved her someone did love her but i never loved her i broke her,
Everyone around me is changing.  We are all aging. Even Mary from day care. It is the last time we share The friendship of our pair. It is all just a blur. This is the last time I will see my brother,
Up I go Onto my own two feet My first time My first step   I pulled myself up But then I fell I began to cry But my mom pulled me up   "Don't cy" She said
  but poor Peter, for then he was lost out at sea there was never a man so alive as was he forever, it seemed, he was just as a child adventurous, lost, and a little bit wild.  
Sit and stare at the photo
There is a time when morning, afternoon, evening, and night all blur together into what feels like a short six hours. It is when hours feel like munutes and years feel only as long as a few months.
Children growing up too fast Hurrying to have sex before they go to class
Am I going insane? feels like i'm in another dimension. Stop, get out of your head, you have to pay attention. Surrounded by your classmates, but feel alone all day. Dismissal bell means nothing, 
My dream job is managing a restaurant I love all the different types of smells that come out of a kitchen
Astronaut, Princess, Pirate, and Doctor, These are all jobs that fill a child's mind.
I don’t know whether to laugh or scream, This fall I’ll be moving into a dream. Studying just what I want, where I want to be. People say that being a critic is not enough,
I've grown up No,
One of my earliest memories is working on puzzles with my dad. He’d always tell me exactly what to do, to start with the corners and find all the edges,
           Reminds me of spring.            The flowers, the sun...            A beautiful month that            Means so much. There Is            The beginning of every-
Some days I get so tempted. Just want to call out your name, put this message in a bottle and send it your direction. Hope you find it in the sand as you walk along R beach.
when i was young,i believed i would go straightto hell for questioningthe good book and god:
What we wanted to be so badly as a child Has slowly become reality What we yearned for with our friends, Creeped up on us without warning  I, was 5 small and blind to the world and life
I wish the education system was designed to teach me realistic life lessons
She sits on a train, trapped, without power, Reaching speeds of one hundred miles an hour. Her future a dream, destination untold, All she knows is she’s stuck, there, on that road.  
Senior year is magical Filled with memories and radical Ideas on who we are supposed to be Alive and free We say is what matters most
I grow old, I grow old Growing, it’s something that we do without knowing, Time goes fast, we blow past, it shows no sign of slowing. Trees grow leaves, it’s snowing. Though I don’t see it going
I grow old, I grow old Growing, it’s something that we do without knowing, Time goes fast, we blow past, it shows no sign of slowing. Trees grow leaves, it’s snowing. Though I don’t see it going
Remember that age of 7 It was so tender Remember that age of 7 A bandage was a mender.   Those days are long gone That youthful age Those days are long gone Are we even on the same page?
Suddenly, his shoulders got a lot wider, the way they did when he was little and thought he was big. His half smile remains, though the  innocence has been shooed away from it
Crowded rooms never felt so empty and voices never sounded so fake. Cunning and wit are lost upon them as their jest and jeers all rake thin ribbons across a fleshy face.  
There once was a boy who wished to be a man. He thought despite all wisdom told he did lack, the wise words of this man were contained in his back.
I am scared to grow up but its going to happen sooner or later, I have no absolute control of that because day by day everything changes.
There used to be hope In the shape of trees And love In clouds And dreams In stars There used to be Reds And blues And purples And greens. But then we grew up.
Sedated hearts and medicated minds move in monotony like the spin cycles on washing machines.
I look deep into these walls as I cry myself to sleep. Then I think of all the children with not enought food to eat. Death and Poverty, what a world we live in today. Romney's cheap and selfish, so lets just smoke a J.
They say time moves fast im looking out this blury window, so I guess this is my time moving. Time losing with each blink or wink just think.
"Oh dearest, my sweetest! You must tell me now, What causes the furrows A-rest on your brow?" And I say, "I prithee our time do meet soon, To the time when forget-me-nots bloom,
All I ever wantedwas to grow upbeing older seemed so coolthere was more to see and dobut then it hit me
Yesterday was the day
Having to be in no particular place- Yes, you read that right. What a superb sensation! We must scurry to our destination.
i dream of happier days:before the cell phone,her now-constant companion.before computers, iPods.before she caredabout how she looks.about fitting in,conforming.back when a night light 
A letter to a woman I would like to know Dear woman I would like to know, I was wondering if you can teach me some things Can you teach me how to laugh I have seen you laugh I like it
What is the brain but a door to our souls?A door I've unlocked but a door
Blood is the strongest bond. You've heard the cliche, but it's right. There's no other possible way that I can explain it, FAMILY COMES FIRST. I didn't have much growing up.
Childhood is a gift, But it can no longer be called the present. It is a distant memory
What do we do at the end of the dayWhen summer begins and school is endingWhen joy is done and joy begins
They say they hate it, but know that is not the truth; this is the place they spent most of their youth. Everyone says they cannot wait to go,  however when it's time they want to say "no". 
Love. Breathe. Light. Smiles. Love.  Movement. Balance. Love. Laughter. Communication. Love. Interraction. Sharing. Love. Growth. Change. Love.
I tore the words "Once Upon a Time" Traced the letters "O" "U" "T" Folded it up all nice and neatly, Kept it in my breast pocket for my heart to see, Then the words caught fire, They fell away to ash,
There was never a time, never a place Never a moment that was not erased. I try, I forget, I remember again And you’ve told me this memory is not a friend What memory is this, I need to forget?
I listened to an old song.
It’s been five years passed…
It took me back
to when I was only 13.
For being so young, I was so haunted.
The world was black and white.
I lived in Arizona
but even the rays of lightcouldn’t 
penetrate my dark cloud.
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My father was an alcoholic. Maybe it's true that he still is. Although he battles everyday, His wounds are labeled 'anonymous'. Anonymous is the word to describe many things.
Get me out of this placeMy heart breaks like glassLet it shatter and it runs a different paceIt's messing with my head, one minute i'm with you now suddenly i'm hereWhen will this end?
Life. It's a journey. Journey. It's made worthwhile by love. Love. It began with a friendship. Friendship. It's a strong bond. Bond. Time together that you enjoy. Enjoy.
Do you know what it's like? Or have the waves of age wiped your memory... Probably. Age is like that. Focus on the present,  forget about the past.  Lose yourself in the anonymity of adulthood
A young girl plays in the warm sunlight. Tag, you're it. Running, Laughing, Living. Hours pass. Like all children, the girl in the lavender dress is restless. Dusk.
Imagination, set me free Take me far from here Set me high up in a tree Give me the chance to disappear   I’m going to swim across the sea I wanna fly high off the ground
My green eyes Gaze against my nearly translucent skin, Then flicker across buildings Of mirrors and concrete, With blurry lights, As rainwater descends, Before pelting my crimson coat,
i stare outside this window glass splintered with frost the outside ground covered in snow my sense of sleep is lost   a scarf, and jacket on my back i head towards the door my smile in tact
another day another dawn in the life of little john he walks home in the rain heavy with pain momma asks johnny lies silently he cries size doesn't matter they always said
When it comes to kids throughout all schools, I notice a special treatment to some who very blindly act as fools, While others sit and study trying so desprately to build up there name,
  You & Me   Looking in the mirror, I see you, the me that use to be The memories of not wanting to be you
I am the product of a child never left alone...You see I am what a teacher taught me 3 years ago was possible, you see me I am what my 5th grade teacher wrote in the pavement me for me to be, and that path I crossed over last week is the cement wr
They say that school is a must. You miss it you're a bust.  To fail is certainly wrong. But school is just so long. You must conform to societies needs.  Those who differ will not succeed.
Can't believe this is my final yearI'm going to get home sick so where's the cureI'm at a stop like lights with a deerI'm on a long road and it's only just begun
I am from houses, From old neighborhoods and drenched cities I am from tablets used for drawings Colorful, amusing Clean stroked lines   I am from movies nights and eating out
I told him, baby, let's go back to our childhood Go back to those years of playing games. Let’s go back to those better times when, this hell, our life could never erupt in flames.
  We live with them.We have them for other people.Other people have them for us.It's expected to have expectations. Parents expect us towork harder,word longer,and work better.
Did I mistake this for that lovely thing That draws some hearts to stir and to forgive; That perfect tune the birds in springtime sing; A lullaby that mothers ne'er outlive?  
It’s past midnight, and at that, past my bed time. I watch as dad helps my mother load the boxes, Into her royal blue Volkswagen. It’s drizzling yet no one seems to care The thought of a slippery road never seemed
The clock of time ticks, Tick, tock, tick. The day I was born, the clock ticked. The clock ticked for me,  Tick, tock, tick. The day I was born, the clock stopped. The clock stopped for you.
A nostalgic lust—a crush. I had it for some body.   Something about their sitting near Probably the pheromones and molecules of shampoo That I breathed Was actuating Of a lurching in me
Expected to be prepared in every class, "it is key to pass," say all the teachers to the mass, I have one question to ask, how can you expect us to be prepared with every task, when you forget to write it upon the board where it will bask, under t
Forethought to the Audience: I am so tired of students being so ignorant in class and not taking their learning seriously. I'm tired of teachers having no backbone, and allowing the students to dominate the class.
Gray, rainy day Though the sun shines outside Ain’t no thing to study. Racketous roar ripping through my silence, Her pale face, rigid as stone Flattening my smile, And my fear-widened eyes,
The Little Astronaut   The sorbet horizon slowly faded away Tangerine, lavender & mellow yellows gone
What is school? A mystery. Why am I learning about History? Geography? Art? Building my brain to be so-called "smart." To be educated, responsible, dependable. Like a piece of clay i'm mendable. 
You're not good enough, That's what mommy always said, Whenever I got a B instead of an A, That is, after screaming at me for being such a failure. She said this when my first boyfriend broke up with me,
I don't want to grow up I hate the idea that I'll lose those parts of me That craves adventure And is willing to take the risks I'm not hating on adults I'm hating on our brains
Hidden deep underneath Sheets of paper from the past Intermingled with artifacts A time not so ancient But twice forgotten Is eternally retold.   Closing my eyes, I think
  Our society is broken Rock & Roll is dead education is reserved for the rich, Love is dicated by law, and the American Dream lives overseas Our rebels  without a cause
Could you imagine one day waking up and falling Down Down Down 
A young girl steps down— vanity becomes so small inside of herself.   A woman steps out of the shallow pool of pride and lets herself love.   Despite injustice
Chapter One I am a grown up. I am now an adult. I walk to the beat of my own drum. There are no real rules, no real consequences.
she will hang your posters all around her room. (like i hung our pictures.) she will listen to your songs, louder than her father would like. (i will listen only when my husband doesn't know.)
Write. From a babe to a child, to a girl, to a...                                                                "Woman". My hand wrote more than any other kind But then, cocky girl pointed out in disgust,
She was said to have burning lips,The woman that worked at the corner storeShe had bright green eyes and saucy hipsThat made you shudder when you opened the door
What’s the point of exhaling, When no one wants you to inhale We are all a bunch of hypocrites, you know? We say we love, but We stab each other in the back We say we heal, but
I sit there, The tears fall,  My life is falling apart. You pretend To understand, But I know you can't.   Shut up, I won't listen I don't want your excuses They're worthless,
Trapped in the web of decisions made, I miss feeling free. Free from the world and it's ensnaring situations, they deceive me constantly. I know I am capable of greatness, however,
I'll never see you again...
Day breaks at dawn, Falls at dusk, Leaving me alone. Taking away the magic, That once was.  Mind racing to remember, Only to find pages of white.  The painting that used to be,
I come from a long line of Scots   The kind that drink and hate   Their failed dreams   The kind that love   With hitting and name-calling   The kind that don’t change
  Dolls, dress-up, hop scotch, and hand games. Those things I didn’t have time for at that age.   Growing up was the only choice I had.
  There once was a dragon. He breathed fire. He was bright pink with golden stripes. But he wasn’t a mean dragon. He was a nice dragon who flew around and gave people cotton candy.  
So stressful, yes it is. Listening to parents complain. I think they try to keep me tame. The balance of being a social butterfly, to being a book worm is too difficult I say.. it's so absurd my friends think i'm a nerd.
I never saw it coming. I wasn’t prepared for this Reality slapped me in the face And forced me to pack away the last vestiges of childhood And set me on the road to realizations,
I felt different as if somehow I seemed to glisten. The air was cold but I was warm. I was a light in the darkness. My eyes were closed, but i refused to open them. I was alone but I didn't feel alone. Everything felt perfect.
This moment is fleeting  I keep thinking about how I'll miss my brother once I leave for school again forgetting that the little time I do have is spent soliciting my worries to future dates 
The Woman sees a smiling face an she is hypnotized.  she hears the voice so deep an sweet, she cant help it she is paralyzed.  just one look into those shining eyes and without knowing she is spinning 
What the fuck have I become? Do you see the world that surrounds us? Do you see the hate in all their eyes? And when you look back, Do you see that same hate in yours?   Our children are dying!
There was once a world where we wallowed we'd fallen into a dark, cold hole when we wake, all around us are children like us Hand in hand they walk towards a tumbling city
The Acacia is a sturdy tree. Its roots run deep. Its beauty astounds. Harmless on the outside; Unknown to man: The toxins within kill at the touch. Run the soul dry. Parch the love.
dirt: we step all over it and pull life out from it while it just lies there. but every so often, someone who cares plants a seed. although this seed is placed among the dirt, where the conditions poor,
I've been exhausted in vain, Becoming a waste of space Growing used to the verbal abuse,   For a minimum wage Most days I'm running on false energy, Still waiting for a crash 
The sun casts its blinding rays onto the snow-covered ground to create a glittering reflection that has always reminded me of broken mirror shards.
Expressive emotions find me I’m afraid to know Which makes me frighten to feel Yet I cant help the keyboard browsing for me The wonder is there So I let the curiosity kick in
My first crush Was cute and nice He always asked what I dreamed about at night I told him i dream of one day being happy with my Prince Charming My first crush Made me feel butterflies for the first time
Little girl six years old Watching her father walk away Little girl so sad and alone Looking for a way to understand
When I’m standing at this ridge between today and tomorrow, And I’m learning to fix my mouth to call myself a woman, And l scratch for the crack of a niche in which I’ll fall into place, I exhale and I write.
Stay silent Sit straight Perfect hair Perfect teeth Perfect body Perfect house\perfect friends ` Perfect parents Perfect! Perfect! Perfect!
My head hurts. Counting days. I run dripping paste, more exaggerated than Pollack, to spread on converse and heels. I begin to open jars in June classes, and April locker rooms,
I don’t know how to feel about the day to come Mixed feelings of nostalgia and anticipation overwhelm me I go back to that musty school yard field The field I thrived on and learned who I was on
As we grow up our hearts grow colder, with every beat we become older. Before we know we have wasted our lives in foolish things that are not even worth our time.
So many different thoughts go running through my mind, I'm on my way to college, a roomy I must find. Senior year is flying by, still so much to do, Disney, Prom, Graduation, just to name a few.
It's kinda funny how when you're small all you dream about is growing tall and becoming an adult. But they never said life would be this hard. It's not all sugar plums and fairy tales.
Not enough to compete with the elite. You are Not a failure Not a success Not a competition Barely Above par Above standard Above ordinary
Alright so Sticks and stones wont break my bones but this razor surely scars me. Let it, let it roll of your back let it, let it stay for a sneak attack
It's time to fly You've got your dreams And now you've got your very own dreams. The day has come, It's time to soar, But don't forget who you were before. When you take off, Do not look back,
I tell them what I am, Try to be who I am It's not enough I'm nothing to them I am who I am. Nothing will change that. They say I'm a trashy whore, That I'm a disrespectful brat.
I am a teenager. My soul is like the surface of the sun. It's always changing and rearranging, and each day my heart runs to the beat of a new drum. Just like every teenager, I am enlightened and exposed to new things.
when you look in the mirror, you see 3 individuals living behind that glass reflector. you see the past of you, the present presentation of you, and furthermore, the "you" of the future.
Looking down: Ten tilting toes And two stories. Trimmed lawn. Looking up: Some blue solid sheet above the roofs, Cut by a white flash, And I slight my eyes. My hands stick to the wooden strips
Splintered amongst our feet, the birchwood door we have come to love. Gave comfort in time of refreshment. Praised security with needless fear. --A deep sigh in the stress--
do not think of me from what you can see I've change dramatically and aged romantically
A place, a meaning, a voice, a dream and a goal Within the walls of this beautiful classroom, Students learn the secrets of life day by day They discover a little about themselves and of the world around them.
Childhood sky is full of stars, But when you get adult, Wherever you look, You see some clouds.
Learning what I can and what I cannot change Learning who to love and who I cannot love Mending the broken, protecting the whole, savoring this moment,
Tick-tock goes the clock as the time passes by Everybody dressed in blue smiles and cries The day of graduation was finally here It was time to celebrate the end of senior year
It's been about three weeks now, And I'm starting to feel better. Not waiting on you, Has helped pull me together. But I saw your picture today— Your smile, so heavenly— And I got lost in it.
When I was young, I saw the world Through glasses lined with sparkling pearls. Shaded blush and tinted rose, Where everything was good as gold. But later when it faded light,
I'll start walkin' your way, You start walkin' mine. Best friends forever, No matter how far away. We'll find the means To stay that way. I'll start walkin' your way, You start walkin' mine.
Mommy, why are my hands so small? Why does everyone say I look like you when I don’t see it at all? Why do you say I have ocean blue eyes and run your hands through my hair when it’s nothing but dry?
Have you ever been To the land of the lost? The place with no end? A place of thought? Everyone has been there. Everyone knows. Children want to live there. Adults tell them no.
Walking; Talking; Chatting; Clicking; Crashing against the gray stone rocks So fierce intense each step by step. The ocean in the flicker of an eye. Leading from up high down to the beach,
And there I was In your bed Thinking about being young And what I would’ve said.
Born in Idaho in the middle of December, but I was so little that I couldn't remember. To Texas we moved when I was but one, little did I know that it had only begun. I thought that I would stay there the rest of my life.
what should I do which side to pick in this battle in my mind that’s killing me inside my heart chooses one society chooses one and I pick one and I pick wrong and I know it’s wrong
Courage is being brave when you have cancer. Outstanding faith to get you through this hard time. Undergoing medical tests for the prognosis. Researching the bucket list of what you have yet to do.
I take a sip From a finally empty cup With coffee stains A mark of me Holding onto the rim What comes next? A new cup. A new drink. A new taste, flavor, experience.
The butterfly is in search of a safe place, In which she can lay her small fragile egg. She finally finds that perfect place, but Realizes she can’t just stay and flies away.
(poems go here) One way or another you find it ok to act as two Although the saying says to "be you" But you find that difficult Surrounding yourselves with people who are just like you, but don't love you
What is distress in the land of opportunity My life is a snitch because in the end she's always telling on me I'm falling further into the abyss and its taking a tole on me
A wondrous place, you call your home, A beautiful kingdom, only you know; A place where forts become castles, And little girls can be queens; Where play clothes become ball gowns,
It feels like I'm standing on the edge of a cliff next to a calm sea and at any moment I could slip into the blue abyss quietly, the water would burden my lungs and with my last breath,
In the pictures I see me I don’t see who I use to be Laughing, playing, and full of joy always eating Chips Ahoy Giggling and smiling everyday without an obstacle in my way
Once upon a time There was a little girl She had a mother and father And a small black puppy And her room was blue And her sheets were blue And she was in preschool, Where she made a friend
The miles beneath her feet were many, but she felt as though she hadn't moved. Head heavy as any stone she strove to keep her chin up and her head above water, but she knew.
Time goes by quickly Responsibilities grow Enjoy while you can
Mama never said the word "fear." She spoke around it like a bonfire, regaling me with sweet-nothings. But I know how to be afraid. It is instinct like a lioness on the hunt. I, the unlucky soul, am captured;
Before a mirror I try to relate this face to the one of the little girl I have replaced. That little child who giggled and grinned, so filled with joy and love and the quality of innocence I wish she'd kept.
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