Silent torture works the best,
As if one’s memories were weights,
Weighing down the trudging steps
Echoing as darkness waits.

It’s hard to understand and agree with this quote, unless you’ve experienced a great loss. My friend, Paige Winters, died in a plane crash and it’s been the hardest thing I’ve ever had to deal with in my entire life.

Her death truly has changed everything.

 All the things inside of me, swimming in my soul,
Show on the outside, like a see through glass bowl,
 My clothes are colorful with a comfy fit,
 Showing my humor, style, and wit,
 My athleticism is shown also by my clothes,
 Basketball shorts and all,

This is the real world
With limited freedom, and lots of things to fear
Where you can’t get away from the truth
This is where violence lives, and people follow you
Where guns are triggered at any time or place
The tears will roll on a sorrowful face

Sometimes things are not the way they seem
Say an M&M for instance, its candy coated on the outside
But chocolate in the inside.
Some say they are lonely in the inside
But so busy out there.
Some look in the mirror and see a whole new person

Wake up
Do my hair
Put makeup on
So they don’t stare

Wait a minute
Nothing’s wrong with me
I have friends
And a family

Whoa, good thing I didn’t keep goin’
That almost turned out like another
teenage poem

Different: not the same as another.
My “friends” and I, we’re different from each other.
They are cool; I am not.
I am lame; they are hot.
Even when they’re wrong, people think they’re right.
They like the day; I like the night.

 I killed a tree writing notes last night,
 but the question ravaging my mind
 does not relate to the fine points of progressivism.
 Even I, as little as I live, am too distracted to get this right.
 I take a seat on the steps of my porch

I’ve run through grasses and cut them down
With my new Kokiri sword.
I have only twenty-five rupees,
So the shield I can’t afford.
Once I’ve purchased this wooden defense,
I’ll meet the Great Deku Tree
And start my quest to save the princess

There is a world so different than ours
Where elves walk with man and have mystical powers
And in this world, on the streets of a small castletown
There you’d find the most honorable rogue around
It was home to the King of Thieves.

I felt as big as a mountain with the bolt cutters slung across my shoulders. Three weeks ago, when the summer had reached its solstice I had found them packed deep down in the trunk of my car.

When so many things stop and they clatter, up in the jabambaway things hip, hop and shatter. For up in this place a great WHO lurks about For the little who-whoians ask and they pout. For the lorax knows best, so the Lorax puts those who-whoians to the ultimate test!!

Every summer I had to go down to my aunt and uncle’s house in Nebraska. There was never anything to do. They didn’t live near any kids or other people to accompany me. They didn’t feel like they needed cable TV or internet because they were just all-around boring people.

What are we here for?
Might there be a purpose that is more?
Maybe only time can tell the true meanings of our lives; it doesn’t lie.
That’s the power behind our efforts that continue till we die.

Why does each day repeat in the same way? You constantly rise, in the morning only to fall asleep, forever, without warning. The day after day routine, was just a blink of an eye, between beginning and end. Now you are alone, not a single friend.

On a journey,
Without reasons,
Conforming to the changing seasons,
Flowing like a great song,
Thoughts of things grow ever long,
Mountains passing,
Some dreams crashing,
While others come to birth.

Unaware, small,
Self-sufficient, put together
Strong, very smart,
Follower, talker,
Experienced, funny,
Selfish, make-up

I don’t know why,
Maybe it was just a thought.

‘Less it was not to just sit here,
And have my mind rot.

Writing on paper,
With the scratch of pen.

Thinking of nothing,
‘Cept the thoughts of men.

My outside a shy, colorless human being
Soft spoken and gentle as can be
How I appear “perfect” and “flawless” as can be.
However my only flaw may be how I have another person
Wanting to be set free...

To you I’m broken
To you I’m like a flavor that wouldn’t last
You took one bite
And spat me out real fast
Now this mark remains and it will never ever go away
To you I’m broken
I stretched myself across the world

An act of courage is what I call,
 In the eye of a parent a plummeting fall.
An hour-long lecture will send him on his way.
 It just seems like another reason to run away.
These are words of wisdom you should borrow.
 It will be better tomorrow.

I look at them around me
Those who with my choices disagree
My eyes drop
They’re staring
Quickly judging what they see.

Alone am I to every degree
I never use the pronoun “we”
I’m different
Too different
Locked out without a key,

My head tends to spin
Because I’m on the outside looking in
My heart starts to yearn
The secrets of friendship I wish to learn
I want to be inside
And to be filled with pride
I can imagine myself in there
With the warm refreshing air

“To Strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.”
Thou shalt never give up,
What is rightfully his,
Never whimper away from fears,
Never give away their tears,
Fight for what is right,
Inside the brightest of light,
We shall all have,

I’m here,
But
No one sees me.
I walk through,
Invisible
Like the truth
Behind the mirror.
For me,
They have blind eyes
Of icy blue.
To get in
I jump the fence.
The spotlight hits me
Shot
On sight.

My mind confused. My body unable to move. My blood
gone cold. My face turns pale. I look in the mirror to see no
one no reflection the reflection that I once saw was that of a
girl that was fake had no love for anyone but herself my life

There are people in this room
that don’t deserve to be here.

Exhibit A’s intimate circle
gathers ‘round the VIP computers
designated for those
who manage,
for lack of any other skill,
to commence their daily whispering war.

Though I am not great
I have become a name*
The problems I’ve faced
The tasks I’ve completed
Have made me this name

On the outside I am a Superhero,
A lively, ambitious girl anyone can count on.
No matter the risk, anguish, or pain it causes me,
I will do anything I can to help others with a smile on my face.
On the inside however is where I console my secret identity.

Being young is hard;
 often feeling all alone.
 Your hair is a mess
 and your face is
breaking out.
 Being young is hard.
You aren’t quite sure of your friends,
 you’re stressed out;
 don’t know if you’re being “cool”.