Life is green,

but death chose black.

A bully is mean,

but nothing like Jack.

If I chose a path

Would it be good or bad?

If I pick a side

Would it make you sad?

You left for so long.

Being lost is hard to find...

wanting to leave my past behind

closing my eyes and counting to ten

waiting for my day to begin

looking at the dream I failed

can’t go back now

that ship has sailed

I broke the silence with a short cough. If anyone else had been in

the sunlit room with me, they would have started and stared as if

I’d broken a silence not meant to be disturbed.

Flying. high.

Sunshine blinding me

Through my thoughts’ shadowy veil

Happiness opening all the doors of my life

All decisions made,

Minute to minute,

Just flowing on the momentum

Of the world’s energy

Ecstasy.

When I offered you

A heart full of love

You responded,

like this woman in a toy store

when I tried to spend a two dollar bill

a relative had given me

years ago, when I was young...

Every day, I walk along the same road,

A path of work and play, the route I know.

Every day, I carry the same, tiring load,

A burden of hopes, fears, and woe.

From afar

          it melts into the brush.

Thick, thorny weeds

          ravage its pitiful landscape.

It is forbidding terrain,

I sit in my bed,

Rain pouring outside,

Sadness of the past flooding through my windows,

The night that my father left,

The day he decided I did not matter,

At a young age,

I was left alone,

On a rainy night like this one,

DIM… DIM… DIM… DIM… DIM… The soft, high note of the last key on a piano rang through the night repeatedly… and it was keeping someone up.

She was like a spider.

Walking youthfully and childlike,

on the verge of being crushed.

Alone,

I wait for

you.

I sit quietly

and picture

you,

wondering if

you will still

come.

Sometimes, when the soft spring rain

slowly soaks the earth,

And lightly fingers everything,

Giving it a coat of droplets,

The color of everything begins to fade...

It darkens out the colors

And smooths out texture.

Was’ up with you and me

can you tell me that

I think the way you have been treating me

is flat out whack

I’ve been putting myself out there

as the months have gone by

But no matter how far we get

you continue to pull back

A secret that was not meant for ears,

Would be told for many years.

Some whispered words meant for a friend,

Would be overheard and spread without end.

What shall be wrong with me?

What shall I fear

What shall be wrong with me

is nothing I fear

For

If I shall fear what is wrong with me

I shall only fear myself

Even though you shall see me

you shall not know.

I am the quiet little Hispanic girl,

Light skinned

people make fun of me

they say I am not the color I’m supposed to be.

But who cares? It’s me not you!

Truth is lost in our society.

It’s constantly altered into lies

that we all think is true but isn’t.

Truth, although harshly real,

is transformed into gossip

confusing its listeners.

Sliding off the tongues

Every time that you

promise It puts me in this

constant positive mood then

you let me down

why don’t you just stop it?

Honestly, if you ever think about it

No one ever knows where to turn,

The corridors are melting into hallways

These hallways are melting into hell.

Life to all, the empty promise

I’ve found something new

Take your script and watch it slip through

Cracks so obvious

Silence is here again.

No whispering trees

Not even a howl from the wind.

The river no longer laughs.

The sounds of our happiness are gone,

But I will never forget that bright autumn day

It looked a bit like Lila, but it wasn’t Lila. I don’t know why people say that when someone dies they look like they’re sleeping. Her skin was dull grey and colder than ice. Her long body lay limp and heavy on the stainless steel table. Her clothes were dirty and rumpled.

The sky gleamed a radiant blend of colors which reflected on the glassy ocean. The aroma of varieties of flowers fresh from the fields lingered in the air.

Today is one of those days, where everyone stops to take a minute and appreciate what we have, rather than what we want. We worry about the tiny little things in life that don’t matter, instead of the things that can change our life. Today is one of those days.

The mountain trail is steep, and even I am having a hard time staying upright. The ridge I’m on is rocky and desolate, and I am the only thing moving. My chest is heaving as I struggle over the treacherous granite.

The place many memories were made, where laughs echo throughout the woods. Splashes into the water below can still be heard and felt on a hot summer’s day. The rope that hangs, worn and weathered from young hands, gripping it tightly.

I love watching cows. They remind me of my blankets on cold nights, when all is freezing, and I need something to snuggle up with. Each cow is unique, like a snowflake. Sometimes it’s hard to find the difference, but if you look close enough the picture becomes clear.

Life is a never-ending coil

With twists and turns

And you are the one thing that I did not count on.

You are the mistake in a waltz.

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2

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2

3

Standing on this stage, my life flashing before

My eyes, I remember a time of Youthful

Bliss where the impossible was possible.

Yeah, I’m a dreamer,

I dream of so many things.

But do you know what separates all

you other dreamers from me?

You all actually work to achieve your

dreams, you

dream about the future and what you

want to become.