Come find me in a storm Where the air is thick and warm, And the ground shifts beneath dancing feet, Caked in grass and leaves and sweet Earth. Come find me in a storm, Where thunder booms and the sky is torn, In half by lightning, Some say it’s frightening, But I feel free. Come find me in a storm, Near the sea where the shore is worn, Pulled by wind and water, Whilst I wander, Lost. Come find me in a storm, I’ll be there until I’m reborn, Liberated from distraction, Direction, Focus, That hopeless opus, Burden, The uncertain, You. Come find me in a storm, Where I am unborn, And the water swallows me whole. Life can’t exact its toll, If I’m not there. Josephine Robb
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Smash, Crumble, Blast Buildings collapse, squashing the the life out of the living Emotions run through the roof People anxious People Fearful People Frantic Blast, Crumble, Smash My ears are ringing as loud explosions run through the island to the mainland Roads drenched in blood Staining the cement More crumpling building The ceiling is falling to its death More lives lost Corps all across the island Tension runs high Grief flies through the air Spreading to heart to heart like a dangerous parasite The saddest day in American History Lauren Enright
How nice would it be to have control? To have the world at your fingertips? But lately they feel so out of touch And stressed out at the thought of it As reason starts to lose control Fate jumps in to save it In it flies, strong and divine And gives some proof explaining it A funny thing that they believe That takes away their sense of choice But in connections they call fate And comfort they can all rejoice But sometimes fear is better than The ignorance, a side effect And people will all come to see That you cannot just let it be Kate Rube
She is thirteen years old My friend's mind has betrayed her I can’t live without her From everything happening to her I need her She looks at the twilight She looks at her words She looks at her movement She looks at her face She looks at everything she despises Why is it her? Why does she treat herself as if she was a horrific movie? Why does she hurt herself even more as if she had a hurting sore? I always ask her why? There is always no answer She’s an angel in A demon’s body Her mind takes over everything From her feet to her hair Her brain is a virus that is destroying her “My teeth are horrible My hair is too frizzy I’m not the perfect human,” She’ll say to herself “I’m the worst thing you could ask for,” She’ll say to everyone else I want to help her so much But every time it ends up worse Why is it her? Why does she treat herself as if she was a horrific movie? Why does she hurt herself even more as if she had a hurting sore? Some may say she is a ghost She’ll then moan and cry Some may say she is a child She’ll then scream and whimper Nothing is fair for the way she has been treated She has the nicest hair The perfect smile The smartest brain The funniest jokes But it doesn’t matter to her It matters to me though She’s my friend She is an angel in the devil's brain Why is it her? Why does she treat herself as if she was a horrific movie? Why does she hurt herself even more as if she had a hurting sore? Cassandra Rendlesham
Be ignorant, be prideful, because your use of self-deprecating language will belittle your mindset. Be strong, be persistent, because when you show vulnerability, you'll be shaped to conform to the 'standards.' Be vigilant, be cautious, because the personalities you decide to surround yourself amidst can be superficial. Be proud, not regretful, because that's when you lose sight in reality and dwell in the past. Annie Chen
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