Monthly Archives: April 2012
She is a beautiful one
She is a quiet one, almost never talking, yet she tells me many things
She listens to me when I have things on my mind, never interrupting
She is invisible to others, yet an amazing jewel in my eyes
She is a puzzle to many, but a beautiful picture to I
She is known by all, yet hated by many
She helps me through many of my troubles
She is one of the greatest friends I have ever known
She is one of my best companions
She is my favorite love
She is Solitude and
She is the one for me
It knows no boundaries.
It knows no color.
It knows no gender.
Love should not be judged.
Love can’t be forced.
Love cannot be arranged.
Love is beautiful!
Don’t ruin it!
My family would cry. My friends would cry. I have people that would cry if I died, but why do I still feel alone? Why does it feel like I’m watching someone else live my life? I’m in a sea of people, trying to find their own way, we’re all a lost. I’m surrounded by people, but I’m still alone. I welcome the pain I’ve grown used to. Joy, happiness, those are all just memories from a life I barely remember. But, it’s there in the back of my mind. Trying to find a way. It’s like my mind is trying to me happy. Don’t give up, I say, because people would cry.
- New car smell
- Last day of school
- New shoes
- Fast food
- Finding money
- The sizzle of fresh coke
- Bright white teeth
- Long hair
- Movies that make you laugh over and over again
- Holding hands
- Things that glow in the dark
- Being taller than you parents
- Farmers tans
- Long hair
- Winning and argument
- Why everything goes right
- First day of sumer
- When a song is stuck in your head
- Brownies fresh out of the oven
- When you turn the radio on and your song comes on
- Funny faces
- Chocolate chip cookie dough
- Blank looks when people don’t get the joke
- Smooth writing pens
- Sunlight breaking through the clouds
- Popcorn chicken with ranch
- Middle names
- McDonalds sweet tea
- Mrs. Rice’s class
- My family
- Late night basketball games
- New car smell
- Going to concerts
- Racing Walmart carts
- Fresh fruit
- Random morning text messages
- Laughing babies
- Someone that can make you smile uncontrollably
- Sneaking snacks into the movie theater
- The language you have with your beast friend that no one else understands
- Dentists who have TV’s in their ceilings
I’d like to see you walk in my shoes and have you feel the pain, hurt and disappointment I feel. The happiness I had is gone. I’ve tried so hard to find it but I can’t. I really don’t want to live like this anymore. I’m tired of fighting to be happy when all the fighting does is bring more pain. I feel like I’m hurting everyone with this fake happiness. I want to be happy but I can’t find it in me to truly be happy. I’ve tried with all I have. I feel like there’s no point in living anymore but I’m too much of a coward to end my life. I know that makes my loved ones happy but it doesn’t make me happy. I’ve had more horrible and sad times in my life than I have had good and happy times. I hate to tell all the people that love me this but even if I’m surrounded by them no matter what, I feel lonely. So I hid myself in my room so they don’t have to see the pain in my eyes. If I could show them how I felt, I think they would cry out in pain. If I only knew how to tell them and not hurt them at the same time. But lucky for them, I don’t know how and they don’t have to walk my shoes.
By: Adam Williams
When a warrior trembles before a battle he’s ready to fight.
He is ready to die and have his soul take flight.
The lust, the longing, the thirst…
The thirst to have a decisive kill, the one who strikes first.
Mixed emotions and adrenaline awake inside making him tremble
When this occurs he knows he’s about to die, this is the symbol.
The thunderous attacks he brings are like earthquakes.
These attacks were brought upon by a warrior’s battle shakes.
This website will now be accepting drawn artwork to post to the website. The piece must be drawn on notebook or computer paper, or something sized similarly, so that it can fit into the scanner that the web team has access to. You may deliver the pieces you wish to submit to Ms. Rice in Room 210. Thank you for your support, and I can’t wait to see what our talented artists have to show.