Defy The Pain By Jennifer W. What to do? I do not know For I am sinking, far below A thimble full, of tasted haste The word, is always wait Now I've waited, and for what? An empty promise, and broken heart Such things as these, can bring a man to his knees. But for a woman, she must be strong. Defy the pain, and carry on	The Human Chain By Jess M. Driving to the movies, just wanting to have fun, A foggy night, a busy road, soon terror had begun. Four teenagers in that car, Destined to collide that night, Were hit by a smoker, Searching for a light. Their car, it was totaled, Four lives gone just like that, Or like the doctor said, Their lines just went flat. An eerie stillness filled that night, But the real injustice was done the next day, The smoker that had hit them just Up and walked away. But around the globe, A new life was brought into this world, At the very same time They lost the last girl. It is said our lives are connected, When a person dies, another is born, So that babe around the world lives, Because a girl died one early morn. So, yes, I do believe, in that great big human chain, Because of that one night Those four teenagers were slain. So since we're all connected, I guess when our lives end, We can be sure that somewhere, A new life will begin.
Treasure Hunt By Jennifer M. The small treasures still remain In the cracks and holes in the concrete Where no one has looked Because they have found their own Others are happy because they cling Cling to their worthless junk That fills their homes And clutters their conversation But what is left? What could not be taken. The small treasures in recesses The things you have to FIND And through all your life you must Continue on until you learn To reach into the dark to claim what is yours And to live until you find it And they will be your own And support you when you fall Guiding you so you Can guide yourself
Never Words By "A" If seashells preach for money, and eggshells preach for fame, and if pearls make the journey but yolks create the game, then we must be loved for beauty and we must be loved for face, And loving is a duty and we all must take our place. No fighting can be done for what is rightfully yours, and sometimes you can't have the sun when it rains and pours. So sit down and please don't cry, let your tears be tears. You must be quiet so you die with your hopes and fears. Let the silence ground you, never speak a word; for they will never ask who, and you will never be heard. Raindrops turn into starshine, dew turns into clouds; You can turn into nine, and one person into crows. Never let them get you, never let them see, And then you'll save the millions Millions like you and me.	Real World Setbacks By Megan B. I breathe out... Giving up all hopelessness How many times have you wanted to run Wanted to scream and yell, At the mentors which taught you nothing? From the emptiness and helplessness you escape, Running into a world of fantasy. Hiding there afraid to come out, Surprise! It's a dream. Here's the real world Full of idiots, druggies, and parents Which hold you back from reaching your true potential. Your fantasy world is collapsing It won't hold out long They'll find you Find a hiding spot You know it will never hold out forever But you're too afraid to fight The real world is different People actually care about the stuff in peoples' lives And they care if someone crosses over, Becoming more than an acquaintance wanting to know all They come to get you, You run Faster than ever before Haha! Your running! Not fast enough They're coming to get you… They're going to find you… Going to get you someday…. No use in running.. They're here That someday is now!
Dance By Kat O. Where jiving Is quick Kids dance With the impression This raw real reality Is all some joke To be pushed to the limit.
A Summer Too Long Ago By Jenny M. The lazy, hazy summer The age when I felt secure Sleeping late, staying up till twelve I conjured spirits with my friend Hiding in her bedroom And pretended I was a hero, some where else And I sung every night on stage Memorizing lines for my play I'd pull back my short hair and swim every morning And I usually skipped breakfast I wore sunglasses and loved my friends Tasted the best snowcones, forgot to read books My backyard was another planet When I jumped in its puddles I didn't notice other problems Living for each blissfull moment Sleeping late and watching the clouds	Memories By Dianne Memories, free-floating and alive, blurred and retouched, snapshots and movies, vivid and cloudy, a life full of memories, and more to come, to live is to remember, to truly live is to return, to those half eaten images, time and again happily, emotions tied to those pieces of time, to feel them again makes it truly special, to hunger for more makes you alive, writing them down makes you wise, telling them to others breathes life, to those who hear them, and makes you immortals, memories, never dying, yet born and reborn over time.
Silence of the Groves, Anonymous A slight crunch beneath My deeply leaded slippers Foretells the future When nature's mage coat Doth change white from kaleido As Jack rise once more Thus I leave the grove Of Gaea's former beauty Now left in the grave For all of mankind To see, metamorphoses Of change, appearance I see the visions Once again, through impaired sights Wishing for freedom To set my soul free Life's menacing bonds and chains On my withering soul I lose my mem'ries To the past mnemonias As I remember The silence of the groves	Voices By Dianne Shhh! I hear voices whispering, Do you hear them too? When you close your eyes do they disappear? Like a bad dream just remembered? Or do they stay even when they are opened? What do they say to you? Is it different from what I hear? The yelling, the screaming, the cries for help? Are they singing Angel Songs? Or are they in a language no one may comprehend? Do you listen? Or just shut them out? I listen, it is interesting what they say, They tell me beautiful secrets, What! But I am crazy they say! Well, listen and you might know what I know, Do you still hear them? Are they whispering to you again? Did you scare them off with your ignorance? Or are you just afraid?

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