Life

We start out as babies

Formed in our mother’s wombs

So dependent on that one women

When we reach infancy

We test all limits

No matter how big or small

We walk into our toddler years

Playing and laughing

Learning to talk and walk better

We shoot up to a child’s age

Talking and walking with ease

Figuring out the world for ourselves

We enter the preteen stage

Reaching puberty and getting taller still

Nervously awaiting our teenage years

Now we’re teenagers

Raging hormones and testosterone

Mixing and mingling and first dates

Well, we’re legal now

Playing drinking games

And studying for college exams

Now we’ve graduated college

Finding a job in corporate America

So nervous about job interviews

Welcome, now we’re in our midlife crisis

Everything in the world seems to be going wrong

It’s a crazy roller coaster, filled with ups and downs

We reach the death of us

Gasping for our last breath

Life,
As beautiful as a flower,
Alone and simple,
As beautiful as a poem,
That Shakespeare wrote,
As beautiful as good,
Wonderful,
Amazing,
Life is hard to explain,
Lets just say its,
Great,
Because anything, anything can happen,
To anyone at all,
Or anything,
Imagination is endless................

Life,
As beautiful as a flower,
Alone and simple,
As beautiful as a poem,
That Shakespeare wrote,
As beautiful as good,
Wonderful,
Amazing,
Life is hard to explain,
Lets just say its,
Great,
Because anything, anything can happen,
To anyone at all,
Or anything,
Imagination is endless................

Crushes come and go in our lives,
boys who were jerks are not here,
and now I sit and think back,
to those who were there.

My friends had always been there
to hold my hand and sigh
as I talked about him, flowing tears
and through the night I cried.

They told me guys were jerks,
and that they were bad.
They said that they weren't worth my while
and that all guys were crazy mad.

I overcame the sorrow,
fought back the dark and gloomy night
as I walked into the day's new light,
I stepped into tomorrow.

And now I know it won't be so bad,
not with them at my side.
I can face life's challenges
with TRUE love by my side.

7th grade
hate the drama
back stabbing
lame gossip
always through a million friends
"do you like her?"
"he likes you?"
"will you go out with him?"
"he wants to hold your hand"

11th grade
hate the drama
back stabbing
lame gossip
always through a million friends
"do you like her?"
"he likes you"
"will you go out with him?"
"he wants to have sex"

kindergarten
there is no drama
rope jumping
no gossip
always have a million friends
"I like you"
"I like you too"
"do you want to swing?"
"No, I want to run"

her jingling laugh fills the room
she intoxicates everyone with her sweet perfume
you just can't stay mad with her there
and her purple painted fingers running through your hair

I have no life outside of writing and this was my parents idea to get an account here to show my work to others. I AM happy about it though, my friends don't give very good feedbacks on my work so maybe other artists can? I don't know, I'm rambling slightly. Okay then I'm off to my other life!

MMF
(AKA Mason)
;P

Mason out *victory sign*
Writing is my life and I am it's instrument of creation.
O.o Strange unwritten life I have..........
XD

A victim
and a survivor.

Of what you may ask.

Of an honor killing,
a supposed murder
that kills an innocent girl,
so that makes it honorable.

But this girl had a purpose,
a reason to live
and to tell her story
to all that would witness it.

She was burned alive
by the decision of her parents,
she was saved by kind
city women.
In some places there are laws for this,
like numbers 97 and 98,
which say the murderer
goes to prison for at least six months,
usually they do not stay that long
and are considered heroes in their homes.

Time goes on and laws change,
but not 97 and 98,
they stay the same.

Though the girl has
a second chance,
she remembers her “slave” days
from her childhood.

Which no child,
male or female,
should endure.

From her beatings
she found nonviolent ways,
her peace of mind not there,
but her peace with people is all there.

Her first life
she writes down
into her book, with her
first born child in the pages.

Running through the woods,
Searching through my dreams,
The sun's about to rise,
My life to begin.

The stars beining to fade,
Their guidence starts to leave me,
I'm on my own, running,
The thrill of it, fleeting.

Opitions staring to open,
The trees thining,
I can finally see the sky,
As the sun begins it's rise.

What will I do between it's rise and setting,
Where will I be when it ends,
Will I be satisfied with my setting sun,
Or will I be left with anger, bitterness,
Blinded; unseeing in the light.

All of this opens up,
As the sun begins to rise.

The world is a strange place. It is a sick place. It is a unique place. As far as we know, there is nowhere in the universe that is like our world. We have life here. Life. An insignificant little blip in the universal timeline. An accident perhaps? Yet...there are over six billion of them. Each one filled with Love, Loathing, Lust and Longing. Happiness and Sadness. Calm and Anger. Are all of these accidents? According to the churches, no. Still, they probably are. Accidents, hurled along the bumpy rollercoaster we call time. Accidents preoccupied with the mountainous terrain they call their lives. All along the way, each accident has a few special moments. Moments no other accident shares. Accidental moments, in the life of accidents. Accidents that live in an unfathomably huge universe. An unfathomably huge universe that is also probably an accident. Accidents upon accidents upon accidents. Life. The Universe. Everything.

And-

Each accident is the one that struggles the most.

Going on 7 years
You are still my entire life
You are something to
Cry about
Think about
Talk about
Why You left
No surprise
For a horrible year and a half
my 9 year old self knew
We all knew
But pretended to hope
and how would that help?
When the prayers
Thoughts
surgery
Radiation
And chemo didn’t
I was only nine, my sister 7, my brother 5
But you left

The woods are something you just can't comprehend.
From a distance, you see their greeen tops- perhaps like hats covering an ugly face below. You see the colors, flashing..
Red. Yellow. Gold. Are they warnings? Are they welcoming signs?
People have entered, and returned without scratches. Others,
have never been found.
Do they choose their victims? Or do their victims choose them?
The calls of the crows, bellowing you to stay out? Or asking you to come in?
Come in.... Come in...
If you dare.

Running through the woods, I see an image of myself traveling though life.

At this stage, my path is clear and leads me to an arrival point for college studies. My pace quickens as I prepare my applications, pursue interviews, and mount the challenges of exams. And yet the joy of the journey is not confounded by obstacles or the urgency in my gait. For my senses are filled by the beauty of the northern forest – the rush of birds to join their flock for southern sojourn, the falling of the leaves which have changed their seasonal attire. These remind me of my own coming transition. And I am gently reassured by the steadfast warmth of the sun on my back.

Sometimes life,
will knock you to your knees,
Leaving you listless,
and in regress
just feeling little,
and small.

Untill that day,
you thought that way.
Not knowing all,
Life had in for you.

Then you learned,
to truly laugh and live.
Not everything was as
bad as it seemed.
He finally came back to you,
it was just as you dreamed...

So wipe away those tears,
in your eyes,
and remember
That glorious day you learned to:
Live,
Laugh,
and Love

Who are we to judge.
People will be who they want,
Don't interfere with life's flow.

A cookie cutter,
Societies false standards.
We are individuals.

I.
What if time were liquid? Would it be a river, rushing downhill forever from an undefined mountaintop or mythical spring? We would be the debris, the browned evergreen needles and waterlogged twigs, tossed around in the fickle current. What are moments? Are they groups of water molecules that rush along with us? Or are they little marks on the bank that we watch fly by as we are helplessly pulled along by the current, no matter how hard we try to cling to them.

What if there was a rock poking out above the surface of time? Could it stand the relentless rush of time? Would the debris be caught on it, abandoned in a single moment as the other twigs and needles were swept around a bend in time and out of sight? What could that debris do until it was dislodged by the river? Would it think? Would it ever catch up?

I would be lying through my teeth if I said I've seen the ups and the downs of the world, I have been very privileged in my time here on Earth and I think that as someone as blessed as I am, I have very little perspective of those who have not been so fortunate. I work as a counselor at a day camp a couple weeks in the summer and this past week I was in Winooski, Vermont. Not a particularly prosperous town but beautiful in its own way. I was outside waiting for my co-counselor to get the girls organized, bathroomed, and ready for jump-choice when an older man, totally sloshed, walked up to the back door of the gym and inquired about the activities going on inside. The camp co-ordinator, a no nonsense lady who didn't have time for him politely shooed him away. I was on the outside of a fence surrounding the backyard of the gym with five or six cones placed a couple meters away to keep any trespassers out and all the girls in.

Thoughts on old, drunken men

By Isabella Blanchard
Essex High School, Grade 9

I would be lying through my teeth if I said I've seen the ups and the downs of the world. I have been very privileged in my time here on Earth and I think that as someone as blessed as I am, I have very little perspective on those who have not been so fortunate.

Bike
To the playground

Walk
To the middle

Lay
On the structure

Stick
Headphones in your ears

Pass
One to me

Press
In my ear

Listen
To the soundwaves

Dismiss
The beauty

Stop

Wonder
About the world

Think
About the sun

Contemplate
The rain

Remove
Music from aural orifice

Smile
To myself

Remember
The last two years

Growing

Maturing

Becoming
Who we are

Smirk
At life

Know

This is how it should be

I wish I
Could say
What I want
To say

I wish I
Could feel
What I want
To feel

I wish I
Could hear
What I want
To hear

I wish I
Could be
Who I want
To be

And then
I wake up

I don't get
Why you smoke
Waste away your life
In embers and ashes

Sounds stupid to me

Are you trying
To kill yourself?
Whether or not
You were addicted
Before or after

I don't care
She died of cancer
Which you can cause
By inhaling
By exhaling

That alone
Should make you
Want to stop

So it's not easy
Life's not easy
You've gotten through
Half of yours
And you've probably
Leaned on friends and family

Well
That's what you
Need to do

There are people
Who care about you
Why won't you care
About yourself?

Too many great people
Pass away
From things they can't
Control

Wouldn't it be a waste
To pass away from something
You can control?

Life has purpose
If you feel like
You have nothing left
To offer
You're pretty stupid

You're a role model
For me
For her
For so many people

You were there for us
Let us be there for you

A wave in the ocean
A ripple in the blue, shining lake

Is this really anything different

From what our soul would partake?

When the day comes that we realize we're all the same

There will no longer be any sort or form of shame

Because we're all human

And lifes not a game.

I look over
What I wrote
Yesterday

Depression
Gloom
Hopelessness

And it was all
Wrong

None of the things
I thought
Are actually
True

Regrets?
No
Just lessons learned

Stupid?
No
Just human

Sorry?
No
And I'm not
In trouble with myself
Anymore

Forgive
But don't
Forget

The chat really
Helped
And I've decided
What to do

I'll be the moth
That knows when
To burn up
And how much
Of myself
To burn

That way
I can be
Part of the beauty
Multiple times

And now
Everyone's cool
I'm zen
Too
Zen with the entirety
Of life

I thought talking
To you
Would be awkward
Was it?

Hell yeah!

But it helped
So much

I'm glad you guys
Are here
And I'll be sad
When we
Depart

But I thought
I wouldn't make it through
The first time
Or the second

Yet here I am!

I'm as awesome
As I've ever been
And I'll get awesomer
As I go

I'm sorry it was
Uncomfortable
And I'm sorry it was
Awkward
But I'm glad
It happened

So, I should be working on my English poster that's due on Thursday so if I fail the exam, my life won't be COMPLETELY over. However, I find this site much more interesting than thinking at the moment. Oddly enough, I want to write more poetry. I've been writing almost nonstop since the Young Writers Conference this past weekend; it's pretty crazy. It's not that I have interesting things to write about, I just feel 10 trillion times more poetic than I have. I could finish one of the many poems that I've blogged on here but I'm feeling as if I don't want to look back, just keep plowing through all of my thoughts until I die from over-exertion. Then, maybe when I'm having an "emo" day, I'll go back and be poetical with all of the ones I didn't finish.

I'm feeling like there will be a lot of "emo" moments this summer so, hopefully, I'll remember that there's unfinished poetry in my notebook.

Next day: I just finished my project and I feel dead. Ugh...

I wrote this poem in April (I think):

stressed
been working
so hard

the pain
it's almost
unbearable

my life
a drawing
erased
redrawn
started over

switching interests
can't make up
my mind

nothing stays the same
everything keeps
changing

i learned that
she's leaving
soon

no word on
whether or not
he'll stay

the emotion
the drama
too much
all at once

i need things
not to change
all the time

i'm growing up
getting older
my body tries
to catch up with my brain

everyone says
i'm mature
they trust me
to be perfect

but i'm still
learning
believe it
or not

they both
trust me
i need
them both

help

she said
she'll give me
her email address
but that's
not enough

i pray
they'll always
be there

and they won't

already
i've lost him
once

will i be able
to recover
if he's lost
again

we're closer now
than ever
before

we think each others
thoughts
we speak each others
words

Gun shots ring out in a darkened, black night
Watch the life ebb from the man who suffers the bullet of this horrid, threatening plight
Watch his eyes as they change into something endless: death and demons; consumed with fright.

Hands are torn
As they scream and succumb to a poisonous; mathematic atmosphere
He says "you can save me, only you my dear, hold me tight and hold me near"
The snicker sound of the blade, oh so sheer
Was the only thing to listen to, the only thing to hear

Watch his eyes as the life ebbs away turning night into day
Watch all the problems rush in, attempt to fend off the death, get in it's way
There's no compromise with this cold and complacent creature that's only mission is to put life's final breaths at bay

Does he fill with regret as he watches the man he shot die?
Anyone does, how could you even ask why?
He wondered where this man would go, below the earth, or into the sky?

If not for words, would we still have questions?
Could we think, if our language was lost?
I sense a change already, falling backwards
Forever I am plummeting from a higher elevation
Too afraid to open my eyes.

If not for breath, would we still have air?
Can life grow and change without oxygen?
As my lungs expand, I raise my eyelids slowly
But as always, I only see what I want to see
Too afraid to face the honesty of truth.

The moon is my ghost, as I land softly
I leave no footprints on its cratered surface
One question at a time, one breath after the other
Though I am no magician, I still feel the magic
There is life all around me, holding me up.

The Beauty of Life
By: Derrick Spalding

In life people are given the gift
Of dreaming, believing, and love.
Dreaming is how people achieve greatness.
Believing is how people obtain hope.
Love is how people learn to live.
They can’t not be destroyed,
Only broken and repaired,
Stronger than before.
People who won’t allow themselves,
To dream, believe, and love,
Will lead a lonely life,
Through the plains of despair.
But the beauty of life is,
The people around you will never
Stop dreaming, believing, and loving you.

Give me a brick, and I will make a road.
Give me another, and I'll make ten more.
Give me a seed, and I will plant a garden.
Give me another, and a forest will grow.

There are things in this world that matter a little,
while others, still, matter ten-fold,
outweighing trifling issues and conflicts,
some events that last seconds will matter for life.

A heartbreak, a phone call, a letter, and more,
such matters can matter, no matter what,
and little by little they grow to such size
to make them eternal, and lasting for life

a party with friends, and I was a happy man,
but happiness fleeting, in a rare circumstance,
I had the chance to talk with an elderly man,
whose stories and advice I will never forget.

little things in this life are small, it may seem,
but count weight for weight, and after you'll find
that all of the smaller things outweigh the big,
and make you the person that you want to be.

Reasons and Wonder
Written for the ones who make a difference
ByLeah

When life throws at you a thousand reasons to cry, show them there is a million reasons to smile.
Try as you might you can’t always fight for the answers; the answers will come…sometime. Until they do, remember to sit and breathe.
When you feel like the earth below your feet crumble and you’re left to hang on by the rope of life, heaven forbid hang on to the rope to the very end.
The people you meet in your life have an important impact no matter how good or bad, big or small.
Never regret the past. For it was a learning experience. Learn to accept the things you can not change, for those are the most important things you are grateful for.
Believe you can find the knowledge and courage to change the tings you can.
“Who is brave enough to break the walls around you?”….You are, and the ones who care and love you. “Who cares enough to even try? And who loves enough to see the truth behind you’re eyes?” The truth is if you are taking the time to relate, you love yourself to see the own truth and can handle it. The ones who care and love you probably see the truth, some know what to do, and others may see it but want to avoid it, hoping it will just go away.
Focus on yourself, stay tuned to the ones who care and want to help, and don’t give up on those who may not know what to do, for even though they may not know what to do, they care by listening to what you have to share.
Don’t fight back the tears from shedding, try not to shy away from sharing what you really want to say, and try to not fall into the path of avoidance and self doubt.
The answers and words of advice are easier to give, harder to use, important to believe, but wiser to use.