depressing

Fear is leaving someone you love
Fear is all of those dark places in those creepy old houses.
Fear is the creepy old man creaking the rocking chair back and forth back and forth.
Fear is going deep down into dark, dark water
Fear is something crawling out from a deep, dark pit
Fear is the world that you know disappearing right before your eyes
Fear is the school bully saying he is going to beat you up after school.
Fear is fear
Fear is death.

~ Brandon Potter

I heard the sound of shattering glass. My dad was yelling “earthquake get down.”
My little sister was crying, my mother was mumbling, and my older brother was running towards me. “Hayden hold on” my brother said. As I curled into a ball, I felt him covering me. One by one glasses fell, books dropped, and all I could do was cry. My tears rolled down my cheeks like acid rain drops burning my face. The earthquake had gone on for another hour, and then it was over. As I tried to get up, my brother Andrew was still covering me.

There he stands,
Straight as a Statue,
In The Sands,
His eyes wildly Scream,
His lips Tightly Glued,
His Body looks week,
This is a strange man,
But Not to be Rude,
I say "i'd like to help you",

And with these words,
that strange man Burst,
Crying in The Sands Below,
Why he Grieved,
Why he Wept,
Things i did not know.

He Looks to me,
salt soaked tears,
bleeding down his cheeks,
"I didn't mean to"
"It's not my fault"
"please sir, tell me of what you speak"
Then with Just a glance at the Bloody Knife,
Now My Eyes Are The Ones Who Scream

Dewiness of the massacred day balances the reality of what lay
Unshaven sharp looks from the fallen hero
Contorting paths made his arrangement final
Reach his death to die a happy man
Was his only choice before they decided
To take down his black and white profile upon a thrown of headlining legends
He was once on top of a world broken and sorrowed
Brang joy to peoples faces when they were bout to pull the trigger
Soon did he realize happiness fades and superhero’s cant always have capes
Which is why his phosade diminished into his soul
Leaving everything he thought was in control
On the edge of the 15th story
To make another headlinging chronicle

It was time. We’d spent a month getting to know these kids and now, they were leaving. They’d learned so much; I was so proud, am so proud. They came to America to learn English, American’s and our customs - they’d accomplished that. I didn’t get to know everyone of them - I didn’t even meet half of them. For a month’s time, that seemed pretty pathetic.

It was a grey man, ankle-deep in a grey landscape. His grey face with its sunken eyes that seemed to bulge in contrast to his bony, drawn features and lipless mouth was bent against the harsh wind whipping in from a blurred horizon. He slowly, lethargically trudged through the grey snow, his thin cap pulled down over the top of his ears, and his hunched shoulders protecting the bottoms. The iron sky would have been a mirror image of the snowy ground had it been covered hundreds, thousands, millions, of dejected, scrawny creatures. They hadn’t known why they were there when they got there, and none of them could remember whether they had ever known who they were. Either way, they knew neither now.

Once there was a girl
She thought she was going to die
A sallow complexion
And dark baggy eyes.
The doctors told her,
There’s nothing they could do.
Maybe it was just the flu.

Once there was a girl
The doctors said she would die.
A sallow complexion
And dark baggy eyes.
The doctors told her,
Only seven months
Not once,
Did she ask why.

Once there was a girl,
Her mother found her dead.
Laying lifeless
On a hospital bed.
No complexion,
Or bags on her eyes.
With no reasons why.

Once there was a mother,
Found her daughter dead
On a hospital bed.
No complexion,
Or bags on her eyes.
She never
Could really know why.

You tell me to smile
Because I am a happy person…
Really,
I am?
I think you are mistaken,
Or maybe,
You don’t know whats going through my mind.
I feel as if,
I am always left out,
Like I don’t belong.
I never really have anywhere,
So it doesn’t really matter.
Sometimes,
When you talk to me,
You tell me that you all got together,
Without me.
I was never invited.
It kind of hurts being left out.
For once,
I thought I fit in,
But I think I messed that up…
Maybe I’ll get it right someday…

Music is my closest friend,
And sometimes my only friend.
It comforts me at midnight,
When I realize how alone I am,
And shields me from the rain,
Partially frozen from the cold emptiness.
Its always knows what to say
To make me feel better,
And it stays with me though out the day.
Music is the only thing
That I truly and completely know
And music is the only thing

Oh how I hope
That my
sad
Little wishes
Would someday
Be granted,
That
My knight in shining armor
Appears,
At least have someone
Like me,
For me
Or that
I someday
have the
Perfect
Body type,
Or
That I manage
To get into
College,
Or that
I even spell
College
Right
On my application.
Maybe,
That I even catch
A crayfish
By tomorrow,
Or maybe,
That I could
Fit in

The moons has stopped glowing,
The sun’s stop shining,
The stars have stopped twinkling,
The power’s gone out,
Nothing but a blackout.
No light to guide anyone’s way.
There’s nothing to see,
Nowhere to go.
Everyone’s alone,
No comfort anywhere.
Everything’s ruff,
Nothing’s sweet,
All the little pleasures have gone.
The music has stopped,
No one talks.

Snow…
School…
Why,
Oh Why am I here?
Isn’t snow supposed to bring joy
And happiness to kids?
Bring days off,
Or at least some sleep?
Snow is supposed to rejuvenate us all.
Today,
Is didn’t.
It tired us out,
It made commutes harder.
Snow…
Adults don’t understand
Snow…
I weep when I think of all of the other kids
Sleeping
Playing
Escaping school…

Aloha! Here I am again, your reporter of random reports! The topic of my article you ask? Well, here it is: Why are all of the books they make you read in school depressing?
In class, we just finished reading a book. I had some hope that this book would have a happy ending, but it didn’t. It was utterly depressing because my favorite character died. I started to think.

It was dark, and depessing.
The night was lost, or so we thought.
A sudden crop of smiles, miniature full moons,
fell into the nearly full shadow on all those faces.
A sudden drowning occured, a drowning of
anguish, fear, and pain.
We were done trying to seek the unknown, the
unseen, and the unheard.
we were just done feeling all the same.