Category: Submissions

I believe laughter is a cure to depression.
Just how a rainbow & sunshine us our own cure to a storm.
I believe we are slaves to the night, afraid of our own shadows.
I believe that hard work pays off.
Because it doesn’t matter how you want people to feel about you, it matters how you feel about yourself.
I believe that half the time you pray yo God he doesn’t listen.
But he never forgets about you.
I believe been asleep is better than being awake.
But then again you’re still trapped in a different realm.
A realm that even the happiest moments can still be over taken by the darkest thoughts.
Because nothing in this earth is too peaceful.
Because this world is overrun by God & Lucifer.

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Crockett High School

12th

What do I look like letting some boy control my life. What do I look like letting someone tell me who and who I can’t be friends with. Telling me I can’t do something just because he doesn’t want me to. What do I look like being someones little pet following them around like I’m a dog. I am a strong independent woman who doesn’t need in a man in her life. What do I look like.

Way back then
We would have never ending summers
Excitement for others
And there were small bummers
Way back then
The only heels I knew were Heelys
And now nothing appeals
Way back then
Kim Possible was possible
And life was comical
Remember way back then?

When dose minimum requirement become maximum effort.

Each poem 10 lines that all you have to write or is all you can write.

Not 9, not 11, 10 that’s all I need to make something that gets to the point and that gets a grade above a B.

But when dose 10 lines become all that you can create to to make a something that you think is great.

I believe in happiness, enjoying your own quirks,
the stars and the infinity beyond.
I believe in expression, showing yourself,
your true self, not the downgraded you.
I believe in pride,
not onlt gay pride,
but the pride within yourself.
I believe in me,
that I can do what I want.
I believe in me,
I believe in me.

Broken

I close my eyes and lay back
I know I’m not on the right track
Broken heart shatter like a mirror
My soul is empty and it turns me into terror
This is not me but this is what I’ve become
I was like a flower into the sun
Then darkness rolled in and step on my root to start over
It doesn’t stop it keeps going
Every time my life goes good it becomes broken
Pain, hate and revenge I seek in my eyes
Saying I love you,Oh I know that was a lie
You look at me cry, tears down my face
I know you wouldn’t care at this case
I wipe my tears, pick my head up
I’ll tell you the truth straight up
You hurt me once but not again
Because this is where I begin

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croockett

11th

I am a courageous astronaut
I wonder what lies in the unknown
I hear the whoosh of large asteroids flying past me
I see our beautiful, shining planet
I want to experience great wonders
I am a brave explorer

I pretend I have made friends with aliens
I feel happy that I achieved my dream of space exploration
I touch the samples of distant planets that I brought back
I worry that they will be ruined
I cry with joy at the prospect of going to unexplored parts
I am excited about my adventures

I understand I am tiny compared to the universe
I tell myself, you will soon set foot on land
I dream of being well known
I desire to see everything till the edge of the galaxy
I hope I will return to Earth soon
I am a courageous astronaut

We are made of atoms.
Atoms, dancing delicately together to compose flesh and blood and feelings and us.
There was a time when we didn’t exist, when we were nothing but a daydream created by the universe.
And then our parents met and their atoms came together and created us, creatures who’s existence seems far too complex to be possible.
But we’re here.
Billions and billions and billions of atoms perfectly working together, composing the music of life better than any symphony.
If we’re all made of the same atoms brought together in different ways, why are our lives built on bringing down others who aren’t the same as us?
Gender, skin color, sexual orientation,
Being different doesn’t mean we are broken,
Because in the end, we are all the same, fighting our way through existence on a planet working to bring us down.
Our atoms bring us together, so why do we act so apart?