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Taken from their hands,
was the land they never visited.
Taken from the mind,
is the life they couldn't grasp
Imaginations were whisked away,
dreams dashed,
souls shattered.
Each kid forced to grow up, and use a broom.
Taught to sweep up, to clean up.
Just to keep their families alive.
Kids I know complain because WiFi is slow,
their phones were taken away.
Oh no! They can't go to the mall with friends.
Why yes, kids have jobs.
Only some and not all. Many don't need a job just to survive,
they want high school credits so they can have a spare block.
Some kids have jobs because they need to help out their families,
then they get in trouble for missing class because they got home at midnight,
slept in and missed first block and rush to school and get kicked out for missing too much school.
Yet we still look at the problems that aren't as important as LIFE!
We look at how the government can make more money,
what forest we can chop down and build Wal-Marts and McDonald's!
How to stop refugees from taking jobs from people.
But I haven't ever talked in class about how to help the poor, and how to balance work and school. Never how to support a family of 6.
But I have been taught how to dance the Cadillac ranch. Watched movies on Geisha's and Super size me.
But never
was I Taught anything that meant something to
Me.
So thanks life lessons.
Lets go dance, or watch some T.V
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head in pillow stuffing blocking a noise,
sheets soaked of fallen tears, hand tied in fists, blood seeping through the fingers.
his hand on he back pressing her to the mattress, whispering words of false comfort, small threats and enjoyment at her vulnerability.
her feet kicking against the pain as if her mal frame could throw his body away.
when he leaves, it as if body lays above her.
One made of hate and hurt. Betrayal and cowardice. The bruises on her body remind her of this time.
when her freedom and her choice was wisped away as easily as the sheets covered in her broken soul.
ripping the sheets off, as if clean sheets made her feel as if her body wasn't covered in sweat made of fear.
She wishes ripping those sheets off was as easy as peeling the tape he placed over her mouth with threats of violence if she removed it and let her pain spill from her swollen lips.
she lays there s darkness fills her room, and tears cover her fresh sheets.
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My heart pounded with a sense of dread. Fear crept into my body.
Monsters and rose bushes circled me, gripping to the point of destruction.
Why won't my nightmares ever end? Why do they plague me with never ending fear and Why am I not in control of the things that occur in my head, day after day?
will I feel alive when will this end, as a hand grabbed my ankle and screams at me and says don't go! I said if you follow me you will get lost, I am lost in time and I can't get out this time
I'm and always lost. I can't be guided. The world is a maze and I'm at a dead end. The door is locked, the key missing.
I am just a misguided ghost with no roads, yet I am followed. No doors, but i have a key. No walls, and I continue to travel endlessly.
The world is a blank slate and I don't have the chalk to write my path. So I lay here, feeling the tears seep down my cheeks, cold glass orbs. My heart drops. I'm forever gone.
Now the windows cover in dust, and the doors remain locked.
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Being torn apart, inside out,
Society ripping your flesh into pieces.
Red coating the walls in splashes of vibrant life.
You’re not good enough, You must change to become who you are
meant to be.
Nobody can be different,
but you all must be unique.
How can we survive this treacherous land we know of as, Home?
Many of us have fallen from the pressures of being told who we are and who we must be.
We are all being molded into perfect little creatures, we are puppets of
society.
Nobody is strong enough to stand on their own against this monster,
we must stand together. We must protect are differences,
Not allow ourselves to be molded into clones.
Now lets wipe up that blood, and stitch up those wounds.
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Darkness crowded the room,
smoke filled the air.
Oxygen fell to the floor,
running away, intertwined with the carpet.
Her hair fell in an ashy halo
around her head.
A used match lays in her hand, smoking gently.
A glaze covered her eyes. Sirens filled the air
noise never reached her mind. Nothing,
she could not hear.
Her father's favorite song played upstairs,
in the music player he left behind,
when he left her behind.
The house empty, has been for years.
She has been living there, or has she just
been there? A men in red break down the door.
Stairs are stepped upon as the enter hells flame.
The girl was engulfed in flames,
yellow fingers dancing in her hair.
Ash fell like snow around her that christmas morning.
The men started spraying there useless hope on the fire,
along with the fire extinguishers.
They stopped dumbfounded.
The girl's hand stretched out towards them,
in a small sign of Stop.
By the time they recovered,
they had a pile of ash,
and a nightmare to remember.
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Its hard,
getting over being stripped of your worth.
Its hard to allow someone
to hold you and let them help you.
After being tied up and used,
again and again and you never whispered a word.
They can tell you over and over its not your fault. Yet you will always
feel as if its.
You didn't stop him.
You let him go free,
who else may he have hurt?
Those girls you could have protected.
But then again,
He makes his own choices.
He chose to hurt you, to use you.
You were twelve,
he was not. You didn't ask for it.
Your uniform was not a silent plea to be used.
So honey,
Its not your fault.
You need to know.
He chose his own actions.
You got scared. Nobody is immune to fear.
Now just pay attention.
It may be hard.but your not broken, you
can be fixed if you take the chance.
Hold my hand,
Ill pull you into the light.
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Nobody likes being abandoned or forgotten.
So why are you forgetting them?
They stuck by your side
while you were falling deep.
They never gave up and
never will.
Dont just let them fall down
Dont give up on them now
They have stood by you,
and now it is
your turn.
It Is Called Friendship for a reason.
You Guys Stay by each other No matter What
Its Trust
Its love.
Its Friendship.
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Standing in an empty room, alarms blaring.
Kids run out of the school, screams echo on the walls, she called Hell.
She sits on the floor, fire rages beside her.
She watches as the flames dance closer and closer to her flushed body.
Songs of pain and misery play in her head.
She starts to sing. A lick of fire meets her foot, consumes it hungrily.
The fire spreads, her voice rings louder and louder as her body burns.
Students turn to the noise, the vice principal knows this voice. She hears it
day by day.
Her little girl, is in a burning building. The mother rushes to the doors,
is stopped by men in red.
Smoke swirls around the lady in a gray misery.
She falls to her knees, as does the girl.
Both have lost control of their legs.
The mother recognizes the song, it was one she sang to her daughter as a child.
She sings, through her tears.
The daughter turns at the sound of her mothers voice.
She hadn't heard her mother sing since she was a 12,'when her father died.
The girl starts to cry and goes to move to leave, to escape the flames of hell she lit.
She falls and is consumed.
When the fire is out, and the mother finds the girl.
All that is left is a locket. With her daughter and Husband. Ingraved with the words.
'Im Sorry.'
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Numbness.
Her body is full of sensations but none felt from her
skin. Burning deep in her veins, rotting from her heart
O U T W A R D S
Those words they whipped on her skin, etched in red lines,
red ink drips down, coating the floor in a bright paint.
He looks at her though a shade is over his eyes, hiding her pain as the drugs
take them to a new world.
His own body is a web of lies, spun to r4semble a friend, someone there to talk to.
His hand n hers is the only ting she can slightly feel,
the freezing of her finger tips.
Her veins cool down after sometime, and he starts to untangle, a wisp of smoke, causing her eyes to tear up as she watches the only person she could tell her thoughts to,
evaporate along with the high that came from the needle in her hand.
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The color seemed to drain from the sky,
falling in small orbs as the blues turned to greys.
The trees all seemed to droop, the green of the leaves seeping back into the ground.
The roses recoiled from the cool air,
shutting themselves off from the world protecting their vulnerability.
The water below the bridge played games, waves playing tag,
colliding, the screams of their collisions filled her ears.
Raindrops coating her white knuckles, her hands tightly grasping the bridge bars behind her.
Tear drops covering her swollen lip, mingling with the blood.
Brisk wind on the bruises of her inner thighs,
the empty marks where hands once grasped on her wrists.
Her mind seemed to become color blind, as the world around her melted behind a curtain of tears, ending the horror show that was once playing in front of them.
Her audience were the members of the play, the grass that had been below her body, the screams that seemed to linger in the air awaiting the new ones.
Now in the after credits she is the only one to be seen.
Her heart is empty and her will has vanished into the depths below her.
She removes her pinky from the bar, letting go of her smallest worries,
her grades, her job, her small extra things that once brought her joy, but are now the pebbles that will help her sink.
she removes her middle and ring fingers, letting go of her mediocre problems.
her breakup, her friendships, her college rejections. Once hopes that helped her move but are now the strings that help tie her feet together.
She removes her index finger, letting go of the things that pushed her to this bridge. Her parents divorce, her fathers repetitive slaps to the face, his words that whipped into her skin, and lastly the memory of the boys in the forest. Who dragged her, and put the tape on her mouth that will silence her scream as she falls.
She removes her thumb. Letting go of her existence.
When they look into the death of one beautiful girl, the last thing she left behind,
was a painting of a bridge, with stormy waters, and a girl, being engulfed in its depths, although the photo looks as if its melting, it al becoming one.
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