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The Teenage Years

We learn from our mistakes,
From the wrong turns, we take,
From the fake friends we make,
And from the times we almost break.

Our mistakes help us grow,
But at the time, we didn't know.
We didn't want our weakness to show.
At the time, we couldn't let them know.

Our fake friends were there,
But they didn't actually care
Our secrets they would share,
And now as we pass, they just stare.

Not breaking means you're strong.
You'd know where you went wrong,
As if you weren't waiting so long
To explain yourself, but stay strong.


So here's to the liars and traitors,
All the wannabes and haters
And learning from our mistakes
And learning to spot the fakes.

Here's to being a teen
Live it up, 'cause we're living the dream.

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I'M Left Silent

I'm left silent,
I'm left in pain.
You are so violent
and completely insane.

The way you touched
and hurt me so well
left my body crushed,
and you could tell.

But you left me hurt,
broken, and bruised.
When you'd rip my shirt,
you'd yell I lose.

And I always did,
for you were stronger,
and whenever I hid,
you hurt me longer.

I didn't deserve it,
but now I have no choice.
I'll have to endure it,
for I have no voice.

So forget me,
but remember,
I'll never forget you.

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Say Goodbye

You said you are my friend,
But you stabbed me in the back
I sit here in my blood,
Wondering if you will ever come back.
 
As I suffer,
The days go by.
I'm wondering what is this.
Why do I feel so dry?
 
We once use to be happy,
But now it's all disappeared.
This feeling of pressure
Is slowly getting near.
 
My suffering increases
As the days go by,
And I'm sitting here wondering
Why you said goodbye?
 
How can you know me?
When I barely even knew myself.
How can you laugh with me?
When inside I am crying.
 
I told you once, how I felt.
Your ice-cold heart didn't even melt.
You didn't believe any word I said.
You'd be surprised when I end up dead.
Every coin has two sides, 
just like you had two faces
 
How can you talk about me?
When you don't know the real me.
How can you see me?
When this image is a fake, a lie.
For you were like the rain, 
you came and passed by
 
You never like anything I do.
Even though most of it is for you.
My "sometimes" best friend
Who is supposed to be with me until the end.
But you leave me all the time.
And never seem to see me behind.
Struggling to stop you,
I groan and moan as I chase after you,
Hurrying to please you.
 
You never see my feelings.
Only your own.
This makes me want to moan.
But this, you've already known.
 
You already knew that you walked away as I cried,
you turned your back on my tears.
To imagine you capable of such things,
A monstrous idea indeed.
 
I trusted you as you broke me.
I was there when you needed me,
But when I needed you, where were you?
 
Pretending to be someone you aren't,
To impress your "friends."
For you are as dark,
Dark as the magical, mysterious midnight
For which Lightning dances across the night sky 
I guess you will never know all I did,
All I've done, simply for you.
 
You forget I know the real you.
I know the person that hides beneath.
I know things about you that others don't.
 
Don't worry. Your secrets are safe with me.
I won't betray your trust. As you did to me.
 
You were my friend.
Alas, that mistake no longer lives.
Only the pain in my heart shows its existence.
 
I wish I knew what happened,
For you to do as you did.
But I guess that's one secret,
I'll never be privileged to know.

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Dust To Dust

If your heart was a diamond, perfect and clear,
glittering gleaming like a broken heart's tear,
if lust was coal, dusty and black,
would it make you realize you want to come back?

If music was woven with golden thread
soft... like the locks lay upon your head
I would listen all day... and through the night
I would play it once more to make things right.

For if poems and words were always the truth
and were spun into realities as beautiful as you,
my creation would be worth the time that it takes
and the toll that it makes.

For days are like mountains and years are like hills
and the tears are the rivers that turn all the mills.
Though they bring sadness and though they bring pain,
Has one seen a rainbow without any rain?

Though things cannot last, still nothing can die.
It is a circle broken with only goodbyes.
An echo in silence... a wonder we forgot
the weeping of willow was all for not.

One less second is no concern of mine,
but one may wonder where goes that time...
You can think it like this, you can think it like that.
Will the thinking bring those moments back?

It has been so long, moments have been wasted!
Fruits of love I have never tasted
rot on the ground but will grow towards the sky!
It is the endless circle broken only with goodbye

Crumbling in my hands, the hopes of a past,
leaving, believing that all this could last.
The soil turns to sand and then sand into dust
and blows away in the wind... something bigger than us.

This greater purpose... this greater end
can be seen in every sunrise, every heart of a friend.
Coal into diamond and diamond to rust.
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust!

So be it if words are spun into lies.
It is all just the circle broken with these goodbyes.
In the end... dreams will come and others will rust
it is ashes to ashes and dust to dust!

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The Passage of Time

In the quiet moments, I sit and trace
The lines of time etched on a familiar face,
Once unburdened, with dreams like the sky,
Now shadows of worries are creeping nearby.  

Days roll like rivers, swift currents abide,
Carrying laughter and love as they glide,
A playground of childhood now overgrown,
Where echoes of innocence softly intone.  

Old photographs dusted, the colors have faded,
Yet memories linger—both joyous and jaded.
The swing set that creaked, the treehouse so tall,
Now sits as a ghost, where the wild things would call.  

I walk through the hallways of my own shifting mind,
Retracing the steps, the lost and the blind,
Friendships that blossomed, then withered like leaves,
Some stayed for the summer, while others just leave.  

Time molds us in silence, yet speaks without voice,
It whispers of change, like a heart's whispered choice.
We grow and we falter, we rise and we break,
But every sweet moment, there's something at stake.  

The town that I knew, with its small bustling streets,
Has grown into something—new rhythms, new beats.
The café replaced by a chain with no soul,
Yet deep in my heart, the old memories roll.  

And as I peer closer, the mirrors reveal,
The echoes of youth, the passage we feel.
For though we may change, and the world may renew,
The essence of time shapes the me and the you.  

So here’s to the seconds, both heavy and light,
To the laughter, the heartache, the dreams in the night.
For in every heartbeat, in every year’s flight,
We find that through time, we can shine even bright.

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The Sweet Shop

There's a shop down the street
where all the school kids meet;
a shop of wonders and delight
all wrapped up in one big bite

Step inside this tasty paradise,
take a bite of fudge, take another slice;
jars full of gobstoppers and pear drops,
and in the freezer icicle pops.

Exploding mouths full of tingling space dust,
an amazing taste and a sugar rush;
cola bottles, flying saucers, and lemon sherbets
white chocolate mice, drumsticks, and candy cigarettes.

Spending pocket money every day
not worrying about tooth decay;
a bagful of happiness just for a penny,
keeping close to the chest, not sharing any.

Time to go home and enjoy the feast,
just for a few minutes at least;
until tomorrow after school
to the shop we all thought was cool.

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The Weight of Absence

In the quiet folds of January’s chill,  
I wrote a letter, my heart laid bare,  
To Kate, my friend, my kindred spirit still,  
Whose laughter once danced in the air.

You were my world, a family of two,  
You and Diego were my guiding stars,  
Through storms and sunshine, we always knew,  
Our bond was eternal, without any scars.

But shadows loomed, anxiety bloomed,  
Low self-esteem whispered cruel lies,  
I wondered often, in the silence consumed,  
If I was an anchor or merely a guise.

You filled my days with kindness and light,  
Your feistiness sparked a flame in my soul,  
But then came Sebastian, and turned day to night,  
You slipped through my fingers, lost all control.

You were so brave, independent and free,  
But with him, you faded, a stranger became,  
I watched as you changed, my heart couldn’t see,  
The friend I adored was lost to the game.

I wanted your happiness, truly I did,  
But your laughter grew soft, your spirit confined,  
And I feared the day when you’d lose what you hid —  
A heart full of love, now marred and maligned.

What happens when he leaves? Will you remember  
The friend who stood steadfast, the one who believed?  
Or will you forget, this warmth of December,  
The love that was real, though it was deceived?

Kate, my dear friend, I wish you could see,  
I cared more than words could ever convey,  
Not for a title, but for the soul inside,  
I cherished you wholly, with joy and dismay.

If he was your choice, I’ll step back in the rain,  
With heavy hearted ink, I’ll bear the weight,  
But know this, my friend, through joy or through pain,  
I stand here still, for you, there’s no hate.

So I close this letter, with love wrapped in scars,  
Hoping you find your way back to the light,  
Among the memories, our lingers of stars,  
In the echoes of laughter, may our spirits unite.

In the quiet of loss, friendship may bend,  
But true love remains, even when paths part ways,  
And someday, dear Kate, we may find the end  
Of this chapter we’ve written, through sorrowful days.

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Echoes of Goodbye

Dearest Adrian, do you know the ache,
The way you left my heart, a shattered flake?
Each tear I cried, a river flowing deep,
For in your silence, I lost the will to sleep.  

You were the sun that turned into a storm,
The hands that held me, now ghostly and worn.
I loved you fiercely, but you turned away,
Left me in shadows where love used to play.  

I wrote this letter, inked with my pain,
A way to purge the heart's scarlet stain.
Once I trusted, believed in your gaze,
Now I question if love's worth this maze.  

The memories linger, bittersweet and bright,
Yet the nights blend into a suffocating fright.
Why did you leave when I needed you near?
Was the love we shared merely smoke in the air?  

I didn’t think love could cut so deep,
Could leave remnants of sorrow that crawl into sleep.
But you lifted me high just to let me fall,
A sweet serenade turned into a brutal call.  

With all my heart, I gave you my best,
But you took the love and left me to rest.
And here I am, rebuilding from dust,
Understanding that love should be built on trust.  

I’ve learned through your silence, your absences vast,
That real love isn’t found in a fragile past.
I carry the scars like pages I’ve turned,
Finding strength in the lessons I learned.  

Yet part of me wonders, can I ever love true,
When shadows of heartbreak still whisper of you?
I won’t close my heart; I’ll mend it instead,
Through the cracks of my being, new love I will thread.  

Goodbye, dear Adrian, the hardest of lines,
But I’ll rise through the ruins, letting fate intertwine.
You taught me of love and the pain that it wears,
But with time, I’ll find joy in what the heart dares.  

So take this final note, a wish on the breeze:
May you find your own path, may your spirit find ease.
And though you held my heart in your careless grip,
I release you now—let this journey eclipse.  

—Makayla

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Living Loudly with ADHD

I hid in the SHADOWS, where whispers feel FAINT,
Thoughts tangled in RIDDLES, faceless and COLD,
With MEMORIES flitting, like ghosts that will PAINT.

Each task feels a CHALLENGE, the world moves SO FAST,
With lists barely CATCHING a glance that won’t HOLD,
I’m here but not THERE, like a ship’s sail CAST.

Yet in the MIRROR, I’ve grown to RESOUND,
Found STRENGTH in the CHAOS, my voice won’t FADE,
Imperfectly DRIFTING, in my colors UNBOUND.

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Worst Day Ever

Today was the absolute worst day ever
And don't try to convince me that 
There's something good in everyday
Because when you take a closer look, 
This world is a pretty evil place.
Even if
Some goodness does shine through once in a while
Satisfaction and happiness don't last. 
And it's not true that
It's all in mind and heart
Because
True happiness can be obtained
Only if one's surroundings are good
It's not true that good exists 
I'm sure you can only agree that
The reality
Creates 
My attitude
It's all beyond my control 
And you'll never in a million years hear that 
Today was a good day