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RebelGirl Mar 2018
i run home once again broken hearted
school was horrible as always
i get made fun of for my face
my arms my size having no chest
being too small
having too many questions
not being nice to anyone
now that one has me laughing
ever scince i came to this school
none of you were ever nice to me
what makes you think i would be nice to you
my middle school experiance guys it does get a little bit better
Another love poem? I ask myself.

She's a red streak
where the waves froth her feet white
a girl scouring the sands for shells
in the ageless haze the sea spews
bending and rising like the doubt
if time by some quirk has stopped
and the slanting beach is that warped space
where for long has homed
all the free souls of the world
love being their only name.


I walk up to her richer
by another love poem.
Sagar Island, Nov 19, 2017, 4 pm.
RebelGirl Mar 2018
when your young your innocent
then one day that gets taken right out of hands
and we have to choose the path that we take in life
some of us choose good lives
while others not so much
some of us start down that road then reality hits us cold in the face
and we choose to change our lives
but some of us walk down that road and never change it
RebelGirl Feb 2018
the love inside my heart is there
but it is not resevered for me
i have never had love for myself
i will probally never be able to
but between it all i love my nephew
and my siblings and my parents
but somehow i do not love myself
  Feb 2018 RebelGirl
Amanda Kay Burke
If I could turn back time
I would hit Backspace all day,
Id put on Caps Lock
and SHOUT what I say.

I'd use the whole Alphabet
To tell you hello,
Press seven Numbers
Til you picked up the phone.

I'd Tab through the comments
I didn't want to hear,
And use the Arrow Keys
To drag your body near.

I would Delete the harsh words
I didn't mean to speak,
And Insert the "I love yous"
I before couldn't leak.

I would use Ctrl to
Keep reigns over my heart,
And I would Escape lies
That tore us apart.

I'd Print out your photo
And kiss it goodnight,
Use the Calculator
To check that we were right.

I'd Paint you a picture
of us, you and me,
Then I'd hit Enter
Just so you would see.

Those are the things
I would do in my strife,
If only Backspace
worked in real life.
This is the first poem (that I have a copy of) i wrote that I actually thought was good. I was in seventh grade, twelve years old, and I wrote it for a newspaper competition. I knew it was really great but I didn't think I would beat all other applicants in the state in my age group. So you can imagine my surprise I'm sure when I DID win! That is the first time I was proud of my writing. So this one has a lot of special sentimental value. Thanks for reading.
RebelGirl Feb 2018
i hear all about these drugs people are addicted to
but i do drugs too
just different kinds
writting is one of my huge drugs i abuse
because it keeps me calm
when everything is gone i can write things i would NEVER say to anyone else
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