High school contains
The beauty of growth
Curiosity
Develops your personality
The fact of humor
You discover within your companions
Taught that your motivation is:
Passion or sluggishness
To the harmony and hatred of high school
Determining your future
Aug 4, 2019
Aug 4, 2019 at 10:30 PM UTC
Of all the should’s she was told
The countless “needs” needed
She chose romance instead
She stressed over countless threats of failure
She shed far too many tears
Experienced far too many breakdowns
And here she is
Finishing junior year
Aug 4, 2019
Aug 4, 2019 at 10:28 PM UTC
desperation
to finish
for independence
for the hatred to disappear
to move away from what is familiar
to run away with my love
to drop the mental pressure that this year brings
all the hopes awaiting
one step closer to future
Aug 4, 2019
Aug 4, 2019 at 10:27 PM UTC
The summer of 2018
The extreme of the sun burning my skin
The bright colored world starting with a blue sky
The sweat dripping during camp
The competition flowing at our games
The laughs echoing harmony in the basement
The water splashing at the pool
The blasting tunes from the car radio
The whispers of silence in my ear while tears dripped down my face
The nights tasting of fresh air
The memories created during the inbetween
Aug 4, 2019
Aug 4, 2019 at 10:26 PM UTC
the cheer of friends reuniting
reverberated the cluttered commons
un-readily she began this year
wishing to be done from the start
until she met her best friend
being just an unmotivated teenager
a new source of encouragement
a source of trust
gave her the motivation
now having survived
50% of high school
Aug 4, 2019
Aug 4, 2019 at 10:23 PM UTC
Tip toeing in puddles up the rough roadside.
A gentle kiss of raindrops trickled down her rosy cheeks in the early dawn.
Drowning all vegetation around her as a bus arrived.
Aug 4, 2019
Aug 4, 2019 at 10:13 PM UTC
innocent
awkward
lonely
fearful
a girl who knew no one including herself
became omitted to her life before
hopeful
joyful
motivated
humorous
a girl who learned a lot her first year in high school
Jun 7, 2019
Jun 7, 2019 at 10:15 AM UTC
we were the only two that breathes oxygen from the air that I screamed in.
the only two who felt each others touch.
we were the only two who shared that time and space.
no matter what, we are connected.
we are connected and I don't know how to free myself.
a hell that seemed like a reality
Jun 7, 2019
Jun 7, 2019 at 10:08 AM UTC
Her wounds are like a canyon
But her love is like an ocean
Filling it up
Her rage is like a fire
But her power is like a hurricane
Blowing it away
Her filth like the strength a mountain
But her grace is like fresh snow
Falling over it
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 3:15 PM UTC
See girl, your soul is mighty and pure,
Filled with comforts so serene-
And your mind is made up of fortresses,
Stronger than any part of me-
I’ll never give up if it means bringing you home,
To the comforts you once knew-
The safety of your own body and mind,
Every beautiful part of you.
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 3:11 PM UTC