Two girls,
best of friends
played together
everyday after school
couldn't separate
even lied they were sisters
played and fought but always friends
then girl 1 moved
they were both sad
but they made is work and stayed friends
then one day girl 1 made more friends
and told girl 2
girl 2 was jealous and scared
thought she was replaced
but then girl 1 assured her she wasn't
girl 2 was relieved
but after a while girl 1 began to ignore girl 2
and girl 2 just though she was busy
and their yearly trip was coming up
girl 1 cancelled and didn't want to go
this was THEIR trip
this was THEIR time
but instead girl 2 decided it was nothing
but now she reminesses in the days when they were always together
and tells herself girl 1
is the
BEST (not) FRIEND she has ever had
Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 12:42 PM UTC
I'm not blonde
and I'm not dumb
but sometimes I wish I was
Being smart is stressful
and being brunette is typical
But being blonde is cool
and being dumb is fun
maybe I could dye it
but then everyone would know
maybe I could use a wig
But then I would be fake
I wish I were a dumb blonde and it would be easier
Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 12:24 PM UTC
you help me
you keep me sane
you hold me in one piece
you are always on me
You are my hoodie
you are my savior
you are like my safety blanket
my anxiety makes me freak
my anxiety makes me scared
my anxiety makes me fail
but you always prevail
you are always on my back
you are always hugging me
and if i pull tight i feel more safe
you.
help.
me.
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 1:35 PM UTC
They said it was huge
They said I would get lost
It was said that no little kid could survive the jungle the hallways were
It´s a jungle
It would be the end of all man kind
¨You wont survive¨
I proved them wrong
My first year was easy
no one walked on me
no jaguar attacked me
I walked through the jungle like it was a walk in the park
They warned me
¨It could be the best or the worst years of your life¨
I don´t care
I want to finish and get out
Im ready to leave this disastrous place
The alien-older kids are scary
they have this thing called ¨seniority¨
I hate it
They get everything they want
I get nothing
I´m ready to leave
I want to leave the jungle called Byron Nelson
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 1:22 PM UTC
She came from the heavens.
she came to me
She is an angel and
Her halo floats high
her hair fly's in the wind
like a goddess
her presence saved my life
and mine for her.
It was dark,
I couldnt see,
but then she came and shined a light on me
she took away my past
and showed me my future
her presence saved my life
and mine for her.
I wanted to give up
I had no one
it was lonely
and the nights were cold
but her presence saved my life
and mine for her.
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 1:19 PM UTC
After years of growing-
After a hundred years-
After being out in the wilderness
And watching the birds and the squirrels
make a home of my branches
I've been chopped down,
cut to pieces,
separated from myself.
And this is what you use of me?
I´ve been stapled to 99 other pages,
shoved between plastic or cardboard,
And left on this empty shelf to be alone.
Im blank,
unused,
wasted,
You could draw on me...
but NO!
the least you could do
is fold me into a paper airplane so i can fly
like the birds that once lived in my branches
so i can be whole once again.
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 1:18 PM UTC
He is capable of beauty inside
The beauty is magnificent everywhere
He too has capability outside
The reflection of light off his smooth hair
Is truly a sight for sore eyes as well
there´s a feeling that is incredible
It is not embarrassing that I fell
He left the marks that are indelible
His smile was filled with so much delight
he would run and run happily for days
He was so loving he would never fight
I had so so long with him and it pays
He was always laying in bed at home
I miss him and I am forever proud
one day I received a call on the phone
some days it makes me want to cry out loud
I love him with all my heart so so much
But it all went goodbye in just a crunch
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 1:05 PM UTC
nothing
noting at all
You broke me like a pane
left me shattered
and walked away
But there is nothing to feel because i'm just a pane
You may say sorry but that won't put my pieces back together
it does not matter
i do not matter
you can just buy another and replace me
was i not clear enough?
was i not pretty enough?
did i not show you the outside world good enough?
was i ever good enough?
enough?
?
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 1:04 PM UTC