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351 · Feb 2015
I Came, Even though
Annie Quill Feb 2015
Everyday I come to school
I come to every class
I never skip
Even though school is torture
Even though I am laughed at
Even though I learn NOTHING
I still come
Even though it can hurt
Even though it undermines my confidence
Even though it's a struggle to get through the day
I still come
Even though I learn more by myself
Even though I can self-direct my own education
Even though I was bullied
I still come
Even though I don't feel  safe
Even though it does more damage than good
Even though I want to run
Run, run, run,
Untill I'm somewhere I can really live
I still come
349 · Jan 2016
Superfluous
Annie Quill Jan 2016
The common rage against superfluous rules
Drove many to chalenge the unjust laws
The killed many chances at life
Stifled hope to a cradles plight
346 · May 2014
Fly
Annie Quill May 2014
Fly
Ground below me
Sky above me
Horizon in front of me
Horizon behind me
Sky sky sky
Soaring through the air
Flying every where
Wind beneath my wings
Supporting
Safe
Sky sky sky
337 · Jan 2016
Aposiopesis
Annie Quill Jan 2016
She jumped off the cliff
They don't know where she went
She is on the other side
Her time in this world cut off midsentance
336 · Mar 2016
Why
Annie Quill Mar 2016
Why
I didn't even realize something was wrong
I thought April, last April, was the last of it
That you got better
That I was going to see you again
If I had even thought it was a possibility
I would have hugged you harder at Christmas
I wouldn't have let myself oversleep
I would have stayed up all night
Just so that I wouldn't have missed your last visit

I didn't even know you smoked
That there was a chance of me loosing you because of that
I never even smelled it on you

I thought you would get to meet my kids
See me get married
See me become a grown woman
See me graduate college
See me graduate high school

But then the police came to the door
And I heard enough to piece it together
To figure out you were gone
Why
Why now
Why my Dad's birthday?
Of all the times why now?
My Grandfather just died
331 · May 2014
Different
Annie Quill May 2014
Do you realize I can see it?

That look in your eyes?

Saying I’m a freak?

A loser?

A spazz?

A good for nothing?

A ******?

That look that says I’m different?


I’m tired of being different,

Of trying to be like you,

Why do I even try?

To be like you?

Can’t I be myself?!

Oh wait no!

I CANT BE MYSELF!

It’s socially unacceptable!

What the hell!

WHY CANT I BE ME?!


Is that so bad?

To try to be myself?

To be individual?

To be unique?

To dress how I want?

To say what I want to say?

And do what I want to do?

And act how I want to act?

To be myself without rebuke and constrain of social norms?

To be individual without being told its wrong and being tied down with the ropes of unspoken social rules?

To be unique without being glared at with looks of contempt and aloof?

To dress how I want without being looked at like I’m crazy, or told it’s out date?

To say what I want to say without being told that it’s weird or out-of-line?

To do what I want to do without being told I have to stay within certain confines?

To act how I want to act without having my lines scripted and my moves choreographed by the rules and regulations of society?

Is it so horrible to want to be who I am without the looks that say I’m an out-cast or having to live within the walls of social norms?

Am I such a terrible person that I can’t be myself?


And do you realize I can see it?

That look in your eyes?

Saying I’m a freak?

A loser?

A spazz?

A good for nothing?

A ******?

An out-cast?

A person out of line?

That look that says I’m different?


Because I do see it,

And it hurts,

To know I’ll never be accepted,

Or told its okay to be me,

To be individual,

To be unique,

To dress, say, do, and act how I want,

And not have to ask my Mom,

‘Is this outfit okay?’

To ask my friends,

‘Did I say something wrong?’

‘Did I do something wrong?’

To ask my teachers,

‘Did I act out of line?’

To say to the whole wide world,

‘I’m sorry for being me,’


I see the looks,

I notice them every day,

And I must ask,

Can you please stop?

Because I’m sorry,

For being me,

Because I can’t change,

Who I am,

Because I see you, and I notice the looks you give me,

And they hurt,

So please?

Can you stop?

Just for one day?

Just one measly day?

Because it hurts,

And I can’t change,

Who I am.
326 · Jan 2016
Phobos
Annie Quill Jan 2016
Oh moon of Mars
Innermost satellite
Falling around mars in a mere eight hours
How fast that is!
How awing
In less than a day you go around
In a mere school day
You have gone around once
What an amazing thing!
326 · Jan 2016
Writer
Annie Quill Jan 2016
A thousand story's in my head,
Twisting, tangling,
Unexpected bend,
Words flying onto paper,
Fingers frantically catching up,
Brain sorting into semi coherency,
Characters mingling, blending, creating,
Sorting into many words,
Describing an image in its whole,
Catching fragments,
Sewing a patchwork quilt of words,
Write on!
309 · Jan 2016
Jupiter
Annie Quill Jan 2016
Dear Jupiter,
I wonder about you
You interesting gas planet
Are you really a planet?
Or are you an unlit sun?
Maybe
Many many eons in the future
You will become a new lit sun when our current one explodes?
Or perhaps
You will extend our current sun's life span if you merge?
Only time will tell!
304 · Apr 2016
Other side
Annie Quill Apr 2016
My tree is not half known anymore,
I've got the other side,
I've got so much to go on now,
I've got the other side,
I've got more brothers,
Got three now,
I can see the other side,
I've got two dads,
I’ll figure it out,
Cuz I can see the other side,
How this will go,
I don't know,
But I can see the other side
304 · Jun 2014
Empires
Annie Quill Jun 2014
Empires fall
Empires rise
Empires live
Empires die
300 · Jan 2016
Memorys
Annie Quill Jan 2016
Are like the light of long gone stars
Still shining in our sky
Seen by us
Much like the story's our constellations tell
Our memory changes
Every time we remember
Minute alterations are made
Changing without heed
Of the original iteration
298 · May 2014
I Wanna See The World
Annie Quill May 2014
I wanna see the world
I wanna see the world and go EVERYWHERE
I wanna go everywhere and feel EVERYTHING
I wanna FLY
296 · Jan 2016
Pluto
Annie Quill Jan 2016
Poor little planet
Out there all alone
Stripped of a title
It's year not even completed once

Poor little planet
How rude of us?
Just because you are in a Dy-transitional orbit
With a moon that might ALSO be a planet?

Poor little planet
I apologize
For any unnecessary anxiety
Or strife
We may have caused
294 · May 2014
Letters
Annie Quill May 2014
Communication
Through every nation
Consistant
Throughout the world
291 · May 2014
Hold On
Annie Quill May 2014
Just hold on,
Don’t fall apart,
I’m right here,
Don’t be consumed by the dark,
I’ll hand you a torch,
We’ll fight off these shadows together,
Just don’t let go,
You’re not alone.
280 · Jan 2016
I Cannot See
Annie Quill Jan 2016
I cannot see
The lines between you and me
Cannot tell
What that ****** expression means
Do not care
That I should be making friends my own age
Do not try
To hide who I am
Cannot deal
With the noise of the world
Cry like hell
Because I was so blind
Run right home
Because I cannot see the lies
I don't know why she lied to me
But I do know I won't fall for it again
Cannot see
Why they think I'm not mature
But decide to move on
They cannot see me
So I will not bother with them
I have few friends now
And no one close enough to run to
But I will survive
278 · Jun 2014
Poems
Annie Quill Jun 2014
Flow so easily
To my mind
Like a river
Quite devine
277 · Oct 2014
Storm
Annie Quill Oct 2014
Yet again
I feel confused
sworling in a storm of emotion
lost
directionless
defineing myself  by what others need me to be
What do i want to do in life?
i dont know, but ill stick with writing for now
im never my self
im scared
i need help
someone help me
246 · Jan 2016
Sunrise
Annie Quill Jan 2016
The first show of light
Makes a rainbow of dark blues and greens
A slow halo of bouncing light
The first beams of sun hit clouds
Bright, ****** red
Turning pink
Then orange
And then not showing at all
245 · Jan 2016
Wind
Annie Quill Jan 2016
Wind me up
Bring me down
Feel like I'm spinning
Round and round

Stress is bunching
In my shoulders
Headache mounting
Like I'm crushed by a boulder

Aches and pains
My body's unhappy
Internalizing stress
Feeling ******
243 · Jan 2016
Solaris
Annie Quill Jan 2016
The stars in the sky
Continue in our eyes
Though they may truly be long gone
Blown in an explosion
Of light not yet here
Many long years ago
229 · Jan 2016
Titan
Annie Quill Jan 2016
Do you harbor life?
I hope we find out
When we look upon you
Some day in the future
Oh little moon of a distant orbital sibling
Maybe you will have the life we search for!
221 · May 2014
Run
Annie Quill May 2014
Run
Pound your feet to the beat of the drums

1,2,3,4,

Hit the ground running to the beat of the drums

1,2,3,4,

fly on your feet like the wind thats behind you

1,2,3,4,

die on the road or die if you don’t

1,2,3,4,

run to the mother of the ******* beat

1,2,3,4,

don’t stop, don’t drop, don’t die, MOVE
217 · Jan 2016
I Tried To Fly
Annie Quill Jan 2016
I tried to fly
But I was tied to the ground
By the exhaustion in my limbs
Tried to step forward
I was held to the ground
And a pain in my head now
204 · Jan 2016
Close But So Far Away
Annie Quill Jan 2016
You are so close to me
But across an ocean
My Friend for so long
But you are so far
So very far from me
But the plans have been set
I shall see you soon
But it will be so long a wait
For Whisper
201 · May 2014
What am I?
Annie Quill May 2014
I'm brown and I'm red and I'm yellow and I'm orange,
I fall from the trees,
and float to the ground,
I am a leaf and i make no sound
179 · Apr 2015
Untitled
Annie Quill Apr 2015
Questioning
Who I am
And who I will be
What I believe
And what I should believe
170 · Jan 2016
Repetez
Annie Quill Jan 2016
Over and over
The same lesson twice
Three times
Five times
Ten
How many times do you have to teach me the same thing
I got it
Please
Not again
Persuasive essays again, weve been taught thiss  sense sophmore year, STOP

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