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Madison Nov 2018
I try my hardest
But no one seems to care
I try to do my best
But no one seems to notice
I try to be my best
But no one thinks I’m any good
I try to be a good friend
I try to be a good daughter
I try to be a good student
But my best still isn’t good enough
So I push myself even harder
Trying to please everyone
I’m not sure how long I can keep this up
This long road I’m running
The stress is starting to weigh me down
Soon the exhaustion will overtake me
I will fall to my knees
And I’m scared I won’t get up again
Madison Nov 2018
Remember, remember, the Fifth of November, the Gunpowder Treason and Plot. I know of no reason why the Gunpowder Treason should ever be forgot... But what of the man? I know his name was Guy Fawkes and I know, in 1605, he attempted to blow up the Houses of Parliament. But who was he really? What was he like? We are told to remember the idea, not the man, because a man can fail. He can be caught, he can be killed and forgotten, but 400 years later, an idea can still change the world. I've witnessed first hand the power of ideas, I've seen people **** in the name of them, and die defending them... but you cannot kiss an idea, cannot touch it, or hold it... ideas do not bleed, they do not feel pain, they do not love... And it is not an idea that I miss, it is a man... A man that made me remember the Fifth of November. A man that I will never forget.

~Evey Hammond
I kinda sorta missed November the Fifth(I lost my phone), so I’m posting this today.
Madison Nov 2018
Beneath this mask there is more than flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea. And ideas are bulletproof.

~V
  Oct 2018 Madison
Lily
The first measures of your favorite song coming on the radio
The lurch your stomach gives when you go too high on a swing
Dancing in the rain, and splashing in the puddles
The relief in flopping yourself down on your bed after a hard day
Happy dreams
The moment you realize there is one more cookie in the box
Your favorite outfit
Hugs from loved ones
Discovering beautiful shells on the beach
Waking up and realizing you still have a couple hours to sleep
The joy of saying, “I love you”
The joy of hearing it back
Lazy Sunday afternoons
Happy birthday wishes
Deep, meaningful conversations with friends
Little children running in the sun, enjoying life
Helping a classmate with homework
Reconnecting with old friends
The awe you feel watching a sunset
Raindrop races on windows
That grin you give your friend across the room when the teacher says, “pick a partner”
Hot showers after a good game
Stuffed animals that don't mind being squeezed and cried on
The tears and hugs of making up
Realizing the moment you fall in love
The congregation passionately singing your favorite hymn
Spreading God's Word
Puppies and kittens
That text from the right person at the right time
Surprising your friends with little gifts
The smell of new books
The smell of old books
Capturing that perfect picture
Your unknown potential
God's love
Feel free to add more reasons in the comments!  This poem is for anybody going through a rough time; don't worry, it will get better!
  Oct 2018 Madison
Gabriel Bonney
the best feeling in the world
is to simply feel like yourself
The worst feeling in the world is realize you're not youself. It's good when you start feeling like yourself again
Madison Oct 2018
I can breathe again
I can see again
But now someone can could look in
They might slightly see through my walls
Part 4 of my poem
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