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They say
Life is a gift
That you should cherish it
Because you only get one life
One chance
Life will give you gifts
Like a family
Friends
God
Day
Night
Air
Love
Happiness
But not all gifts are good
Life will throw curves at you
Like school
Money
Fights
Rain
Divorces
Heartbreaks
Broken promises
Deaths
Responsibilities
Anger
Sadness
With each person
Is a life
With different thoughts
Different beliefs
Different families
Different feelings
A different way to view things
Like challenges
Love
And life
Some might love life
They see the good in life
They see it as a gift
They love others
They love the journey
They smile
They laugh
Their sweet
Their kind
These people are on a boat
Floating
Floating ahead to see where they will go
But where they are now
They celebrate
That’s how to view their life
Then you have the others
They see life as a curse
They see the bad in life
They don’t talk to others
They hate the journey
They cry
They scream
They’re shy
They’re broken
These people are in the water
Drowning
Drowning in their sadness
The water in their tears
No matter how hard they try to swim up for air
A wave of their guilt
Brings them back down
But isn't that just life?

Why are titles
so important?

Can't we all just be nameless?

Boys will come and go
but friends are forever.
Thats why friends and forever both start with 'F'

So when given the chance,
make sure you don't lose the forever.

I saw a poem
a few moments ago

asking people to pray for her death.

I have come to say, that I will not.

I will pray that she finds someone
who loves her, adn cares for her, and
prays that she gets better, as will I.

To that poet: I hope you are better, as it has been a while.

We all love you here at HP.
We are here for you to talk to, as we all have our own struggles.

1.9.19

The clock tells me it's past midnight
when I first realize the feeling
of unspoken sentences itching beneath my skin,
prickling up my arms like goosebumps;
it's just past midnight when
the dams burst behind my eyes, unexpectedly;
it's just past midnight when I begin to think of
all the sunrises I've slept through
all the highways my tires may never travel,
just past midnight when I realize
our concept of "love" is caused by chemicals
in our brains,
that my existence might never have happened,
except it did.

I begin to smile
at half past midnight -
I have come into this world
riding the high of my forefathers' hopes and dreams,
I have bled for this life;
I am the thunder that splits your eardrums
right before the rain -
I am the flash right before you realize
We are all birthed in the light of impermanence,
and my life is just a flicker in the dark
next to yours,
And we are beautiful.