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River 16h
you know when someone writes a happy poem
it almost as if it doesn't exist to anyone
when someone writes a happy poem
its almost like no one will ever notice it
poetry isn't just depressing
so where is all the happy lines of good times?
where is the happy poetry?
where is that classic good ole
happy endings?
River 1d
who are you to say i cant be free,
to travel with the wind
living out my dream
no one will hold me back
from being me
so who are you?
to tell me i wont be free?

ill rise with the moon and sleep with the waking sun
ill sing of times where things were good
ill immerse on all the freedom ive got
ill be laughing like there is no tomorrow
ill be running with the birds
and prancing with the fish
ill be as free as i wish

so who are you, tell me
to say i cant be free?
i am my own embodiment
of what I want to be
no one will tell me what to do
ill always be chasing after my dream
running freely like the birds in the sky
and the fish in the sea

ill always be free
in mind and in my physical body
this world, the people, and even me
wont ever hold me back
so run with the animals in the forests of magic
and swim with the fish in the never ending sea
or fly with the birds in a sky that goes as far as you can see
or follow the wind, who has a no idea where it's going

because who are they?
to sit here and tell us,
we cant be free.
...
because what i see
is,
WE can be free.
River 2d
although cuddling with someone is nice
there is nothing quite like
hugging that stuffed animal really tight

to carry away all your childhood fears
to wipe away all your tears
to never leave when you need the most comfort

there is nothing like hugging a stuffed animal
to feel the softness engulf you
to enjoy the nostalgia all around you

that stuffed animal may seem so lifeless
but if you give it a life it will come alive
and seems to hug you back all the time

to those days you're all alone
and you just simply need a hug
remember who is always there

cuddling with someone is nice
but still there is nothing like
hugging that stuffed animal tight
River 2d
one of these days i will grow in to forensic psychology
studying living minds with science to see
but that still wont ever stop me from perusing my dream
to be a poet, writer maybe
to have my words fill peoples hearts
like yours did mine
every word you spoke you said "was gold"
granted yeah i was only in the sixth grade
but you changed my life, still do to this day

i was new to a school, didnt know anybody
all i had was a couple friends, paper, and pens
and a mind full of poetry
but every word i wrote, i felt was never enough
i always loved writing, what a way to expressing the silent?!
but how could i continue with the lack of confidence?
i shared to a friend and they showed you
and man let me tell you, your words.
were truly golden
gave me that hope the fact is, you believed in me
and look at me now, i have PUBLISHED poetry!

all because of you
you showed me that little hope i needed
i was ready to end my writing
give up and move on with my life
but you convinced me i was something extraordinary
not even my own family had faith in me
but i knew every morning i walked in your class
youd say my last name asking "is that french"
and i knew right then
it seemed to be the push i always needed
you gave me hope and taught me i could do great things

all you did for me may not seem like much
but that year my life changed for good
because look at where i am
im sharing my poetry to the world now!
all because you took interest in my work
and made me keep pushing on
ive always wanted to say thank you
some days i wish to shake your hand and tell you how happy i am
tell me arent you proud?

i want to be an English teacher someday
when i fulfill my need of psychology
so maybe one day i could do the same
for some kid like you did for me
ill never be able to forget you and all you stand for
because without you
i wouldnt have made it this far

i guess this is a thank you poem
ive been trying for years to perfect it
but as long as it comes from my heart
thats all you need isnt it?
i pray and hope this poem the world will see
so they all know what you did for me
and i wish you the best of the rest of your days

thank you for being more than just a teacher to me.
i hope you see this, im not so sure if you will or not but this is a thank you for what youve done, for believing in me when no one else would because of that push you gave me look at where i am and where i intend to go
River 5d
trust is a fragile thing you know
one little mistake and its all gone

what even is trust
isnt it made to be broke?

man break my trust
ill never be the same again

ill be so depressed
whenever i hear your name

its like a constant voice saying
"see that they hurt you"

im always in great pain
but trust, wait what am i saying?

what even is trust anyway
an invisible glass heart

that breaks by the slightest
wrong touch?

trust, what even?
do you have to hold it so dearly?

and why is it so hard to fix?
i mean why am i hurting so bad?

trust, sorry wont even fix it
and no one knows what actions best fit it

and trust, who even keeps it
its almost like its meant to be broken

what even is trust?
is it apart of your imagination?

maybe its the longing
to want to have faith in someone

maybe trust is just
you wanting to feel like you know you are loved

maybe when you give someone all your trust
it means they are your world

but trust?
its meant to be broken

and no matter what
everyone breaks trust.

so what is trust?
a lie you dont need to have hope in.
River 5d
shes been broken so many times before
lost sight of any light
in her life its just nothing but despair
sitting alone with a heart
that seems to have disappeared
her mind isnt stable
to handle any more words
she just wants to hide away from the world
shes like fragile glass
all she needs is one more tap
then shes completely broke and
there is no more going back
  7d River
Nyx
I'm scared to see
What lies beyond these doors
The gate to my future
Whats in store?

I'm scared to let go
Of my high school freedom
Graduation is near
Times passing like the seasons

I'm scared to know
What reality has to offer
I'm not at all prepared
I'm like a lamb to the slaughter

I'm scared to find out
Which of my friends will stay
Who are the real ones
And which ones will fade

I'm scared to hold
All the power of my life
Making such a crucial choice
Cutting through me like a knife

I dont want to be scared
Of what I have now
I want to enjoy life
I'm not exactly sure how

I'll think about my future
And all that is to come
When reality comes knocking
By then I'll be done

Change will happen
Slowly throughout time
I'll take it as it comes
Dont stress in the meantime

I won't be scared.
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