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 Apr 2015 HOOPS11
Livia
Iron Heart
 Apr 2015 HOOPS11
Livia
My heart is iron
It feels no emotion.
No amount of sadness or happiness can effect it.
Ever.

It wasn't always this way
It used to be fabric, flimsy and unstable
Always letting those annoying emotions hurt.
I was nothing more than a baby

But I changed after those words
My heart turned to ice, hard and cold but crackable
And I wouldn't settle for crackable
So then it changed to iron.

My heart is iron
And I am proud
But the iron is only a cover
For a beautiful diamond
A poem slightly about bullying. It is also a true story.
I am dedicating this poem to those who have faced bad things in their life and are still living the best they can without giving up. I am thanking them for still being kind, even without showing emotion.
 Apr 2015 HOOPS11
Blind Aesthetic
I was too far from where the storm’d take hold
To smell the rain before the pour and before the cold
A wind carried on the lips of a widowed wife
Smelled of rain and loss of life
With a sense of foreboding, I asked the question
Tears formed before she made mention
Immediately a storm so ferocious
Took hold and I stood there motionless
How could a star that burns so bright be self-extinguished?
How could one’s own value of life be so diminished?
Nights are darker and emotions are worn
Your life forever I will mourn
 Apr 2015 HOOPS11
Blind Aesthetic
I met Grant when I was 13 years old
He’s never sure of himself or of the things he does
I avoid him when I can, but I don’t have it in me to say goodbye

James is a liar, but you wouldn’t expect it of him
It’s hard to say when we met
when I ask it’s always a different date

Grace is one of my best friends. She’s impulsive
Always doing things on a whim without thinking of the consequences
I met her after breaking up with a girlfriend four years ago

Steven is lazy and just doesn’t seem to care
People say he has a lot of potential if he put effort into what he does
I don’t think he believes it though
I’ve known Steven all my life

Rachel comes and goes
She’s very detached from the world and doesn’t like being around people
She always has a meticulously painted smile on her face to avoid questions
I got to know her three years ago, but I think I met her before then

Malcolm is James’ brother I’m pretty sure
He’s cocky, abrasive and passive aggressive, but I think it’s just an act
I met Malcolm shortly after graduating high school


Stephanie doesn’t know how to keep in touch
She is always forgetting to keep contact with the people she cares
She doesn’t mean to, it just happens. She’s good friends with Rachel
I’ve known her since I was young, seems like forever

These are my friends and I’m sure you’ve met them before
If not personally maybe through other friends or by different names
Each one is a link in a chain that grounds me
Everyone has devils that they face but after so long eventually they become friends.

This is a response to another poem for my creative writing class.
 Apr 2015 HOOPS11
Blind Aesthetic
If happiness is key
Then what of the door?
A room with no exit
Just walls and a floor

It unlocks many things
Let life give you wings


If life is a blessing
Then why do I hurt?
A life not worth living
It’s but an insult

Cherish all that you feel
With time all will heal


You question your own life
Ignore the given
Play the fool and the child
Even the deaf listen


If time is a constant
Then why’d nights stand still?
Air hangs without motion
Breathe breaths that don’t fill

You’ll find peace in the dark
Listen to your heart


If hearts do have rhythm
Then why’s there no beat?
With eyes frozen open
I am dead asleep

*You questioned your own life
Ignored the given
Played the fool and the child
Even the deaf listen
 Apr 2015 HOOPS11
Blind Aesthetic
Waiting for the day that all this pain will go away
Drifting through the nights
As the moonlight keeps my demons at bay
I wear bags under my eyes
Never knowing where I’m going to go
Always following the stars
Keeping an eye out
For where the greener grass will grow
There will never be a fork in my path
Because my path isn’t clear to me
I may not know where I’m going
But I know where I’m going to be
I’ve seen myself atop of mountains
Made of bodies and of gold
I’ve seen myself blinded but it’s up to me
To see what the truth will hold
It doesn’t matter how I live my life
Be it by pen or by the gun
All that matters is that I live a story worth telling
By the time my life is done
Whether it’s through stories
Told by memory or those written in print
My legacy will live on forever
It will be infinite.
 Apr 2015 HOOPS11
Rachel Doty
Sleepless nights play a game of tag with me
Will they ever catch me?
I race ahead, with success and ambitions engraved into my mind and spirit
Newfound strength pulses through my veins, becoming my new lifeblood
I will not stop
Not until I am fulfilled
Never
My inspiration for this was the feeling I get during show week for our school plays.
 Apr 2015 HOOPS11
Zedd
ADRENALINE
 Apr 2015 HOOPS11
Zedd
Coursing through my veins
Scary beyond compare
Sudden sheer drops
Killing you slowly

Yet...

Feeling more alive than ever before
Smiling as you head to your possible death
Rising from the fall
From sheer terror
To pleasure
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