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  Oct 2018 may
empty seas
i’m trying to be better
a better leader
a better friend
a better student
a better person
and it’s hard
every step feels like dragging my feet through syrup
but i can feel improvement

i am starting to love myself
to love the way my mind
finds comfort in learning
to love the way
i’m good at things

i feel more free now
no longer someone’s crutch
but now i feel a solid future under my feet
instead of constantly being pushed down

i’m not quite happy yet
not as happy as i was
ignorant happiness is hard to beat
some days i crave intimacy
but i am not a dependent person
and i will wait until i’m better before pursuing someone else
it’s the right choice
being independent is something I’ve been priding myself on more recently
It just feels so nice to not be someone’s crutch for once, it’s like I can finally breathe, I’m really trying to use this to better myself though
A lot of people I know when they’re upset they just give up and never try to make things better and I’ve been desperately trying to avoid that
Anyway
Weird rant over
  Sep 2018 may
Melissa Rose
When it comes to you
I am at a loss for words
so my heart beats in symphonies
my mind will never compose
9/24/18
may Sep 2018
there is so much i want to say
so many questions i would like to ask

it hasn’t been long since we talked
thought i still want to know how you are

i know some awkward things happened
and i don’t know how to label us

but did you keep the letters
or all those little things

i could see why you wouldn’t have
it’s okay if you didn’t

i know you’re probably confused and whatnot
and this might not help anything

but i just want you to know that i miss you
and i think about you all the time

and even though we were complete opposites
we got along so well and shared many laughs

i can’t fit the other 536374848 things
i want to tell you within this poem

but i hope we can become friends again
and maybe soon it feel regular?
the person my poem is directed to can see this and might even wonder why i didn’t just say this elsewhere, but i’m weird and awkward about this stuff. so if they are reading this, i dunno. hi!
  Sep 2018 may
Kora Sani
you wrote me
into your past
it is there
i will stay
  Sep 2018 may
Lily
I don’t think some of you know
How much you mean to me.
Every time the bell rings, and
I see you coming out of your class,
Reliable, every day,
Calming me and reassuring me that
No matter what is happening,
The world is still moving.
Every time you smile at me in class,
Even though we don’t really talk,
It brightens my day and
Makes me realize that maybe
Mankind isn’t so bad after all.
Every time we share a laugh,
A football game, a tough test,
A change in the school,
I grow closer to each and every one of you,
Even though you don’t realize it.
But when that final bell rings,
Will you be there?
Will you be with me past final exams,
Graduation,
After the final bell?
Because you will know who your real friends are
When the final bell rings.
  Sep 2018 may
elaine
my grip is slipping,
and falling scares me.
my world is fading away.
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writing was an escape but even now words slip off the paper like tear drops.
why does it have to be like this?
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