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Nylee Nov 2019
All my friends are faces of people
With no friendly feeling for me.
They are not bad humans,
Just not good friends to me.
When I am in crowd, they don't see me
A smile and nod, they're free
We talk and they talk
I feel out of the flock.
They like to know what happened,
They get the info and gone.
I feel the most lonely
Not when I'm alone
But in my friend's company.
What to call them?
  Nov 2019 Nylee
Sarita Aditya Verma
Unearthly hours
Cool breeze makes it beautiful
Green leaves glow and softly shine
Under the streetlight fluorescent white
Grey clouds and the crescent moon
Hum along with the tender leaves
They shimmer and shine, bend and sway gracefully in every way
Shadows on the pavement and the white plastered walls as the leaves softly dance
A beauty in the dark
  Nov 2019 Nylee
Lexie
Love is
Where you let go of yourself
To catch the other person
  Oct 2019 Nylee
Amanda Kay Burke
If I could turn back time
I would hit Backspace all day,
Id put on Caps Lock
and SHOUT what I say.

I'd use the whole Alphabet
To tell you hello,
Press seven Numbers
Til you picked up the phone.

I'd Tab through the comments
I didn't want to hear,
And use the Arrow Keys
To drag your body near.

I would Delete the harsh words
I didn't mean to speak,
And Insert the "I love yous"
I before couldn't leak.

I would use Ctrl to
Keep reigns over my heart,
And I would Escape lies
That tore us apart.

I'd Print out your photo
And kiss it goodnight,
Use the Calculator
To check that we were right.

I'd Paint you a picture
of us, you and me,
Then I'd hit Enter
Just so you would see.

Those are the things
I would do in my strife,
If only Backspace
worked in real life.
This is the first poem (that I have a copy of) i wrote that I actually thought was good. I was in seventh grade, twelve years old, and I wrote it for a newspaper competition. I knew it was really great but I didn't think I would beat all other applicants in the state in my age group. So you can imagine my surprise I'm sure when I DID win! That is the first time I was proud of my writing. So this one has a lot of special sentimental value. Thanks for reading.
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