Renee Ransom

Renee Ransom Mar 2013

You see that girl in the hall again.
The same one who you watched get pushed around.
And what did you do?
Nothing.
Absolutely NOTHING!
You watched as she was spit on.
Ridiculed because she's a little different.
But still,
you did nothing.
You can't even look her in the eyes.
Why?
Because if you do,
the same treatment will befall you.
As it did her.
Think about it like this,
as you walk by her,
you could've been that one voice.
That one voice who could save her.

And did you know, that as she was tormented,
she looked up and saw you laughing.
and in that moment
she realized.

I am alone.

All because you didn't stand up for her.
All because you had to be "cool".
All because you're another drone.
Just like the rest.

Renee Ransom Mar 2013

The Pencil

The pencil.
Such a simple thing.
Useful and a Convinence we abuse.
Stronger than any man
More feirce than any beast in the world

They say sticks and stones may break my bones,
But words shall never harm me.
What if those words
Were written down?
Would that still be the case?

Would you just sit by as those pencils
Scribbled lies
Secrets
For others enjoyment?

Would you destroy someones life by passing a Written note?

Would you start a war by signing a document?

Put thousands in poverty because you wrote
A bill?

And to think.

All this?

Comes from

The
Pencil.

Renee Ransom Mar 2013

French Class

Walk into class .
Hoping for something different
Hoping against hope that you'll make sense of her
Gibberish.

Having to put up with her voice for an entire year.

As you sit there
Your mind wanders
To places that only you go to
That only you happen apon in her presence

You try to focus.
Honestly you do.

But just like every class
The same thing happens
The same routine every day.
Her voice lulls you into oblivion.
Sweet slumber.

Renee Ransom Mar 2013

Walkin On The Line.

How many of you serve the world?
You know?
Your friends?
Your REAL friends?
Prioritizing your time by your wants.
Self over family and friends.
Partying over School.

If so, Raise
Your
Hands.

COME ON RAISE YOUR HANDS!

No?
Well how many have lied?
That teeny tiny white lie?
It never hurt anyone.
No big deal!

LIARS!!
If you're not raising your hand,
You're lying.

Want help?
Try to change your ways?
Sorry.
Because I know
That this side has a gravitational pull
Too strong for you to deny.

And no need seekin out the big guy.
He'll just tell you what you don't wanna hear anyways!
Still wanna reach out?

Okay.
Go ahead.
Raise your hands in song!
Praise his "Holy Name"

But you'll be back.
I know it.
YOU know it.

So why try?
You're just gonna keep walkin back and forth between this line.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

Why do you walk the line?
Scared to commit?
What's stopping you?

Oh yeah.

You.
YOU'RE stopping you.

Why?
Because you're so easily distracted.
Swaying from side to side.
Never really committing.
Doing what you believe to be just enough.

So tell me.
If I own this side.

And HE owns THAT side.

Who owns the line you like to walk on so much?

You decide.

the regional creative arts group of florida presents....

Renee Ransom Mar 2013

crushes....

everyone "loves" crushes.
they make your heart race.
make you feel alive.
they give you hope that you want be alone.

but here is the thing about crushes,

                 they crush.

they crush your heart.
mind.
soul.
           until theres nothing left to be crushed.

now tell me..

        still "love" your crush?

or
you going to move onto the next,
thinking this time,
won't be like the last?

Renee Ransom Mar 2013

Best Friends Forever

We all have that one person.
That person we trust.
With gossip.
Crushes.
Secrets.
Our lives.
That one person who we can't live without.
It would be hell living without them.
Going from day to day,
Feeling lost.
Lonely.
But that one person.
Who brightens your day
With just the sound of their voice.
That's the person who we cling to in the dark.
Who we run to for comfort.
Who run to us when they need us.
Who expect us to understand their pain.
Who loves the weirdness that is you.
Accepts it.
Embraces it.
Nurtures it.
And at the end of the day,
Will still be with you.
No matter how long you go without them.
No matter the distance between you.
They will always be yours.
Your Best Friend.
Forever.

For my best friend.

Renee Ransom Mar 2013

The Dysfunctional Family

Welcome to the family where there are fights daily.
Where you don't have a happy place.
Where you can't fit in.
Even here.
Where "mommy and daddy" hate each other.
Where mommy is still married.
And not to daddy.
Where your brothers ignore you.
Telling you they love you.
Then spitting in your face.
And your best friend is the only one who understands your pain.
But she's thousands of miles away.
Leading a life you can't be apart of anymore.
Welcome to the dysfunctional family.
Welcome to my life.

— The End —