I do not know how to write.
I do not know how to write positively.
I do not know how to write words that are not already spoken.
I do not know how to write words that do not smother the purity of life.
I do not know how to write words that do not suffocate my brain.
I do not know how to write the words that will make people stop asking, *"Are you okay?"

I turn to the left and see myself,



hello.

I'm back and at it,
I was an old burnt out candle,
My flame was growing unlit,
Sometimes, it's all too hard to handle.

My hair is short
I grew it long
I missed that sport
No, not pong.

This all adds up to an interesting thing,
Can you guess?
There's that ping,
My mind is a mess...

Of Extraordinary Shings

"Ello,
Welcome to America."
Is what we would say to them.
"I'M YOUR NUMBER ONE FAN!!"
Is what the obsessed would say.
"Who the hell are you?"
Is what haters would say.

****, why you gotta be so rude

The girl has a temper,
I must warn you;
At lunch, in class,
She can even break some glass.
At lunch she screams,
and runs and shouts.
She wants to fight,

            and just run, about.

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Can they become more than the label,
*My 1.0K Words?

Marco, Polo
Marco, Polo
Marco, Polo
MARCO, POLO
MARCO, POLO
MARCO, POLO*

Marco, where are you?
You, are my Polo

I am proud of myself for,
being a leader.

I am proud of myself for,
encouraging others.

I am proud of myself for,
pitching a great game.

I am proud of myself for,
catching 3 pop-ups in the field.

I am proud of myself for,
gathering my younger teamates
in the pitchers circle when the field's
lights went out.

I am proud of myself for,
playing softball and
never giving up.

I can't help
can turn into
I can help.

I am worthless
can turn into
I am worth something.

I am stupid
can turn into
I am smart.

I am a loser
can turn into
I am a winner.

I can't help,
I am worthless,
I am stupid,
I am a loser,
    They are all lies.

You are beautiful,
Inside and out.

We will allow our confidence
to go down
If we continue
to let ourselves
think negatively.

Negative is worse than
Positive.

React.
React to my mean comments.
React to my physical actions.
React to my secrets about you.

React to me talking about you behind your back.
React to me riding up and down your street taunting you.
React to me being more popular than you.
___________________­
I will not react to your mean comments.
I will not react to your physical actions.
I will not react to your secrets about me.

I will not react to you talking about me behind my back.
I will not react to you riding up and down my street, taunting me.
I will not react to you being more popular than me.
____________________­_

I refuse to do this,
                    Because
                        I believe that you are jealous of myself,
                                                         ­       And that I am more mature
                                                          ­                                    I can handle myself
                                                          ­    It is you, who is insecure and irresponsible.
                                      I am all the things you aren't

Not A Bully

Efficacious.
Untroubled.
Buoyant.
Radiant.
Jocular.
Carefree.
Bli­the.
Pleased.
Contented.
Gratified.

They all are they opposite of subside.
What do they mean?

Big words are like a different language,
But the bigness doesn't need explaining.

All you have to do to understand is,
Look them up.

Should I find you in these scary places,
Or hidden just beneath the basement,
Should I be looking for you left and right,
Or are you just beneath my sight,
Should I be looking for you in this place,
Or are you in a dumbwaiter space,
Should I wander in this space,
Or are you hiding behind big plates,
Should I stay or should I go,
While you're hidden just beneath this snow.
I fight to chase after you because
                                  I'm afraid to lose you,
                                                         But instead,
                                                        ­             I let you go,
And I regret and hate myself every day because of it...

Hello Kitchen.
Hello chair.
Hello creepy wallpaper stare.
Hello floor.
Hello scratches on my kitchen door.
Hello Ghostly mumbles.
Hello, what a nice day to go out and play.
Hello to the outside from looking through the window as you keep me inside to play.
Hello broken barbie dolls.
Hello to all the dolls!
Hello to all that watch me.
Hello to the angels that protect me.
Hello creepy creaky house.
Hello from the inside and out.

"Hit Run Score, We Want More!"
I hit,
I get to second,
Double.
Two outs, one on second.
"Batter up!"
Batter steps up to the plate
First pitch,
She grounds the ball
Out to the first baseman.
They're both rushing to first.
I'm rushing to third,
"BATTER OUT!"
So close.

I play softball,
She comes to my game,
She starts playing softball.
I'm a catcher,
She's a catcher.
I'm first base,
She's first base.
I'm pitcher,
She's a pitcher.
I'm agrivated,
She's amused.
I'm taking lessons,
She's taking lessons.
I'm not a catcher,
She's a catcher.
I'm a pitcher,
She's not a pitcher.
Copy Cat.
I join a team,
She joins two teams.
I practice hard in my backyard,
She claims she does also.
I admit I take lessons,
She refuses to admit the fact that
She takes lessons because

She's untrusting.

We used to tell our
Beloved babies
Not to cry,
It will be alright.
It won't always be alright,
why do we tell them this so young?
What ever happened to,
"Don't tell what is not always true"?
And now, they yell and question
Us and our actions.
We make one little mistake
And they pounder us that
It's "Not OK".
What ever will happen to
The little children being
shouted at when they are
Told it's "Not OK".
They will be confused and
Upset since they were told
One thing, but the next,
It's wrong.
It's all wrong.

I told her to run
Far far away
To an unknown land
Where she would be happy
Without the demons in the world
Eating away at her unbearable flesh
She can't leave me yet
Not until I say...

Goodbye

He was five years old
He wasn’t home
his toys held captive in the lonely shell of his broken home
he turned to his mom one day and said,
“Mommy, when will we go home?”
she can’t answer that
She can’t tell her little baby boy that their home is destroyed
She turns to him and says,
“I don’t know”
she turns and walks into the other room
trying not to let him see her upset
He’s only her little baby boy

Their house is gone
Thank God he wasn’t home
They’re glad to be alive
They lived with her mom for a month
They now move into a new house temporarily
It isn’t the same
Nothing will be like home,
The struggle is real