You used to be bold

Now you just sit there and mourn and you weep
Unfulfilled
Hasn't enough of your time been lost?
Eaten up by mites, clearly mightier than you
And ghosts
Hovering over your shoulder
Greying your eyes and smothering your heart
And for what?
Because of how unlucky you once were?
Or how you refused luck as it felt unknown


I'll say

It's easy to linger in the same halls
Cozy to not have to master
The strength to look up
Up there
Where you haven't been before
You don't know what the weather's like

Scary to think the wind could be stronger
Than your will to survive

I've noticed the older I get,
I worry less about my mortality
and more about the quality of my memory.
But then I had an epiphany:
maybe we weren't meant to have a good memory. Consider this: by your 30th birthday, you will have been alive for 10 thousand days. Would you want to remember it all?
Maybe it's OK that we can't remember.
Maybe it's OK if we forget.
Maybe it's not a reflection of your intelligence
if you can't recall the names and faces
of everyone you've ever met.
That's not to say memory loss isn't scary.
But if there's one thing you can hold on to:
even if you forget,
someone will remember for you.

You have no worries yet, they've only just begun.
I know you're scared, worried, anxious.
But I promise you'll be fine.
Yes its bad as they say
High schoolers do ****.
But they have to grow up one day.
Keep your chin up.
Don't be shy.
Stand tall, take pride.
Do an after school activity
Join a club, go to games
Make friends you'll spend life with.
Trust me, it pays.
Don't pretend to be something you aren't
Never stop learning
Do your work, but don't let it consume you.
Ask. For. Help.
They want you to pass.
I'm proud of you.
Don't do drugs, or alcohol.
Seniors don't want to be friends with you, and avoid dating people older than you in highschool.
Don't have ***. Trust me.
Study hard but don't over work.
You may have been cool, but no one likes someone that's rude and cool people are only cool in highschool. Better to be nice.
Money isn't a problem for now, get that job junior year.
Take advantage of extra credit.
Have fun with your first year.
Drama isn't cool or cute, stay out of it.
Don't bother with lockers, just keep a book bag.
Take notes.
Stay away from fights.
You won't be stuck forever.
People will make fun of you because your younger, but ignore them. They were young once too.
Write future you letters, they'll be cringe and funny to laugh at later :)
Most importantly, your grades do matter, but so does your mental health.
Its OK to take breaks and ask for help.
Stay safe freshies.

I like the Darkside, what bumps in the night                                                
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   I can't hardly wait till you turn out the light                                                            ­                                                                                ­                                                     
I creep around trying to give you a fright                                                      
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A Vampire's instinct a big appetite                                                                     ­                                                     
I am the monster who's under your bed                                                      
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I am the reason that you can sense dread                                                            ­  
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Turn on the flashlight, cover your head                                                             ­ 
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Don't call for your parents, they're already dead                                                             ­                       
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  I like to tease the victim before the ****                                                             ­                                                           
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  So, I wouldn't run, be very still                                                            ­                                                                 ­                               
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   Just like a child who won't swallow their pill                                                             ­                                                   
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  The fear gets to them, I like the thrill                                                           ­     
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   I've practiced along time hunting the scared                                                           ­               
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   They like to scream & run to nowhere                                                    
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   But in the end, fair is fair                                                             ­               
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    I've given no recourse but to get scared

you don't know fear
until you're being hit on by an old man
in a place of worship

I came to my room exhausted,
And jumped into my bed.
It was a dark gloomy night,
Without the slightest Ray of light.

I felt slight touches round my skin
Then I heard the thud of a heavy tin.
Out of fear my heart wanted to shout
But I knew nothing would work out.

It was one forty
Soft blows around my body.
Noises broke the serenity of night.
Who could understand my plight?

All these noices, how could I eliminate,
I wonder how long would I hallucinate.

It was a cold winter night I was given a fright,
standing in the moonlight.
A creature had its sights on me,
I started to flee.
the creature gave chase its cold unseeing eyes locked on my path,
I needed to escape its wrath.
I sprinted to the door,
I could hear it scampering across the floor.
The last thing I saw before I fell and passed out.
Was its cold unseeing eyes.
Locked on my soul.

The HILLS HAVE EYES,
The GROUND HAS EARS,
That'll CHILL YOUR BONES, and
BRING TO YOU FEAR!!!

BIG BROTHERS IS WATCHING,
Just to say the least,
As your ADRENALINE RUSHES, AND
YOUR HEARTRATE INCREASE!!!

YOU BETTER BE AWARE,
STAY FOCUSED, LOOK AROUND,
OF THE SILENCE AROUND YOU,
NOT A PEP OR A SOUND!!!

THE SILENCE IS EERIE, AND
I DEFINITELY AGREE,
SOMEONE IS LISTENING,
TO YOU AND TO ME!!!

YOU THINK YOU'RE NOT NOTICE,
HA, HA, THINK AGAIN!!,
SOMEBODY IS WATCHING,
BE WARY MY FRIEND!!!

SO, PLEASE BE ADVISED,
IT IS NOT A SUPRISE,
BE WARY AND WATCHFUL, for
THE HILLS HAVE EYES!!!!!


B.R.
Date: 2/28/2025