Live;
like there's no tomorrow.
Love;
like you're on borrowed time.
Laugh;
like you'd never been heard.
Care;
like you'd heal the world
Life;
it not very fair.
Try;
and live,
                  love,
                              and
      ­                                 care.

Why do you want me to change?
Do you not like who I am?
Do you not like
the way I speak,
the way I look,
the way I try to get strong from the weak?
Well I have news for you,
my friend,
I won't change,
because I like myself
just the way I am.

Welcome to High School where...


You will be bullied and made fun of.

You will be judged on you appearance.

You will see a lot of people who you don't want to see.

You will constantly be bombarded with drama and anxiety.  

You will worry about things you shouldn't be worrying about.

You probably won't love most of those around you.  

You will stay up all night studying for a test that you will fail anyway.

You will get into fights and learn painful lessons.

You will spend most of the day wishing you were somewhere else.

You will waste seven valuable hours of your life everyday.

You will make plenty of enemies but probably not nearly enough
friends.
                                                               
 ­                                                     
           ­    


                              HAVE A NICE FOUR YEARS.

"Oh,
will I ever shine like you?"
I asked the bright night stars.
The stars
l
o
o
k
e
d

d
o
w
n

and answered
in response;
"It you desire it,
then you shall."
Everyday
I remind myself
of the words
the stars gave me.
I will try my hardest
and hope that
someday,
I can join them and together
we can be.

Your eyes say it all

You don't need to speak

They say every word

Their meaning so deep

So cold as ice

Yet they glow with fire

They show determination

And desire

Your eyes yell and shout

Speak so loud

They are so vibrant  

Yet you are silent.

The world is our stage,
and we are not perfect.

sometimes, we fall.

Just remember to
rise up with confidence,
fix your invisible crown,
smile big,
and walk on.

I often think about escaping
from this world that makes me cry.
I often think about escaping
from this world that is filled with crime.
I often think about escaping
from this world that cuts my wings
and doesn't let me fly.
I often think about escaping,
and how it would feel to say
            goodbye
                            and
                                              die.

The snow gently f
                                  a
                           ­  l
                                  l
                           ­  s
                                    on the ground;
there is absolutely no other sound.

The snow-covered trees have lost all of their leaves;
          they were taken away as though by thieves.

Dark green pine wreaths on everyone's door,
and the great winter spirit that we need more.

Tracks in the snow show that there that is life in this part of the year.
Rabbits, wolves, and white-tailed deer.