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Cameron Godfrey Sep 2012
I’m from wigs and hats and baseball cards
From perseverance and working hard

I am from “you can surely ace this test”
From “things will always turn out for the best.”

I’m from belief and passion and prayer
From the constant feeling that God is there.

I’m from a camp where everyone belongs
From cheers, from sports, from campfire songs.

I’m from the lake every summer in the sun,
From gathering the family and just having fun.

I’m from painting on doors and singing on stage
From constantly working so hard to behave.

I am from stories and poems and art
I am from passion and power and heart.

I am from hyperness and hysteria.
I’m from Doctor Who and Nerdfighteria.

I’m from often feeling that I’m not good enough
But from pushing through when times are rough.

Although sometimes I’m from pressure and loss
We make it through, because my family is boss.
Where are you from?

*Written for a 7th grade language arts assignment.*
MarGO Jul 2015
The first time I saw you, you we were 18 years old and you were in jean shorts
You said I had cool hair and we agreed to start a band.
I thought you were so hyper and that we could never have a sustaining friendship.
But life's funny like that

You told me of your dad
Your hyperness; My sombreness
Our delicateness; Our humaness
We are girls too big for this world

And the thing is:
we didn't start a band
but as we go through life we'll always have each other's hands
Because we're scared as hell
And you might have forgotten all the things you used to love
But I'll be there to remind you as we're growing up
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Long tail
fat pudge
lanky body

You chew on plants
attack my hands
bite through bags
pounce on buttons
killer ****

Then you curl up on my lap
lick my face
purr then goodnight
time for  a nap

Kabooki

Your name is spelled "wrong"
And your a trouble maker
Though your hyperness entertains me
Dont stop being you
Your my Booki bear
Dev A Jun 2014
There's a point you pass,
It's when  you know that no matter how hard you try,
You're not going to sleep.
No matter how much you want to,
You've passed that point,
That point of no return.

You're no longer tired or exhausted,
You're just hyper.
Then the hyperness turns into boredom and restlessness.

As the hours drag on and on
And you stay up later and later,
You hit the emotional breakdown.

You hit the point where everything
Goes from hilariously funny
To tragically sad.

The final point comes
When  you everything that comes out of your mouth,
Is unfiltered!
Raw emotion,
Words tumbling over each other,
Not making sense.

And then all of a sudden,
You don't know how it happens,
But out of nowhere,
You're lying down somewhere,
Waking up from 5 hours of sleep.

— The End —