Tuesday, May 22, 2012

My Favorite Pieces and some New Ones (My Last Post)





I tripped and fell off a cliff.
I fell... and fell... and fell.
It felt like an eternity.
Finally all I see is black.
Later I see the Sun beating on my face.
"I'm Alive"
Soon a pain shot through my body.
Broken, Smashed, Jagged.
I tried to stand, but I couldn't.
I crawled for so long I don't know how far.
Night arrives and I try to get rest.
Extremely tired and I can't fall asleep
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i lay on my back, where I stared out.
Praying for a miracle to find me.
I hear a copter and the light beams on me.
Relief fills my body for I know "I've made it out."






A screaming comes across the sky.
The sky was dark and hanging over this bleak mansion.
Creaking and cracking at the seams.
The emptied windows as black as coal.
The residents; some say still remain.
A man from suicide,
A woman from a murder,
A child from an illness.
Their energy travels through the mansion.
Their voices that sound like sirens.
It was a fine cry, loud and long, but it had no bottom and it had no top, just circles and circles of sorrow. 



If I had to name the most difficult part about being a teenager... EVERYTHING. Your growing and developing; physically and personally. Your forming opinions and independence. Your always thinking of what others are saying about you. With social media it makes it harder for teens. People being bullied and hurt. I personally go through the thought that people don't understand who I am. I want to feel excepted. I have always felt different from most people and that use to bother me a lot. Now I except it and I do feel comfortable about myself. I think people under-estimate how hard it is to be a teenager today.




I hope to continue with writing. Whether its songs or screenplays for movies, writing is very important to me. Maybe someday when one of my songs is on the radio or I'm winning an award for my film, I can look back on my times in this class and really appreciate what I learned. I might mention you in a speech Mrs. F (ears open.) So lets see what the future holds.

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