She lost her chance for a net of sanity in her life.

J'ai fini avec francais deux!

Everything changes and then you realize how great everything was. You chicken out after the first hallway kiss with a guy. Send summer letters in the mail. You watch as you race to the finish line for two years and lose your voice when given flash card trivia about the future. When you were little you were going to be something great but now you just eat ramen and tap out of reality at 3am. Just tattoo your name to your lips and know, this is who you are. Vanishing for 2 months at a time and then giving a flimsy picture excuse. Welcome home.

" The Loss of an Angels Wings"
 

Birthed from above,
To hear an angels infant cry,
A baby girl held in love,
Yet no room for heart nor eye.
 
Her family crafted in religion,
To follow the almighty God,
The angels future choosen in percision,
Later only to be seen as fraud.
 
She was an angel with no book,
No rules to follow nor guide,
In house she, a sinner who shook,
Fact she had no faith to hide.
 
An angel girl who said to hell,
For not stepping in shadow or cry,
Feathered wings blackened and fell,
And angel in her left to die.

I was told to start "blogging" or something along those lines for my poetry class. I couldn't help but think that this site would be perfect for that. If you guys don't like it, then I'm sorry to hear about it.
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“0700”
By: Elizabeth Harbour
 

Dark, Still, Quite,
All he hears are the trees whispering in the night,
“Shhhh, Shhhh, we’re here, it’s ok, you’re safe”,
His eyes luminate when opened,
The deep brown thirsty for something,
He keeps whispering back,
“I gotta get up, I gotta get up.”
 
A golden sun rises
And the sound of canned taps offer him home,
Calling him to duty.
 
So,
He boards a bed to sail the seas,
Spending a lifetime on the wave,
Watching the shies for hanging stars and black and white picture,
Photos of three daughters,
And eight grandchildren pass above.
 
The day comes when he reaches the shore,
Stepping with polished shoes,
He paces the sandy earth,
Leaves his fingerprints in the sand,
And doesn’t go back t watch the pain fade.
 
As he walks,
He comes to face himself in a metallic mirror,
Staring back,
He can’t help but wonder,
“When did I change?”
Fragile like dried flowers,
Hair silvered,
Body crumpled,
Even taken a bite out of himself.
 
Then he blinks and loses the staring contest with his reflection,
Past the mirror,
His actual destination lies.
A door frame,
Rooted into the liquorish colored earth.
 
Black curtains cling to the sides,
He can almost hear the trees whispering,
“Shhhh, Shhhh, it’s ok, we’re here, you’re safe.”
 
Then he steps through the door,
Hand in hand,
To a calico cat with a broken tail.

Just so you guys know I made this for my grandfather. He died last Sunday, a week ago, at 7 am. I miss him so much. His funeral is Tuesday...
I love you Papa
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Hey, So I REALLY need your help!!!
I have this Poem due tomorrow in my peotry class and I need some different opions on it. If you guys could read in and give totally honest feed back you guys would be the best!!!
 
Here it is!
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" What it's like to grow up."
 
A pretty little girl,
Sitting at her own perfect little table,
A pink frilly dress and delicate curls to match,
Her feet in Mommy's high heels,
Plastic pearls around her neck,
Her tiny hands lifting the tea pot,
Her little mouth asking, "One lump or Two?"
 
A heroic little boy,
Leaping off the back of the couch,
jumping on pellows,
and flying like a super hero
to avoid touching the lava floor.
He never wants to take and nap,
And Daddy carries him to bed each night.
 
Two mirrored siblings
Playing at the park,
Rushing down the plastic slides,
Race to the monkey bars,
And crying to be pushed higher on the swings.
They never get bored together,
Always there for each other.
 
We all did these things,
But at what age does this just go away?
When does the tea party end,
The lava floor harden,
And we stop asking to be higher?
 
You know,
Our imaginations took the first rusted boats away from here,
The monsters no longer live in the closet,
But instead inside of us,
Popsicles on hot summer days turned into
cigaretts on cold lonely nights,
Skirts became shorter,
Nights out became longer.
 
Eventually,
The pretty little girl became a known sl*t,
an easy wh0re,
The heroic little boy became a sketchy outcast,
and a junky by the hour,
The two mirrored siblings became watched theives,
Until one put a bullet in their head.
 
Our innocence had been shot
Like a small bird from the sky.
We're all currepted,
None of us are pure,
And we're all too far away to go back to the way it was before.
 
It's all about getting older,
And admitt it,
We all couldn't wait to grow up,
Maybe even a little too soon.
You don't realize how f*cked up we are
Until you look back and see how perfect we were.
 
When Mommy and Daddy can't solve your problems,
When the pain is inside of you instead of a scraped knee,
When steady drinking is the only thing that gets you to sleep at night,
That's the moments when you realize,
That this is what it's like to grow up.

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Happy Halloween!

Hey guys.
So school has started. It's super icky.
 
I made this set out of boredom. It's kinda eh.

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Hey guys!!!!
Have you missed me?!?!?
Doubt it....
 
Guess who is this years Clarinet section leader...... ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
You guys should watch the key of awesome...
Just saying