Written by C. Jones, Hour 8 i need humanity,
only some of it, to truly cope. but humanity has been s t o l e n by all the beasts who haunt me i crave faith, a sane force unknown, to truly cope. but faith in myself s p u t t e r s bearing doubt within and out of me i need consolation, that few can give, to truly cope. but the words die s t a g n a n t burning the soul that hides inside me ~ can you deal with hell?
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Witten by Annonymous, Hour 8 I used to always go and see my friends during times of stress, but that is no longer an option. Recently I've been writing down the things that upset me. I have also been talking to my mom more about things and we've grown closer because of it. While I do still go to my friends because I am able to call and text them I've learned writing down my feelings truly does help.
Witten by Annonymous, Hour 1 I sit staring at my blank phone screen with ants in my pants,
Wishing for a break A break from the constant weight of school, The firm grasp constantly wrapping around my shoulders given by stress, The never ending anxiety and worry of life, Feeling trapped in an endless circle always speeding up faster and faster, But everyday I fly across the soothing ice With each new stroke and landed jump, I become free once more. With a flash, My dark phone lights with a quick message. Canceled. Feeling smacked in the face As life slowly disintegrates Skating, robotics, school Canceled. Like a bee hive when their queen dies Flying in circles unsure where to go, Or how to continue. Skating off my anxiety and worries of the world Postponed. Building and solving, Done until further notice. Cold tears slide down my face Unable to wipe the sadness away. Saying good-bye to my dear friends As classes end until who knows when. Trapped in a new circle of bright fear Wishing life to go back to the way it was before, Before the panic and chaos. Hope slowly begins to slip from my tight grasp As I hold onto it harder than ever before, I realize everything will be okay. |
AuthorsA group of sophmores at Mayo High School in Rochester, MN. All have Mrs. Lyke for American Literature & Composition Honors. ArchivesCategories |