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The beginning of it all

In the eighth grade, my English teacher had us write poetry and writing and that's where it all began and here they are. (:

Love
They say hate is such a strong word but love is just as strong a word and people throw it around like it's nothing. You see adults, teenagers, and even young children telling each other the love that they feel in their heart but who are we to believe we know what love truly is. I think everyone wants it so badly because it's the closest thing we have to magic...

Sports
As I run out onto the field
Butterflies invade my stomach,
They blow the whistle,
the ball is thrown in,
and the game begins again.
Running up and down the trampled green grass
feeling like monkey in the middle.
Then the ball is trapped,
dribbled,
passed,
kicked,
GOAL!
In an instant it's over,
we won this beautiful game I call soccer.

Black
Black,
a color of its own,
dark shadows, scary nights,
the feeling of being alone,
the dark figure in the ally,
but don't be afraid
because come day,
black night is no more.

California
EXCITING, sun in my hair,
sand under my feet,
the waves so sweet,
the tan skin under my brunette hair,
California is great and it's my life,
I am a California girl.

White
Wen people think of white,
people usually think of race,
but when I think white,
But when I think of white,
I see drifting clouds on a beautiful spring day,
I see soft, clean blankets
Just laid out on my bed,
sweet fresh smelling daises,
White cotton shirts,
New and clean
or at least until something happens,
then white is forever stained.

School
As I walk these flooded halls,
I see faces in blur around me,
I will only see what I'm thinking about,
Sorry if I don't say hi to you or smile as I pass,
Don't be concerned about me if I look worried,
It's nothing you could understand,
I'm deep in thought,
As I walk these flooded halls.

Drunk
He stumbles through the door,
into the hall and onto his bed,
the next morning he wakes,
why does he look confused?
Is it because he doesn't remember getting that tattoo?
or the pierce in his lip?
A great night that he can't even rememberr.
Being drunk gives you the best times of your life,
to bad you'll never remember.

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