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Brianna N Jun 5
Isn’t fear as dangerous as greed?

For it could make one do terrible things.

If one had fear,
they would be tense.
They would make sure,
to tell of their own,
till whole groups thought alike.
And once a community,
has one mind,
it only ends with a fright.
Brianna N Jun 5
Carried by the wind,
a maiden’s voice rang out.

Paired with the darkening sky,
her song a haunting tune.

A young man heard The Call,
and couldn’t help but wonder,
who could sing so beautiful.

Wandering to the shore,
her voice seemed to get louder,
and he began to ponder.

Was this song meant for him,
Or for another?

He turned back away,
into his little shack.

Carried by the wind,
a terrible shriek rang true.

Paired with the darkening sky,
one could only doubt,
what would have happened,
if he tried to find out?
Brianna N Jun 5
My heart is frozen in time.
Stuck in the past,
And unable to move on.

My thoughts are frozen in time.
They stop working,
And just stay the same.

My eyes are frozen in time.
Forever showing the things I wish to forget,
And not seeing what’s ahead.

My body is frozen in time.
Stuck in place,
And unable to move.

My brain is the only thing still functioning and it’s making me mad, for why can’t I just relax? It won’t stop going on and on and on and on till the point my mind is just a jumbled mess. Why can’t I just have a point of relaxation a time for me to rest and enjoy my life instead of being pressured all the time when will I have my time?

And until then I’ll be frozen in this terrible time.
Brianna N Jun 5
For how can a child be called immature,
If the adult is the one showing the worst?

I cannot do wrong if I am not taught wrong.

A child can’t be bad if it hasn’t seen bad.

Why blame a child for the despicable behavior that the adult failed to keep from it?

Why blame anyone at all, for we have all experienced it.

Can’t we fix the idea of immature by teaching a different course to the people that will one day be grown?
Brianna N Jun 5
Why should I try my best,
When my smarts are “seen” on tests?

Why should I work hard,
If I already know what is to far?

My teachers say that I am smart,
But I don’t try when it comes to heart.

My passions are far from school,
A place that makes me feel uncool.

Why can’t I just be left alone,
In a place I call my own?
Brianna N Jun 5
Crafted in one’s mind,
made into existence.

Though made to be looked at,
it craved to take essence.

It wanted to see red,
it wanted something dead.

And the holder was the one that did it.
Brianna N Jun 5
Through a window,
She did see,
A place where,
She’d be free.

In this place,
Trees grew high,
Oceans waved,
Birds cried joy.

She couldn’t help,
But ponder where,
Would this be,
How could she?

Then she blinked,
Brought back to life,
Her world gone,
And she kept on going,
Leaving the glare on the window,
Be one that’s behind.
Was daydreaming in class and I made this up. Btw thanks to all the people blowing my notifications up! <3
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