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 Oct 2014 WARQA BIN NOFAIL
Jay
I said I'd love you forever, and I didn't lie
My world is filled with strangers.
People without last names.
Intense closeness and then nothing.
Passing through without a trace.
I don't mind but it all feels paper thin.
I want something solid to stand on.
 Oct 2014 WARQA BIN NOFAIL
Skai
Don't hate someone just because they hate you.

2. ALWAYS be the bigger person.

3. Don't quickly judge someone.

4. You may lose people, but you will gain ones who are better.

5. Everything changes at one point.

6. Try to see opinions from both sides.

7. There are two sides to every story.

8. Some people aren't going to like you, and that's okay.

9. Speak up in class, no one is going to laugh at you.

10. Don't be shy around the person you like, they're just a person as you are.

11. No one is going to die because you failed that one test.

12. School isn't just about grades.

13. Taking one day off of school won't **** you.

14. If you put negitive thoughts out in the universe, chances are, fate won't be on your side.

15. Don't push yourself to the point of a panic attack.

16. You will always love the person you fell in love with, and you need to learn to cope.

17. Just because you're posting about them, it doesn't mean they will message you.

18. Wear a dress to school, who cares if people judge you.

19. Look on the bright side of things in every situation.

20. Always be youself, and don't change for anyone.
Things I'm learning through being in high school.
 Oct 2014 WARQA BIN NOFAIL
abby
We're the kind of people that fade into the background
We're the kind of people that  get red as soon as someone says our name and often we're the ones that people forget are in the room.
This is us, too comfortable in our shell to even be bothered.
We are told we are too quiet and shy and that we lack a personality.
But they fail to see the universe within us and the light in our eyes and the kindness in our voice.
we don't waste our words
when we speak we make flowers grow and we build up but when they speak it only causes harm.
we do not misuse our words
and no we don't get the most popular award in school, and we probably get overlooked at parties and our names are not the kind of names that make it on to newspapers and quite frankly my dear,
we are unexceptional and quite mediocre (or at least they say).
but this is what we are and we are these things in the most beautiful way.
so please,don't take these words in a bad way when they throw them at you. Instead, hug them and realize that you are are you and that those who don't value you , lack some good judgement and are quite plain in perspective.  And overall, they will never have the privilege to truly see your wonder.
so when they stick the word "unexceptional" on to your forehead,remember you are unexceptional in the most exceptional way.
When did it visit me?
I really don't know when.
It came out of nowhere,
I feel that it's a sin.

Naked in the shower,
washing up clean.
I felt this little lump,
scared and unforeseen.

Feeling all alone,
I looked up to the sky.
Fingers locked together,
I asked the Lord, "Why?"

Now, I lay in silence,
while the tumor grows inside.
Putting up these walls,
all I do is cry.

Months have gone by,
with the chemo and the draws.
The sickness took my *******,
now that's the final straw.

It's been six months now,
I struggled for my life.
I beat the **** cancer.
I AM HAPPY, I WILL SURVIVE!!
My mother is a breast cancer survivor. But I also wrote this for all the survivors and to the ones to whom that lost their battle with this disease!  PLEASE SHARE AND LET THIS TREND!!
This is Me.
The final part.
From one broken home,
to one broken heart.

Hidden behind the mask
of the old porcelain doll,
cracked and tortured.
I have seen it all.

Uncombed hair
and clothes that are rag,
Behold my feelings,
I am but sad.

No one would listen,
during my youth,
when I was a young man
or drinking my *****.

The alleys were dark
with walls caving in.
Hearing voices inside me,
that's where it begins.

Sitting alone,
by one candle light,
I saw pen and paper,
blown by surprise.

I started to talk,
with the pen in my hand,
writing muse on the pulp,
trying my hand.

I was confused,
my words were a mess.
To me, there just jumbles,
I must confess.

I read them back,
and started to sigh,
Because this is my sad story,
It made me  cry.
Part 4 of 4
I swear,
There's nothing in
Your eyes,
No color,
Save red.
No pupils
To dilate in interest
Or at lack of light
When I whisper
At 2 AM.
Those eyelashes
Have burnt down
To a crisp
At the lids.
Forever glazed,
I can't see your love
In them
Anymore.
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