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To Those Who Fight

Beginning a journey with unseen ends,
Saluting your old life behind, you walk on.
Encasing your love deep in your heart,
Grasping to a single portrait in your hand.

Duty holds your head high,
As your loved ones wave goodbye.
Daily they pray for you 
Hoping to help you make it though.

The sights scar in the head and hand,
No matter how far the land,
Keep thy heart pure,
For love is the cure.

You take up arms with brothers and sisters at your sides.
No gun, no bomb, no bullet, nothing! may break these ties
The strength of you come not through the hours of training
But though offering a hand when your comrades are falling.

May you stand strong in the face of pain,
May you hold the roots close to your heart.
May the sun shine gently upon you daily,
May our love sheild you from hurt.
May you rejoice when you are welcomed home as a hero

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Color of Life

What color is cold?
  Is it the blue-grey of ice?
  Is it the white of snow?
  Is it clear like an icicle?
  Is it grey like a winter lake?
What color is pain?
  Is it the maroon-red of blood?
  Is it the black in the corners of your vision?
  Is it the blue like the streaming tears?
  Is it white from the impact of a fall?
What color is sorrow?
  Is it the see-through tears?
  Is it the black emptiness?
  Is it the red like a raging fire?
  Is it grey like the dullness of joy?
What is the color of joy?
  Is it the yellow of the sun?
  Is it the blue of the water?
  Is it the white of a smile?
  Is it the orange of a sunset?
What color is love?
  Is it the deep red of a heart?
  Is it the brown of your mother's old jacket?
  Is it the light grey arrow through your heart?
  Is it yellow like the joy you feel?
What color is life?
  Is it blue, red, white, grey, yellow, green,ect.
  Life has a color
  Most are blinded by their minds and cannot see it.
 I can.
Can you?

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Sorry

Chest tight
no light
cant fight
a blight

Tears threten to spill
I promise not to kill
I beg for you to fill
just please wait untill

I crave the past,
tears under the mask.
warmpth of a hug,
the pull of a heart string does tug.

I yearn for the old joy of lunch time,
Now I sit alone and rhyme.
ghost of a smile on my face
now for the pain I brace

Wishing I could change it
I gave up and quit.
I lost hope 
I forgot to cope.

I looked to the easy path
I didnt do the math.
I was selfish
Hurting you wasn't my wish.

That is my accountability
my time to learn humility.
to learn from my choise
please hear my voice.

I love you all
my fear is my downfall.
I dont want you to hurt
so from my pain I divert

No longer will I hide,
my tears haven't dried
Im hurting
a lot
There
I said it
Im hurting really bad
I feel alone
I miss my friends
I miss my old school.
I miss not being able to stop smiling when walking into lunch with all of you.
I miss calling Josh, papa
I miss being (lovingly) teased about Langston.
I miss Savannah's smothering hugs,
I miss Sean's innocent litte jokes.
I miss Jose's silly faces (when no one is looking).
I miss the fact that "goodbye" ment see you tomarrow.
I miss Sean's hate for change.
I miss Savannah's helicopter parenting
I miss Joshe's memes
I miss Jose's stubborness.
I miss all parts of all of you.
G-d it kills me.
Every day I get up knowing I wont see you
I still reach for my school polos,
Still put my ID card in my back pocket,
then it hits me.
all at once I remeber avoiding homework
and the shame decends hand-in-hand with the emptyness.
I put the ID back and get dressed for the day,
with a heavy heart leading the way.
I paint on a happy smile,
over the sobbing lonley girl.
When my genetic authors over-exercise their vocal cords,
The smothering wieght returns.
I know.
I didnt forget
How could I?
I know that I messed up. 
But I cant change the past,
No matter how hard I try.
So let me say it,
let me attempt to sum all of this up in two words. 
condence my hurt into seven letters.
Express my thoughts in two syllables

I'm Sorry.

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Crushed

Sadness only taggs along after elation,
chains prefer to cling to the freeman's skin,
heartbreak only follows trust and expectations.

trying to breathe,
with lead-lined lungs,
In an oxygen deprived world
during an asthma attack.

Grasping for the peices.
Pulling them back.
my mind ceases 
on the brink of a panic attack.

my hands begin to shake
eyes watering on the brink of tears,
the last of my sanity to take,
drowning in my fears.

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Goodbye

Tonight you joined the stars,
Leaving my arms with a shell,
never forgetting the love that was ours.
Even if my heart burns like hell.

Memoires spilling out of my eyes,
Hysterical sobs of grief,
may you be free in the skies.
and be as light as a leaf.

I held your body while you departed,
reality's icy tears flow in my veins
may your journey have just started.
your soul is free from it's bodily chains.

For the time you helped me stop,
Kissed the blood off my arm,
you made the blade drop
Teaching that I didn't deserve harm

When tears used to stream down my face,
you'd come and curl up on my lap,
with your element of grace,
while purring you'd take a nap.
 
Your purr healed my heart,
you got my love to start.
Eyes so bright,
urging me to write.

Thank you for the hug,
even if you puke on the rug.
Thank you for the love,
You've freed me like a dove.

May you bless another like you have me.
May you find peace within this life or another.
May your spirit lift others up.
May you never feel pain again.
May you feel forever young.

I love you Pumpkin. 
Goodbye

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Bound Hands Holding a Crushed Heart

I hear it though a friend
and my knees begin to bend.
"It's Sasha"

My eyes grow,
the world begins to slow.
my heart stops beating
logic is fleeting

Hands quiver,
a gut-wrenching thought
clings hold in my chest

Vision blurrs,
tears well up,
lungs get tight.

8 pills she took
for hope she forsook.
Not one word on her pain
I was cluless again.

Failure floods my lungs
I seem to have lost my tongue
feet slowly plodding foward,
the little left of my mind disordered.

Words fail me
why didn't I foresee.
Knowing she is alive,
makes some fear deprive.

Too much unknown
the worry has grown.
England is her land.
and stuck, here I stand.*

I wish to reach across the sea
and tell you how okay it will be.
To wrap my arms around you
and make the pain undo
you from its tight grasp

all day your on my mind
hoping for some refuge you'll find.
craving to alter the past
wondering the possible contrast.

I could've done more
to express that you are cared for.
to show your not alone.
If only i'd known.

Sasha.
you are beautiful
you are smart
you are silly 
you are playful
you are caring
you are adorable
you are honest
you are a sister to me
your laugh makes everyone smile
you are sensitive
yet you are strong
you are pure as an angel
yet wings tainted from pain**
you lift others up. 
no matter your down.

If my words cant reach,
then strain I beseech.
you aren't alone
we love you down to the bone.
And nothing can change that.

Sweet
Adorable
Sensitive
Honest
Affectionate

Even the stronest flower
must rest it's petals.
Just remember 
there is a time
for you to open again. 
Moonlight glistening off the dew
resting on your reborn arms.
nothing as beautiful as you can stay hidden forever.
so let us in,
let us warm you from the freeze,
let us help you streach you weary leaves.

Sasha,
We all care about you.
and we are all here for you.
you will never be alone in this,
all you must do is reach out,
and you will find arms waiting to catch you
from your fall. 


You are stong
You can do this.
I love you flower.
I love you Sasha.
 





{*So far away- Avenged Sevenfold}
{** Angels fall by Breaking Benjamin}

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Classroom

Teacher's droning on,
about something I should know
monotone voices go on,
raised volumes attack.
So few respect my quiet
those that do are rare.
My quiet has a reason,
for those who dare to listen,
a magical tale.
A tale of woe, strife, and joy.
Few do listen to my tale.
those that do will learn.
Adventure with challenges,
adventure between my ears
challenges with fear.
now fear of being laughed at
cells of flat wood and cold metal,
papers everywhere.
Lectures of unknown language,
Symbols I probably should know.
stress running in me.
expectations unspoken,
the power of the screen lives.
Now class is starting.
Please take your seats now children.
Let the confusion begin

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Math

Numbers hike off of the page 
to venture around the walls.
I'm not day dreaming
Im trying to find the answer on the wall
(like any teacher is going to beleive that)
I had the answer. I swear!

Who hired the devil to put letters in math?
And then add fraction bars.
and exponents 
and graphs
and functions
.......

who said numbers weren't enought to deal with?
Now it is x-4b over 30*836 all over 370y to the fith.
Im losing my mind,
hunched over letters I cant find

regretting this class,
I'd almost prefer mass.
rembering this class is required
can't wait for this class to retire.

My head is spinning,
dancing around the bonfire of answers,
that is right infront of me.

the point to give up approches.
Tears brimming the full glass eyes,
threatening to spill over.
The consepts are simple,
but when put infront of me,
An unknown language is all I see.



And to answer your question: Yes I am avoiding doing my math while writing this.

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My 'Disability'

I'm not broken, 
dont look down on me,
dont push me around. 
dont laugh when I ask a question in class.
dont smirk when Im confused.
dont make faces at me when you think im not looking

I have as Aspergers. 

Did any one ever relize that 'Disability' is limiting in itself?
the prefex, Dis- it means not or no
the core is able meaning capable
then put together it is saying 
Not Able
Not capable
How do you think we feel,
when all we ever hear is your not able,
or you cant do it?

Then we add in Highschool to the mix.
The devil's playground.
A brewing pot of confusion
loads of people figureing out who they are.
Anger overflowing from arguments at home,
Sleep-deprived from fear of failing expectaions.
Now just to stir thigs up a bit,
Lets not give them coping skills,
and make it a social taboo to get help.
Perfect!

Im not a monster becuase I dont cry at the movies. 
Im not a killer because blood doesnt faze me. 
Im not mute becuase I dont want to talk to you.
Im not weak becuase I choose not to fight.
Im not deaf because I dont care about gossip.
Im not stupid becuase I dont waste my time on celeberties.
Im not a freak becuase I dont fit into your social groups.

Im just a 16 year old girl, 
that can feel lost in a world of unspoken expectations. 
Stumbling deaf in a spoken maze.

dont take a walk in my shoes,
because I dont want to be barefoot.
But some understanding would be nice.

Sometimes I need a hug, or a comforting glance, 
or maybe a few gentle words by chance.

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Proud Third Wheel

See them hand in hand,
Together they shine brightly
Smiles on both faces
So sweet and caring to me,
Who could ever wish them apart?

Boy asks for gift help,
Girl  matches my craziness,
Perfect for eachother,
An adorable couple,
Hopes and expectations rise.

Gazing gleefully,
Into another's  bright eyes,
Example of love,
Now forever together,
May your paths stay bound as one.