This was written for a competition in the seventh grade, a year after my best friend died and my grand parents had a few months before. The next year my sister died, and I changed it slightly.
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Shadows
I am really happy when…
When is anyone truly happy?
The world is starving, and the dead are around us.
Where did the days of love go?
Children used to play care-free,
Now they live in solid fear.
People are always in war,
Not with terrorists, but with one another.
People live and people die.
Shadows drift on the streets.
Wanderers are nice and kindly…
Citizens are cruel and wicked.
No one knows who to trust,
Only one place is safe,
Only one secure.
Dreams
In my mind, doubt is safe,
Tucked away.
Swirls of color make my world.
Things are switched instead of light of sun;
I have the sweet Luna.
No one ever shall die away,
Not in this place.
In this place, in this place…
In this place!
Brent, Ashley, grandparents, all here.
People from myths live;
People of hatred do not exist.
If I let people in, they would want out.
No one will leave, never.
Outside my mind,
Darkness…
Falling, falling,
Ever falling!
Never stopping to glimpse the sun.
People rush by,
Day by day…
No one cares of dreams,
They don’t hear music,
Or see cranes soar…
Hear music! See flight!
Think of dreams!
This may not matter to you,
All full of hatred and scorn.
Think…
What effect might it have for a child?
What about a person,
Starving on the streets?
Take a moment to stop your life.
Shine bright morning light,
Smell in the air that spring is coming,
Hear the sweet blowing wind,
Singing down the hills and valleys.
Happiness may only be a frame of mind,
Hold on to it.
I’m really happy when the music plays…
And life stops…forever.
Wait for me, you’ve come much farther…too far.
I am really happy when…
When is anyone truly happy?
I am really happy when…
When is anyone truly happy?
The world is starving, and the dead are around us.
Where did the days of love go?
Children used to play care-free,
Now they live in solid fear.
People are always in war,
Not with terrorists, but with one another.
People live and people die.
Shadows drift on the streets.
Wanderers are nice and kindly…
Citizens are cruel and wicked.
No one knows who to trust,
Only one place is safe,
Only one secure.
Dreams
In my mind, doubt is safe,
Tucked away.
Swirls of color make my world.
Things are switched instead of light of sun;
I have the sweet Luna.
No one ever shall die away,
Not in this place.
In this place, in this place…
In this place!
Brent, Ashley, grandparents, all here.
People from myths live;
People of hatred do not exist.
If I let people in, they would want out.
No one will leave, never.
Outside my mind,
Darkness…
Falling, falling,
Ever falling!
Never stopping to glimpse the sun.
People rush by,
Day by day…
No one cares of dreams,
They don’t hear music,
Or see cranes soar…
Hear music! See flight!
Think of dreams!
This may not matter to you,
All full of hatred and scorn.
Think…
What effect might it have for a child?
What about a person,
Starving on the streets?
Take a moment to stop your life.
Shine bright morning light,
Smell in the air that spring is coming,
Hear the sweet blowing wind,
Singing down the hills and valleys.
Happiness may only be a frame of mind,
Hold on to it.
I’m really happy when the music plays…
And life stops…forever.
Wait for me, you’ve come much farther…too far.
I am really happy when…
When is anyone truly happy?
