What happens,

When we forget,

The little hope,

The little love,

That we had left?

Does it disappear,

And recycle back in?

Or is that the end,

Forever lost,

And never again?

What happens,

What happens,

What happens?

Do we rebuild from

The thing so lost?

To try the start again,

To get this hope or

Love lost again?

Or do we loose ourselves

In the battle to win,

This hope and love,

Over again

And again?

What happens,

What happens,

What happens?

What happens,

When we repeat?

Are we just trying not

To admit the

Utter defeat?

What happens,

When the war of the

Lack of hope and love

Is lost? Do we grow old,

With such heavy a cost?

What happens,

What happens,

What happens?

Do we just forget

The feeling?

And it is never recycled

Back in,

And never try it over again?

Or do we try it over,

Halfheartedly?

Just to hope a little bit,

To try to fool ourselves,

“This is a new begin for me.”

What happens,

What happens,

What happens?

There is a certain crawl

That happens in the stomach

Of those thinking of past thought.

There is a certain look

That appears in the eyes

Of those dwelling on what happened.

There is a certain crawl.

It tiptoes through the nights,

While the moon is raising high

And the lights are lit low.

Through the trees,

As though it were the wind,

Gliding gracefully into the mind.

Tiptoeing through the night sky.

It rains down,

Seeps into the soil,

Replenishing the good ground.

Filling pools of water,

As it wanders on by,

As if it came down like

The other teardrops of the sky.

It is thought to be a new happening,

This ancient old thing,

And each new time it occurs,

It is thought to be original,

Some fresh new spring,

An unique happening

But it is just the same old thing.

Attempted Escape

Each time I am about to escape,

My thoughts drag me back into

This miserable state,

Where nothing has a meaning,

Just where I have stood,

And where I fall,

Where my happy days were turned

Bad,

When these thoughts of mine,

Came back.

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OH YEAH!!

Amanda is going to be gone for TWO weeks! NOT JUST ONE!! XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

Bye-Bye,

Ttfn

I lost my shadow today,

I don’t see him about.

My shadow has seemed to have misplaced me,

But, I’m Bad with him,

And Good without.

                                    By: Caitlin Schemmer

Idk what this means... I just thought of it on the bus the other day.

The day I stopped caring

I was up to here

With tears.

I was up to here.

                                    By: Caitlin Schemmer

To many times have

I sat and waited for a reply

that I know will never come,

so I don't know why I am

So afraid to tell you that

You were the first one I loved.

And so, this is the last time

I will try to talk to you,

When you never return the call,

If you have something to say,

Just respond to this letter,

One of the many, but this one finally sent.

                                       By: Caitlin Schemmer