Archive for January, 2012

A World of Thoughts (Don’t Give In)

Posted: January 11, 2012 by aburroway in AdamB

What do you do when

Your wings are cut?

What do you sing when

Your dreams are broken?

Where do you scream

When there’s no roof to scream it from?

Don’t give in

Don’t give in

The light shines, yet it’s so dim and dull

Whispers saying “yes,”

Screams shouting “no,”

Listen to the unheard voice.

Don’t give in

Don’t give in

Take it all

Give no remorse

and reward those you know deserve it.

Doubt grows like an infection.

Like a cancer to your thoughts.

Negativity creates a rebellion in the peaceful land of your mind

but still yet,

Don’t give in

Don’t Give In

Bad Habits

Posted: January 11, 2012 by zachd18385 in ZachD

Everyone has atleast one bad habit.  My bad habit would probably be breathing hard when I concentrate but my sister has a very bad habit.  She tends to blink alot.  It’s like her eyes are consantly twitching.  She cannot stand to blink normally.  Everyone tries to help her out but it never works and she doesn’t even notice that she is doing it.  She became very worried because she thought that something was wrong with her.  I told her that I used to blink like she does but I didn’t pay any attention to it and I eventually got over the bad habit.  She was very gratedful for my help.

A Place Within

Posted: January 11, 2012 by briannaadkins in BriannaA

There’s a place within me

that smiles like the sun.

That shines like the stars

bursting out of darkness.

There’s a place within me

that screams for help.

That begs for attention.

A place so cold and dark.

There’s a place within me

that demands to be let loose.

A tougher side is fighting out,

forcing me to stand up for

what I believe in.

When I walk into the silence

of my own mind,

I find a girl who no one knows.

She begs to escape the walls of

my conscience.

To the outside world

I am quiet,



But to me,

I am a fighter.

Strong but hurting.

Broken inside.

Still I will continue to fight,

and as I lay my head down,

closing my eyes…

I can only see the real me.


Posted: January 11, 2012 by zachd18385 in ZachD

It’s very saddening to have to put my family through

This.  They seem to not mind to take care of me but

I feel like I am a burden.  As the cancer spread through

My lungs it starts to hurt more and more.  I am ready to

Go but my family is not.  I have been holding on to see if

My family can make it without me, and they are strong.

I believe that I am ready after all of the hair loss and the

Cancer.  I feel like I am just worthless now.  I put

A smile on my face like a mask.  Maybe my family can

See through it.  They can tell that I am losing my mind

And I can’t hold on much longer.  I try to control what I

Say but my mouth moves and I don’t even know what is

Coming out.  I do not regret any of my decisions in my life

But I am ready to go.  Goodbye loved ones.


Posted: January 11, 2012 by zachd18385 in ZachD

Memories can be wonderful things.  We wish to only remember good things in our life but that is not always the case.  We mainly forget the good things but our  bad memories are attached to us.  The good memories, however, will make their way in our mind every once in a while.

One of my least forgotten memories is my fourth grade talent show.  It was a chance for me to break free.  I had held it for two years.  I stepped on the stage and sang my heart out.  I ended up winning the talent show.

Another good memory is the one of my family and I going to Camden Park.  We had been preparing for this trip for a week.  I was so excited.  We arrived there and I rode every ride, some of them I rode twice.  Everyone was exhaustedat the end of the day so my mom got two hotel rooms, boys stayed in one, and girls stayed in the other.

So memories can be good and bad, I personally would like to remember the good memories.

Under Pressure

Posted: January 11, 2012 by zachd18385 in ZachD

I know that they know no better

But it doesn’t make any difference.

They make me so angry when they

Act like they haven’t a care in the

World.  All of the pressure is put on

Me.  Being a parent is difficult sometimes.

I do not regret conceiving my children

But it would be a lot easier without them.

I love my children and I wish nothing but

The best for them.

From Another’s Eyes

Posted: January 11, 2012 by aburroway in AdamB

My bed is stiff

The room is cold

Family gathered around me,

but I only want peace to myself

I can barely move

As I lay here slipping in and out of consciousness.

I now know what some of my patients have felt

So close to the end but still holding on to a shallow

hope that I might have just a little more time

but now I am too sick to care and

I accept whatever fate might become of me.

Lost within Life

Posted: January 11, 2012 by travisplumley in TPlumley

When will I learn

that sadness is only

a passion of reconcile

It only brings me back

to the moments

I don’t wish to relive

A feeling of remorse

flooding the valley

of my mind

bringing me lower

and lower

like a sinking stone

into the ocean

until it hits rock bottom

Then from there,

I can only go back up

She Thinks I Don’t Know

Posted: January 11, 2012 by briannaadkins in BriannaA

On some nights, I had to put myself to bed. I’ve never been one to stay home alone, but with my big brother next door, I rested safely in my bed. Mom’s late again.

Loud voices wake me up. I opened my door and peered into the living room. It’s just the t.v. Mom’s laying on the couch asleep, a paper in her hand. It reads “Dear Eric,” The third one I’ve found.

She thinks that Jeremy and I don’t know what’s going on. She thinks we won’t understand. In her mind, keeping him a secret is for our own good. Does she think we won’t be happy for her? Does she know how much it hurts for her to lie to us, especially when we already know the truth.

I’ll Watch it Burn

Posted: January 11, 2012 by travisplumley in TPlumley

I don’t know why

We do the things we do

We lost it all

Lied to

And abused

But your tears

are all dried up now

and when it’s all gone

I’ll wash this blood

off of my hands

and let it all burn

Just let it all burn

and get lost in you eyes

The Truth.

Posted: January 11, 2012 by alisonadkins in AllisonA

I sit on my bed thinking to myself..
Should I tell or not? I know it would be the right thing to do but then again, a promise is a promise. All the lies you’ve told me to tell to cover your mistake.All the secrets I know, will soon be revealed one way or another. You know you can’t get away with it forever and one day you will see.

Those Special Moments

Posted: January 11, 2012 by antoniahill15 in AntoniaH

Whats my most memorable day?

Is it the day I had my first helicopter flight?

Is it the day the Wildcats were Runner- Up in States?

Is it the day I was saved?

Or is it the very first time I went to the beach?

I can’t seem to piece the whole puzzle together,

but there are those moments I remember ,

I remember how everything looked so tiny from way above & that queezy feeling I felt in my stomach.

I remember the tears rolling down my face as the Lady Wildcats took their Runner-Up trophy.

I remember being whisked away under the water, for an instant moment , to wash away my sins.

And I remember the big blue sea that laid before my eyes. How beautiful it was!

To me, its not about remembering the days,

its about remembering the special times important to you.

And thats why I still hold and cherish these moments in my heart.


Posted: January 11, 2012 by alisonadkins in AllisonA

When I’m sad and lonely,
I know you will be there
Ready to catch me when I fall.
When everything in me shatters into a million pieces,
You know exactly how to piece them back together.
You know how to lift me up
And make me smile
When no one else can.
You are all I need.

Purple Sheets And A Zebra Comforter

Posted: January 11, 2012 by briannaadkins in BriannaA

It’s a small bed

with purple sheets

and all the warmth in the world.

I go there when I’m sad.

Under the blankets,

I can mask the pain,

hide it from the rest of the word.

There I can relax,



It’s odd to think a bed

can be someone’s savior,

but sometimes..

it’s all I’ve got.

Regrets and Second Chances

Posted: January 9, 2012 by aburroway in AdamB

If I could paint a picture for everything I’ve seen

I’d have a hallway full of memories

A haunting staring back at me.

If I could write a poem for every thought I felt

I’d have a palace full of rhymes

and not a single one would be heard.

You’ll be my memory

That I work so hard to keep

The sun will burn bright red

from all the hues we’ve lived and spent.

You’ll have my company

as I read to you tonight

The words will spill off from my tongue

Filled with meaning from my heart.