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If your always worried about the past,
when will you ever have time to plan for the future?
But if your always planning for the future,
when will you ever be able to live in the moment?

This poem was written/submitted by Jordan Marzec.

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Taking time to come back home,
makes me feel that i am always alone
Feeling sad without me there,
makes me feel like you dont care
The way you make me feel,
is why I can say “Its real”

This poem was written/submitted by Jess Unger.

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Secrets and lies look where the lead us
Sharing our deepest fears to people we don’t trust
The holes getting deeper yet I continue down
Waiting for the moment everything overwhelms me and I can drown

I always make things worse and each time I break away a piece of my soul
Now i am all drained and stuck in reality everything’s out of control
Cautious and wary I can’t decide one form another
Am I that stupid to be fooled by their masks?

How could I say the things I have I should have told them straight
I won’t survive in no-man’s land i am going to crumple beneath the weight
Go to a distant place where nothing matters and no one knows
Until tomorrow when I do it all again we must wait to see what the outcome shows

This poem was written/submitted by AC2.

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Falling Down,
Nothings Right,
Losing Fast,
Dark as Night,
Can’t Wish My Way,
Out Of Here,
Nothings Okay,
I Shed a Tear,
Screaming Loudly,
I Look Down,
Seeing My Life,
On The Ground,
I’m Going Nowhere,
Losing Fast,
Because of The Regrets,
Of My Past.

This poem was written/submitted by Hunter Fitchko.

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Life
4 Letters
1 Word
1 Meaning

A person once told me Life meant Living In Fear Everyday

Is that person right?
Sometimes Life seems so bright
But this night
You may need to fight
Could be quite the fright
But remember at the end theres a light

So is this person right?

This poem was written/submitted by joel.

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Winter.
A Beautiful time
Where you hear the Angels sing
See the gods Crystal Tears fall from the heavens
Snow its called
Everythings still
Captured in time by the colds grip
Blankets all with a layer of purity
Slient nights
As the angels watch their children play in the Glacial Playground.

This poem was written/submitted by joel.

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Nothing is everything.
when you say your doing nothing you are always doing something.
If you are standing in your kitchen talking on your phone
and somebody asks you what you are doing, and you say nothing.
You are lying, your always doing something,
for instance, standing, breathing, living, talking, seeing, hearing, stepping, being yourself.

This poem was written/submitted by Kristen Bendell.

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