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"Being  Me" by Sarah Aboueljoud I'm tired of being alone All I ever do is sit at home This home may be full But it feels so empty Everyone here is just so busy and bland I wish I could be in a band But I would need members to give me a hand And members are hard to come by Nowadays all everyone wants is a quick high A high in life But all I want is my knife To cure this pain Everyone likes to blame Me? I like to think Think about all the things The things that brought me here Afterall there must be a reason, for this social agony I don't want to be stuck in an academy Being compared to others like numbers and letters I just to be me B

WordSmith's Note: THE FLANNEL HEART OF RICE MENTIONED IN THE SLAM POEM WAS LITERALLY A FLANNEL HEART OF RICE THAT WOULD WEIGHT THE SAME WEIGHT AS THE CHILD. ITS PURPOSE WAS TO VAGUELY SUBSTITUTE THE CHILD TO HELP COPE WITH PHYSICAL AND EMOTIONAL PAIN THEY ARE SUFFERING WITH. AT THE TIME I WROTE THIS POEM IT WAS FOR A FAMILY FRIEND WHO HAD YET ANOTHER STILLBORN AND WE BOTH WORKED AT THE NONPROFIT ORGANIZATION 'A HEART TO HOLD' WHEN I WROTE THIS. UNFORTUNATELY, IT WAS SHUT DOWN LAST YEAR AND THIS DIDN'T GET POSTED UNTIL NOW. It's devastating how ones' life can be taken away from another. .  .before you can actually get to know that person, who

Buzzing. She heard it. It was booming, thunderous, even. That whole buzzing of the crowd. The exchange of all those fast paced conversations. The buzzing, all the murmuring around her grew louder and louder until she could stand it. She can't stand it because the louder it got the more she felt alone. So alone. All the chattering. She couldn't speak.Speak and be judged. Speaking isn't allowed. . .                                          . . . But she also loved listening to that chattering and buzzing. It taught her things she never knew before. All she had to do was sit and listen. Focus her energy on one particular person, one particula

I can do this, I say looking upon the moon above me thousand of miles away. The air was crisp and I could definitely taste it. Taste the cold. Taste it as much as I could FEEL it. Feel it in my breath, feel it in each thin strand of my hair, I could feel it all around me.  I look at the ladder above me on going almost like this starry sky. I slowly dragged my arm and grabbed onto the wooden ladder, it was sturdy, but I was excited so I didn't have the best grip, regardless, I went onto the first few rungs rather quickly until realization sunk into me. I was actually doing this. I am actually, truly doing this. I am climbing towards my biggest

I want to journey. I want want to know not where I am. I mean, I love school, but oddly enough, the whole school life is too stable for me. I want adventure, I want to be free. It may sound impractical but despite really ever doing much except daylong walks in the city I still like to consider myself a lively adventurer.  I mean I want to try everything. Experience nature. Experience at its finest and fullest. I feel like here at school plugging in numbers and plotting graphs, while may be great for others, is not great for me. I am wasting my time and I only live once and my life is being wasted. I mean I am reading, watching and learning ab

It began just like any other day for me. The only difference is it was chillier, darker, spookier, even. I don't know why but it seemed like doom was in every drop of this sea. But nonetheless it still had that hint of Cheer. That hint of excitement. That feeling of "Well. . .what if. . .?" and "Anything could happen." I mean. . . After all, today, well, tonight, (since it was about 1:00 A.M. now.) marks the day, well, night, err, morning, or whatever you want to call it, that I will have my first real taste of freedom.

                                    Theater Changes Narrator (Character 3): "Our first part of scene one contains traces of the genre 'drama.' Let us begin." It (Character 1): *Voice-over* "It was cold, the wind was swooshing violently in the late dark night, millions of stars twinkled throughout the massively large sky. I could hear sirens blaring in the distance. I can't believe what I've done. I want to cry, just let it all out, but, I couldn't. I was dumbfounded and time just seemed to stand still. It(Character 2): "How could I do this? What the HELL is wrong with me?" It (Character 2): *Voice-over* "I re-called all the events. . ."

                                                               I am Dreamer                                                                                                I am from cheap sandals, from Hippie Tea, and food scrapes                                                                                                    I am from a silhouette of a religious home-bound family.                                                                                                I am from the pomegranate, the forest, and the willow tree                                                                              I am from watching anime

Pride and prejudice: Marriage    In the 1813 novel, Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen described a time when customs and culture, almost, if not, literally controlled peoples’ lives. These customsincluded the way people dressed, talked and acted. Perhaps, most importantly, the custom of marriage greatly influenced the lifeof each and every character, married, or not. Marriage is a very complicated thing in Pride and Prejudice. There are so many rules. First, a woman must be get married (to a man of course.). It effects the reputation upon a family and their friends if a lady who has been out for a while is single. And reputation is

Theater changes Narrator (Character 3): “Our first part of scene one contains traces of the genre ‘drama’. Let us begin.” Voice-Over Brain/Narrator 2 (Character 1): “It was cold, the wind was swooshing violently, in the late dark night, millions of stars twinkled throughout the massively large sky. I could hear the sirens blaring in the distance. I can’t believe what I’ve done. I wanted to cry, just let it all out, but I couldn’t. I was dumbfounded and time just seemed to stand still.” It (Character 2) : “How could I do this? What the hell is wrong with me?” Narrator 2 (C