2/23/11: Honest Friendship

Sure, You could call it perfect; however, it is more than perfect. Honest friendship, that's how I would describe it.

I never knew honest friendship existed, but now it seems impossible to forget and ignore this amazing feeling.

Before, I was lost in a dark and lonely room, begging to be acknowledged.

Now everything is bright.I realized that if you have an honest friendship,darkness does not exist; therefore, there are no reasons to be afraid of the dark.

As long as you have one, two, or (as impossible as it sounds) five thousand friends, those friends will always be there to brighten up your day; Your Life.

-Belle Rose

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Excellent Auburn Jewel

Dear Washington, You consumed my joy yet you also added smile You stole my proof-- Proof that there is such thing as fate, that there is such thing as defeating one's fears, and meeting your wish, on the road to Damascus. Take care of my joy, my wish Take care of my Friend

Pencils Down

Pencils Down The paper is in front of me, problem number one, It's the easy one. I rush through it, because I know all the answers. But I never hear the right answer, because I am too busy saying "I am right". So then I give up and I move on, but this problem has more steps, more thinking, and my mind is still on the first problem and I keep adding more mistakes... more problems. So I slow down, try to understand all the problems, try to solve it in my head, but now there are too many problems, and I don't know where to start. Are the edges of the page getting sharp? Are the lines on the page sticking to my skin, the skin covered in panic, the skin covered in tears. I can't keep track of which problem I am on, I'm still on the first one, and I can't stop looking at it. I'm avoiding everything else on this page, "My answers are stupid!" I start to erase, and rewrite what I thin...

Gift

Photo from: AuthenticGrowth.com Words talked over, my voice inside my head Eyes controlled me, my skin burned, cut, and dead Anxiety, told me the biggest lies Notebook pages, soaked up all my loud cries Every mistake, piled up on my chest Heart beat, fast pace, impossible to rest The attention, self-esteem took hold of It hurts to unwrap, what a gift is self-love.

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