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Momentous Bliss

2/28/2017

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BY: Gregory Harrelson, Kingsley High School

People see trees of green, 

Skies of blue, 
They know how to absorb a scene, 
But I'm focused on you. 
Your sun kissed cheeks, 
The way you smile at me, 
Carrying me through peaks, 
And how you make me feel free. 
The future may be uncertain, 
But I certainly am not, 
I want to dedicate my life to you, 
Even when my life stops. 
You never cease to carry existence, 
And my alter ego always opts, 
To hide from this beauty, 
Shield my eyes from this goddess. 
The way your hair falls, 
Like water on rocks, 
I push my heart to absorb your scenery, 
But with such beauty, 
My heart stops.

About the Author: Gregory Harrelson has been writing stories and poetry since he could basically hold a pen. Words are his life and his expression. He also has his poems "Willowed Memories" and "Special Moments" published by MIteen Writers.

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Willowed Memories

2/20/2017

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BY: Gregory Harrelson, Kingsley High School

It's sick, sitting under a sycamore,
 
Wondering if there'd ever be more, if you and I could ever be more, 
Pushing thoughts out of you and me, 
You said you'd always love me, yet you were always jaunting. 
The image of you is forever haunting, 
And there's no way you can keep just flaunting 
Your new boy toy and his lack of feeling, 
But that's the secret to dealing 
With your emotions and life I guess. 
You could always say I was never the best, 
Leaving you wondering if I got rest or if I was gonna get a good grade on that test, 
But you didn't care, and it's never been fair, 
The delicate smell of your hair and the way you float through the air.

About the Author: Gregory Harrelson has been writing stories and poetry since he could basically hold a pen. Words are his life and his expression.

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To Wait or Not to Wait

12/20/2016

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BY: Krystal Steele, Harrison Community High School

I hear many a tale,
Of it sacrificed, stripped, stolen,
And even offered up willingly,
To one who’d spend it on pleasure,
Without a second thought.
Yes, I’ve heard and dreaded,
Choices coming my way,
To keep it would be a struggle,
To lose it just too easy.
I’ve wondered if now,
Those spent, worn, used,
Feel they’d bought anything,
Worthwhile.
I speak of purity,
Of innocence,
And naivety,
All in good measure.
Not unlearned,
But not exposed.
What I have seen is people,
With regret and tear filled eyes,
Telling their tale,
And how much they wished,
They’d save their body,
Their innocence, their love,
For the one they’d hold for life:

A husband or wife.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:  Krystal loves to write and to climb trees. She has a twin brother, and both Krystal and her brother are hoping to attend college for the a career in the medical field.


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You Don't See It

12/16/2016

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BY: Layna Buskirk, Ionia High School

He is your cup of tea 

The perfect mixture of milk and black coffee 
He is so tender and sweet 
A breath of air for starving lungs 
Compared to the others. 

But he loves you
He is so tender and sweet
He is a breath of fresh air
Compared to the others
They are all dead to me

He is your favorite candy
That mix of salty and sweet
He's the first boy to meet your family
Everyone says he treats you so sweet
He is your everything

People start to notice
Don't let them see he whispers as you drift off to sleep
you wince when he moves
you cry because you're starving
Your ribs are showing

The bags under your eyes
Are permanent shadows of every time you lied
To protect someone who only causes destruction
But he is your world
Or so it seems

You're in the ER and don't know how or why
Your parents say he beats you
But you tell them thats a lie
He loves me you whisper
For your voice is to hoarse

He is gone none
Completely out of sight
But he held such love in his eyes
He prized me
He would never hurt me


But he did.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: I have a long story and I tell it through poetry. Layna Buskirk is a sophomore at Ionia High School and a member of the editorial team at MIteen Writers.

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