People say that high school is either the greatest four years of your life or it is the worst. You find yourself, lose yourself, fall apart and come back together. You make friends and lose friends and nothing is the same four years after you've begun. When people are in the midsts of high school all they want to do is get out and once you are gone all you want to do is go back.
The best way to pass the time, to get through the day, is to write about it. Poems, essays, journals, rants, stories, anything. We cope and we make it and sometimes the writing we get out of it isn't so bad.
Are you a writer? Everyone's a writer. Anyone can be a writer. Have you written something you want the world to see? Have you written something you dont want the world to see? Either way, we want to read it.
My name is Robby and I blog at Once Upon A Book Blog/Fourteen Years. I'm a fourteen year old boy who is always reading, always writing, always listening. I write novels and poetry, songs and essays. I write about anything and everything, but also absolutely nothing. I love the world I live in.
My name's Danielle, feel free to wear it out. I'm the head honcho of the one-girl reviewing party Opinionated? Me? (google it). You'll most likely find my doing one of two things; whining or reading. I don't so much love the world I live in, but I really hope I can do something to change it. Within the law? Optional.
we are the future we are the mercenaries we are the recipients of a world we did not create we are the disrespected we are the disaffected we are the dissatisfied we are the volumes turned down down down we are the unimportant we are the lonely alignments who cannot acknowledge one another we are the dead and we are the alive we are the lint under heads held high we are the one we are the only we are the reason to get up and the reason to get down we are the ignored we are the mindless we are the stupid we are the forced we are the slaves of conformity we are the wet molds imprinted with the mind of another we are the words taped inside we are the numb the diseased the unholy we are the carriers of each other’s cancer we are peddling down a road we did not pave we are holders of fates not our own we are the used we are the abused we are the weak and we are the strong we are the rabid animals caged until we turn on each other we are the scholars of facts we feel nothing for we are the desensitized we are the disorganized we are wholly we are the hungry we are the poor and the rich we are the friends we are the enemies we are the innocents turned ugly we are the hard turned harder we are the lessons learned we are the people we are told to be we are the muffled intelligence we are the unheard we are the future we will not have we inherit a world that is dying crumbling destroying itself destroying each other we live with decisions not our own we live with lives not our own we live we live we live like nothing we live we are the minds we are the brains we are the what we are we are what will never be we are the beginning and we are the end we are the ups and we are the downs we are the revolution we are the youth of america and we are not happy.
