Do not judge me,
Do not nudge me,
Do not take my name and smudge me.
I will not budge,
I will not trudge,
I will just laugh and eat some fudge.
~M.Z.
Fudge
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Tag Archives: memories
Dear High School
Dear High School,
It has been fun
Except not really.
It’s about time to retire
So that I can go to college.
I look forward to our parting moment
In a bittersweet way.
-Anonymous
Skyrim Retirement Letter
From all the hours were have spent together
Exploring a world known to many others
From all the draugers we have encountered
In the Berkshires we’ve spelunked
All the Nord armor we have collected
On our quest to Daedric
Finding all the Dragon priests
And collecting their masks
Killing dragons
To acquire stronger shouts
The merchants we’ve bought from
And cities we are thanes in
While we leveled up our speech, destruction, and alchemy
It was you Dragonborn
Who made the land of Skyrim
Oh so special
-Anonymous
Retirement Letter
Dear Penn Manor,
You were one hell of a run, a dive into the deep end, and a drug I have never experienced before. You lead me to loyal friends and collided me with snitches that got their stitches. You put me through social embarrassment while faking a laugh along the way. You were a movie that has reached its long and unexpected needing. You gave me the experience of unforgettable knowledge that I will pass on to someone of my own some day. I will appreciate you from a distance far and unknown without ever looking back. From the depths of my lungs, you will be the last puff of smoke that leaves my body.
Goodbye Penn Manor High School,
~T.C
Heartbreak Hurts
Heart break tears you down
I don’t wish on anyone
But find a better man.
~Anonymous
She Moved On
She moved on.
But sometimes the sky still looks like his eyes.
She moved on
But she kept every possession that had any connection to him.
She moved on
But when she comes across that flannel that he left behind she’ll put it on so it’s like he’s holding her again.
She moved on
But the fact that the same flannel has almost lost every last trace of him, makes her chest feel heavier for a while.
She moved on
But on lonely nights she’ll sleep in his old t-shirt he gave her when she was his.
She moved on
But there’s moments so often where something happens or is said that reminds her of him and a memory she loved, sometimes wishing she could relive it even just for a moment…
-Anonymous
Retirement to Dance in 50 Years
Dear dance,
I remember the moment that you were the one for me.
When my Mother plays the sound of beats and drums in the little pink DVD player, and her little girl who just took her first steps is dancing like a little soldier.
When Mother switches to the soft sound of music, and her baby starts to switch position to sway along.
She mutters, “Our little girl won’t be playing soccer.”
The moment I looked at my first ballet teacher, I knew it would be a perfect match.
Through the tears.
Threw the blisters.
Through the bruises.
Dance motivated me.
I learned to love the pain that led to accomplishment.
When one choreographer says “NO”, I will go and find one thats says “YES”.
Dance brought joy.
Dance brought love.
Dance brought release of emotions.
I am ever so grateful to the gift that God gave me.
The gift that has helped me to achieve the purpose he had for me.
The gift that brought me to achieve my biggest dreams.
It is time to say goodbye.
It’s been a great life full of 5..6..7..and 8.
~Anonymous
My Dear Ethiopia
Since the day I saw you
I have loved you,
Your culture and rich tradition
I bowed to.
You have carried me with your love,
From day one to eleven, my beloved;
“Mother Ethiopia” I called you,
Home of Lucy, and animals like Kangaroo
Day by day you get more beautiful,
Just like your people and view.
I will see you soon,
That I promise you;
But till that day, I will say,
Mother Ethiopia, My Ethiopia I love you.
~E.T.
9/11
Tragic event changed the whole world
Many families and buildings forever destroyed
The date will forever be remembered
~Anonymous
Dear Grandpa
Dear Grandpa,
I love you.
Playing and coloring at your house
I loved being with you, dad didn’t
The fighting I heard
Didn’t change my love for you
The things mom said about you
Didn’t change my love for you.
Christmas,
Seeing the smile on your face
While taking pictures with us opening gifts
The smile you had
In the pictures with us
Then you weren’t in them
No beautiful smile to brighten my day
Going into the hospital
For the last time
Didn’t realize this heart attack
Would be the last
I will love you forever
I will always remember your smile
And everything you did for me
I’ll see you again someday.
Love,
Me
~Anonymous
A Collection of Random Thoughts
“Always expect the worst out of things
so that in
case the worst
occurs, you were
ready for it.
If the worst
doesn’t occur,
then you will be
surprised and
happy when the
situation turned
out to be better than you thought it would.”
“Whenever
something doesn’t go the
way it was planned
or how somebody wanted
it to, someone they know will say, “get
over it, life isn’t fair”. But if that is said to
everyone, shouldn’t that mean that life
isn’t fair to anyone? If life isn’t fair to
anyone, everybody gets the some
unfairness.. Doesn’t this mea that life is fair?.”
“If you are supposed to treat people
the way you want to be treated, then
why do people harm each other? Does
that mean they want to be harmed
back? If you ever want to harm someone
in any way shape or form whether
it is physically, socially, mentally, spiritually
, or emotionally, think that you are asking
for the same thing to be done to you.”
~Ian
It’s All The Same
Guide the hand to a new fate,
And do not tell him of what you truly are,
Just smile at him, looking,
Away, from his face.
Listen to the voice that came from the hate,
And do not help him, only give him a taste,
Of who you desire, par,
Himself, neglected by you.
Guide his smile, to truly; who looks,
Yet, contrive, he is yours,
And he undermines by your fascination; benign,
To taste, the hand upon your face.
Simply untrue, undeserving, undesirable.
Away, from himself, neglect the hate,
Do not tell; the fate, so new; your heart
Won’t ever break.
Listen to the lies, you’re making up; lies.
Of given is the par, undermine who looks,
Telling not of a soul, to be under mine,
Is what of yours?
Guide to fascinate, to lay upon, undeserving of,
Your face, benign, you truly know,
Who you, are; not to be himself, he loves. He loves.
Simply, who he truly, undermines,
Who of what is your soul, not to understand,
Look now away, from yourself, smile,
Neglect the lies, not to love; not to hate.
Listen to the facade, voice, inside,
You won’t ever misapprehend,
Lies won’t ever break,
–Ever what is, undesirable won’t, how do you?
Guide to help him, do not,
Give to contrive to taste to know,
To understand your soul,
Suffice to desire the hate.
Simply, himself; as fate, smiles,
Fascinate the facade, obey,
Look, you’re mine, under love will never
–Break.
Guide to what, he is not, true, you; to not stand,
Under; the hate, helps him; you
Do not, under what, stand upon the hand,
Fate lies at your, face.
Listen, you’re who you love, he loves,
The benign tastes the, heart; obeys the soul;
Contrive to suffice the untrue, neglect
–What once was the hand of fate.
Simply par, not mine, understand him,
Tell not the truth, of you are, who looks?
Fascinate the soul, he loves, but he hates. He hates, you.
Guide: to understand what it takes,
To stay awake, away, from the fate,
Breaking the heart; Undermining distaste, in himself,
Truly, doesn’t tell him you’re fascinated; the facade.
Simply: how he looks at your face,
Suffice the hate, desire the hate, you know
He will never neglect your lies, remained untrue,
Taking his hand, to the voice inside.
Listen: the soul gives into for what?
Contrive, you won’t ever misapprehend,
To par his smile, to you, and only you,
He loved you; you, to break his heart.
Look, it’s all the same.
~Anonymous
Lamp
i am much like a lamp; hollowed out with a man living inside me. though, if you rub my belly you won’t find a genie, no, you’ll find an overcast of daddy issues and just the right amount of self deprecating jokes. you won’t find a genie,
but you will find a tidal wave of suppressed memories, but don’t worry you can grab onto a piece of my broken heart and ride it out. veins pumped to the brim with self hatred. lungs filled with a air of those who disarmed my words; breathing in and out their toxicities.
~Anonymous
“Dear Penn Manor”
Dear Penn Manor,
Thanks for the friends,
I wouldn’t have them
Without you.
Thanks for the early mornings
And the late nights
With work, people, and thoughts
you gave me
I’ll never forget how you
Helped me learn to be
A team player,
A hard worker,
And an adult.
From football games,
To bring your tractor
To school day,
I will never forget you
See ya around,
J.T.
Ballad about 9/11
This is a story about the day
That the world would suddenly change
The event that made the people say
New York will never be the same
It was a normal afternoon
Not a thing seemed strange
But they don’t know what’s coming soon
The day that New York would change
A plane just passing by
Seemed awfully low
They’re screaming “Oh my”
Soon everything would blow
Crashing in with fire and rage
The tower went up in big red flames
The lives of people of many age
Would soon never be the same
Soon enough another one comes too
And crashes right into the second tower
After a long fight the first tower blew
And all the debris became a shower
Life after life just wasting away
Firefighters trying their best to save
No one has a word to say
As the fiery fury onward raves
As the second tower starts to tumble
People are frantically running about
Inside the ground you can feel a rumble
Sadly enough, time has run out
People are silent as the sirens blare
No one is quite sure what to do
Everyone has just stopped and stared
As the last of the two towers blew
As the dust and debris settles
And the crowds start to swarm
People are gathered around to meddle
To see how this disaster formed
Theory after theory
Lie after lie
People start to feel weary
As the tears dry from their eyes
Broken families and broken hearts
Their loved ones in the remains
As their mind and their heart parts
Their lives will never be the same
Body after body pulled from what’s left
Many people still screaming
Lifting the debris with all their heft
The tears from their eyes still streaming
Day after day
night after night
Many people still say
That everyday is a new fight
Long after the falling
People still mourn
Their loved ones no longer calling
A generation of fighters was born
~K.C.
Life In Six Words
Always falling, spiraling down, never stops.
Autumn day, smiles joyfully, winter’s coming.
Want’s sensation, searches for, doesn’t find.
~Jagur Zimmerman
Bryan’s Thoughts
I was born in the U.S.A.
My favorite animal is a chipmunk.
The research paper is really easy.
Six word memoirs are pretty fun.
I can’t think of anymore memoirs.
~Bryan Laukhuff
Love Lost
I feel the blood through my veins
Heart pulsating as I think
Think of him
His heart is calm
He is everything, I am nothing
He is gone, but not from my thoughts
Never thinks of me the way I think of him
My body is numb from my emotions
He is gone.
Moved on, was I not good enough?
Memories can never be forgotten
But new ones can be made.
~Anonymous
Parte del Alma Mía
Madre, parte del alma mía
La amiga intimísima
La maestra más sabia
Me has enseñado todo lo que yo conozco.
Eres una torre alta y fuerte
Descansas en un fundamento sólido
Tu paciencia y fe son faros
Luces que me advierten.
Abuela, parte del alma mía
La artista más diestra
La cocinera más fantástica
Tu cultura me crió.
Eres un libro de cuentos
Tus talentos sobrepasan que tú comprendes
Cada día me sorprendes
Con la fuente de experiencias que tú tienes.
Queridas mujeres, partes del alma mía
Me hicieron quien yo soy hoy en día
Cuando ambas hayan pasado
Ustedes estarán en mi alma todavía.
~V.C.
Never to Be
My reality is a full world without meaning,
Convoluted as a feeling most demeaning;
Darkness dwells inside of me,
Overflowing with crippling fear only I, can see.
Incinerating my love for you,
Betrayed and broken into pieces no one can fix.
Giving into the remorse which possesses my soul,
Slowly, dying, as an insufferable virtue.
Befallen, the mentality I devised,
Naturally, the epitome of your desires
Are what I despise, seeing through every last lie;
How could you blame me, in any such way?
Maybe you misinterpreted the evident
Hundreds of Thousands of Words that I say?!
Candidly, my absent mind floats over your intelligence;
The disappointment, concealed in a drought of disarray,
Cannot compare to the torment leaving me astray.
I was truly meant to die, even if the body’s still alive.
Demoralized into a reclamation of song,
I am forced to continue on,
Enriched paths are divided, misleading,
This elicit predicament is condoned
Into a world fully, supposedly, composed to relieve, and yet;
You’ve fallen into darkness your mind owns.
The evolutionary truth has been unveiled,
Revealing a moral that I have failed.
Nothing I could ever do will prevail.
Forever; your hatred have always been verisimilitude,
Your weakness is your own ineptitude.
The absence I yield, molded into an indescribable bane,
Cannot prove the extremities of disdain;
The presence of inexplicable deficiency,
Blends within your integrity.
Into the misapprehension you call, meaning.
And I,
The similar complexity of imperfection–
Disregarded by the likes of you.
Failing to see, what you stand for is far less
Than what I could ever believe.
My mentality is a full world of parasitic anomalies,
Undermined of breathing,
Darkness dwells within my dreams,
Never expressing, the ineffable sentiment, that is me, and so;
I truly,
Was never Meant To Be.
~Anonymous
Summer of 2017
You were a candy coated sin, a wickedness ignored,
A rose bush in a garden, and yet I dismissed the thornes,
The kiss of life, with the hands of death
Who awakened the heart inside my very chest
You were a walk in wonderland on calm spring morning
And candy house used for luring
But the clock must strike midnight, even Alice must grow
And the warm spring changes to a cold, bloody snow
So what goes on that you don’t know?
What goes on since you had to go
My hair falls out, i lay there dead on the floor
I bang my head on the cold beige walls, and scream at the breaking glass door
I’m stripped of my clothes like i was stripped of my pride,
Yes, this is what goes on since you left me to die.
It’s cold with no clothes on even in the summer
Not that you care. You lost me, and got her
My lips are frozen, there’s no lights on in my head
And from time, to time i wonder if i am already dead
Yet, you bask in my misery, and bathe in my tears
You’ll tell anyone you used me, anyone with ears
And by my neck i’m bound to you, a chain around my throat
Pulled like a bitch on a leash naked with no coat.
While you’re sound a sleep next to her
I sit up thinking about how we were.
Because when the moon is high, and current strong
I sit up thinking of everything i’ve done wrong
If i changed my hair, and tact my eyes
If i plumped my lips, and had smaller thighs.
If I was thick in all of the “right” place
And maybe if I let you run to home base.
If I wore more makeup, and wore less clothes
Maybe you still be here, and holding me close
But for now i must put you in a box, and go
Slap a smile on my face, so that no one will know
Wipe my tears, and shut the door.
Pick myself up off of the floor
Put my face on, and cover the scars
And put a guard around my heart.
Thru these many years one thing remains true
that thru these many years i will always miss you
~Gabriella Santiago
REVENANTS
it’s seeping
into my pores
and i hate the way
people stick to my
fingers
i almost compared
the hair i pulled out
in the shower,
to what my mother
found on her pillow,
but she lost more of
herself than i have
i’m picking at my nails,
it’s the only way
i’ll forget about all the
people that forgot
to stay,
or i’ll dream about
telling him that
fire extinguishers
won’t burn down the
world and that he wakes
up the next morning,
but instead only
the people he left do
and i keep on trying
to drown my memories
of ghosts that still
breathe
its seeping
into my pores
and my hair is
tangled with broken
promises
my teeth are
falling out
in time with
the songs i use
to fill the space
silence leaves
smoke fills my lungs
and i still haven’t learned
how not to cough up
pieces of the past
that get stuck in
the drain i tried
to clean with vodka,
that night he tried
to put out flames,
and be the hero,
when he was the only one
burning.
Where I’m From
I am from lacrosse,
from my phone and clothes
I am from the woods in my backyard
I am from sunflowers,
the lilac bush
I am from family beach trips and family get togethers,
from my mother and father and my little sister
I am from always making my family laugh at the dinner table
and always joking around with my family
From not sleeping until I was 2 years old
and told not to let the bedbugs bite
I am from god
I am from Millersville, PA,
Tacos and spaghetti
From the time when I lost my first tooth,
to when I first went on a airplane,
and from the time I taught my sister how to walk
I am from from those moments,
that are embedded in my brain
Alexis Hemmerly
Raven/Mind/King
The raven will come here nevermore.
Think wisely, strong mind, strong person.
Once great, forever just a memory.
David Clayton
Who I am
It takes a very strong person
to turn pain into passion
and sorrow into success.
I am going to tell you who I am.
Who you pushed out of your life.
I am going to tell you who I was before you,
who I was with you,
and who I am now.
After you made my heart shake
like a raindrop stuck to a window
on a windy day.
I am the shimmer
reflecting a lonely light on a dark pond.
I am the feeling you get when you plunge your hands into ice cold water,
and I am the rain droplets that fall on the back of your neck.
I am the slap of fresh air when you step outside on a November morning.
You claim you don’t miss me.
And you claim you no longer love me.
And you, my dear, are wrong.