I want to write something going on.

Something that is important,

something that I care about,

but I can’t.

All I can think about is this kid.

This kid who I like.

This kid who doesn’t know that.

This kid who hates me.

Technically, this is something going on.

Technically, this is important to me,

technically, this is something that I care about,

but I don’t want it to be.

-N.J.

Now that I can think,

I think he knows.

Now that I can think,

I think he does too.

When I think too hard,

this happens.

When I think too hard,

I don’t know what to do.

How I think of these things,

I know.

How I think of these things,

It‘s him.

He is my inspiration,

but he is my classmate.

He is my friend.

Just my friend.

Just a friend.

-N.J.

We don’t know why we do it, we just know we do. I’m sure we all have made a stupid Decision at one time or another. Whether it was betraying your best friend for a boyfriend, or betraying your family for friends. We don’t know what leads us to doing these things. We do know, however, that we shouldn’t. Keep your friends. Love your family. Don’t betray anyone, just don’t. Keep your life how it should be. Boy free.

You were withered,

I was oblivious.

Had I come

and cared

for you,

no.

I had seized

your life.

I had been

paranoid.

So I had

tumultuously,

forgotten.

I had

forgotten.

Forgotten

about you.

Instead of

caring,

I left you to live,

in a

deep,

dark,

abyss.

-N.J.

Just Imagine...

The sun setting across the water,

as you start your stroll.

Every speck of sand is mine,

no one else as far as the eye can see.

The life guard chair empty,

it’s shadow casting on soft sand.

Everything is getting darker,

and the sun is swimming deeper.

The sandcastles,

abandoned.

Holes in the ground,

deep as the ocean.

Still,

the sun swims even deeper.

The sailboats,

as they cruise off to the edge of the earth,

and suddenly fall off.

The bucket left behind,

washing in and out with the tide.

All of the minnows,

jumping up and down to their tiny heart’s content.

As the sun starts to drown,

I thank it for all the fun it has brought me today,

It goes on it’s way,

and so do I.

N.J.

I can’t wait.

The sounds of the waves crashing up

and down the shore.

The beachballs

hitting the ground,

as one team loses a game

of volleyball.

The slap of

the surfboards,

on the waves.

Ducking,

as the seagulls try

to take your food.

The flag of the house

above the beach

slapping the pole.

Watching children

build a sandcastle,

watching their older

brother wreck it.

Watching a woman

lose her umbrella

in the wind.

Summer.

I can’t wait.

-N.J.

There is one,

one question

I have.

What is wrong?

What is right?

If we are

all wrong,

then how is anyone

right?

If we are

all right,

then how is anyone

wrong?

What

is

the

truth.

The drum

of which

my hearts beats to.

The dance

of which

I live my life to.

The song

of which

is the anthem

of my life.

The soul

on which

I lay upon my secrets.

You are everything.

You are the drum.

You are the dance.

You are the song.

You are the soul.

You are everything.

-N.J.

I write this as

I am supposed to be reading.

I write this as I am breaking a rule.

What is a rule?

What makes it okay to boss someone around?

What gives adults authority over us?

How do you define rule?

How do people come up with rules?

How do people create this nonsense?

Who came up with the idea of a ”rule”?

Who was the one who said just because you are older you can do whatever you want?

Who thought that this would be okay?

Where do we even have a record of rules?

Where? I know we don‘t.

Where did this idea come from?

Why do we listen to rules?

Why is the word rule mean what it does?

Why are there so many rules?

When did someone say “I am going to call this a rule.”

When did we start following rules?

When did we become people who can control others?

I finish this as

I am supposed to be reading.

I finish this as I am breaking a rule...

again.

-N.J.