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9/11 Hearts

Sept. 11th seemed like an ordinary day.

I woken up, skipped breakfast, and played keep-away.

I had gone to school, talked to my friends, waiting for the day to end.

I got home. Everything was quiet. I turned on the news. And then I needed a friend

I watched the footage of a plane crashing.

Then I thought they did replay. Nope. Footage of another plane smashing.

I thought all the thoughts the people could have thought, I thought of all the scared faces.

And I thought of all the families crying about their loss in diff places.

Damn, this sucks. I thought.

But, it hadn't fully registered... reality was sought.

It took me 1 day to realize we lost, it wasn't show.

I felt ashamed and low.

I know a muslim or two.

Who's lives completely changed into a miserable blue.

9-11 came and it went, but the sorrow has not yet been fully spent.

Meant To Me

I cant believe how much you meant to me.

I guess I was stupid and young.

There were many notes I left unsung.

I walk past you, without a slanting glare.

In the game of love and war we all must be fair.

My heart doesn't ache anymore when I hear your name

I still love you, but you are still the same.

We share the same friends, we love the same food, for some reason we try not to be rude.

I dont get why you had to make me cry.

I laid out my heart

And I laid my soul

But you departed me in a hurry faster than a current sea.

I don't understand why you want to be friends.

Our past, my past is living from the tips to the ends.

You may say I'm stupid you may say i'm gay.

I won the battle and the war, I'll win it everyday.

~Shady Lane~

January 1. 2005

Life

I changed things for the better.

I made it on my own.

I learned how to do the things that were shown.

I wish I could save the world.

I leave that to Super Girl.

I'm pretty normal

I guess you could say

But who the hell cares?

I dont care what you think anyway

I have my friends, I have my family

One day you will see

I'm not so cheery all the time

Sometimes I'm sad

I run out of stuff 2 rhyme

I have a dark side, a light side, and a blue

Sometimes it's hard for me to stay true

I guess that's life, no way its perfect

But i'm get on by

As long as I have my friends I'll need alright.

~Shady Lane~

January 8th

Careful

I'm sick of not being able to be true

I'm sick of bending my back for you

I dont want to feel this way

NO this isn't angst this isn't a play

People say all this bullshit about me

I dont see why they have to make more misery

I go to school, i follow the rules

I feel so ripped off and unhappy

I think of all the things I used to love

That floated from me and gone above

I am tired of being careful

Holding something so tight it floats away

I am sick of always hoping for the next day

Or missing the last because I had a blast

I want to the love the present, and be loved too

But there's only so much a girl can do

~Shady Lane~

January 8th, 2005

Writing is not just writing... it's mending the past and helping the future