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Who wants to go dancing?
Wish the night away with pleasant dreams from long ago.
The loves you had,
And some you’ve lost…but only some.
The friends you made…yes, those friends.
The one’s who sat with you on the roof of your house,
Wishing aloud on any star you could find.
Those memories.
The memories of walking crowded hallways,
The corridors of the places you hated,
And some that you loved.
Memories of being told what to do,
And what to wear.
Hating the skin you were in,
Wanting to be something else.
The eating disorders,
The drugs,
The drinks.
The loss…
The loss of a friend whom you never called a friend.
The loss of a classmate,
The name is forgotten,
The face is still known.
They whisper,
And they cry,
And they say they knew him…but they didn’t.
And neither did you for that matter.
But you still cry,
You cry like you’ve never cried before.
You unite with people that you seemed to have hated,
You bring everyone together again,
In ways you thought were impossible.
Maybe…just maybe,
Maybe life’s not all a dream.
Maybe, it’s a little bit real.
Wish the night away with pleasant dreams from long ago.
The loves you had,
And some you’ve lost…but only some.
The friends you made…yes, those friends.
The one’s who sat with you on the roof of your house,
Wishing aloud on any star you could find.
Those memories.
The memories of walking crowded hallways,
The corridors of the places you hated,
And some that you loved.
Memories of being told what to do,
And what to wear.
Hating the skin you were in,
Wanting to be something else.
The eating disorders,
The drugs,
The drinks.
The loss…
The loss of a friend whom you never called a friend.
The loss of a classmate,
The name is forgotten,
The face is still known.
They whisper,
And they cry,
And they say they knew him…but they didn’t.
And neither did you for that matter.
But you still cry,
You cry like you’ve never cried before.
You unite with people that you seemed to have hated,
You bring everyone together again,
In ways you thought were impossible.
Maybe…just maybe,
Maybe life’s not all a dream.
Maybe, it’s a little bit real.
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This one is basically about this last year at the middle school, because as of tomorrow...June 13th, Yes, Friday the 13th, I shall graduate, and no longer be in middle school!
The part about...say half way down, where it talks about basically the loss of a "friend"...that's a real reference, to actually two people our school has lost in the last year.
The first, was Sergei Murray.
I knew him, not very well, but he burnt me a CD once. It was full of Russian music, because he had come over here from Russia. He was adopted...I think, I'll have to double check that one. The music was really good actually...I still have it, somewhere.
And the second was Noni...I don't want to mis-spell her last name, I now I'll murder it...
But I didn't know her at all, but I knew her younger sister, Annika.
They both died because of Heroin...it's a big problem in our school district. 18 kids are in rehab because of it, and actually, two of my friends are doing drugs that are probably pretty close to heroin.
So this is basically a poem for them, and for everyone whom I hold dear. The best of luck in the future to you all. And may Sergei and Noni rest in peice.
The part about...say half way down, where it talks about basically the loss of a "friend"...that's a real reference, to actually two people our school has lost in the last year.
The first, was Sergei Murray.
I knew him, not very well, but he burnt me a CD once. It was full of Russian music, because he had come over here from Russia. He was adopted...I think, I'll have to double check that one. The music was really good actually...I still have it, somewhere.
And the second was Noni...I don't want to mis-spell her last name, I now I'll murder it...
But I didn't know her at all, but I knew her younger sister, Annika.
They both died because of Heroin...it's a big problem in our school district. 18 kids are in rehab because of it, and actually, two of my friends are doing drugs that are probably pretty close to heroin.
So this is basically a poem for them, and for everyone whom I hold dear. The best of luck in the future to you all. And may Sergei and Noni rest in peice.
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That's a great poem and a great tribute. 