Emily

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I am a 7th grader at Potterville Middle School with straight A's...for those of you who care about grades. Ever since 2nd grade, which was when my teachers started to take notice in my advanced writing abilities, I've been writing in and out side of school out of the pure passion. Only a devoted writer and reader knows the feeling of true written accomplishment. My interests are karate, softball, basketball, swimming, cooking, playing my alto saxophone, music, neurology, reading and writing (of course), school, science, history, and being with my closest friends. Cheesy huh? My 6th grade ELA teacher, Mrs. Dykstra, retired last year and we are always in contact with each other. She is the one who really got me started expanding my writing abilities. Mr. Vedder, my ELA teacher this year, is very encouraging of me and always pushes my to do my best. They both believe in me and will always be there for advice. media type="youtube" key="OQY-uzzm7GA" width="425" height="350" Nature

A pink dawn begins to blush When it disturbs all who rest All who breathe stare and gush A crisp gentleness rustles a painted leaf A tree’s offering to each new day, a new test

Clouds drift Casting shadows for all to admire If that is their wish Sometimes filled with emotion to cry Or to aspire

A delicate rose sways Dew drops are clear in blood red It blooms in a daze An ambition to become a gift for love <span style="color: #54dcde; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">Words of compassion said

<span style="color: #54dcde; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">The eyes of the wild <span style="color: #54dcde; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">A tree stands tall and gallant <span style="color: #54dcde; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">Surrendering to a small child <span style="color: #54dcde; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">Multicolored leaves at a standstill <span style="color: #54dcde; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">A unique talent

<span style="color: #54dcde; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">A vast reflection seen from above <span style="color: #54dcde; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">An ocean stretches its arms of welcome, of warning <span style="color: #54dcde; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">A source of tranquility, maybe love <span style="color: #54dcde; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">A vibrant sunset points to mist, looking for a rainbow <span style="color: #54dcde; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">Awaiting another morning

<span style="color: #54dcde; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">Nature is a mother to give advice <span style="color: #54dcde; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">Embracing arms to comfort those who fear to lose their sanity <span style="color: #54dcde; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">Her words are precise <span style="color: #54dcde; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">Prayers travel through her vast labyrinth <span style="color: #54dcde; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">Nature is the heartbeat for all humanity <span style="color: #54dcde; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">By Emily Cleeves (ME)

Soul Friend…and Opposite

To define friendship No one can quite explain Or understand To describe a friend Anyone… Oh anyone And everyone knows There are many faces With many personalities Painted with contrast for the exterior Interior is sought But not always found

Your soul friend can be the complete opposite Internally balanced, you are, as one With differences to fill the others' empty holes Or held together with similar ties of love, strength, creativity Anything… Feuds of uncertainty split your bonds Temporarily, that is Arguments are red ants In sheer white Blood that is left Always fades away

In times when you are in the days of black No light No one To be though alone They will be there Your known friend Or one undiscovered Revealed when least expected in your bleak Teal waves Tipped with white foam Pulling away To be seen underneath Confused when the spotlight pans upon them Can it be? Their life thrown before you An open book they become To learn To study But remember, You are open to them, too

A friend is the layered cloth A story for each On your back To protect you To hide what is only shared between each other For no one else to see What lies beneath the secrets The pain The tears This-and-that Meaning everything In return You are to give the same For that is what is expected To be Or not to be  One who repays each debt A promise discarded otherwise

A friend is what your previous generations have created for you Created you for To outlive past relationships of those failed Attempts leading to what has not been drawn To what doesn’t exist Unintended To say that everything happens for a reason Is far from an understatement Because it does indeed fit the puzzle The space reserved

Standing firm on the battlefield A surreal crossfire Your friend is your army Between two non-existing sides They will be the stepping stool to your pedestal Which they wish you to sit upon For they request to assist To be there when you need them A small flame painted in the negative It burns with loyalty

To meet everyday At the place from which you learn the most Is one of the best feelings Knowing that they will always be there Waiting… For you To be what a true friend is

But…

When it’s their dead, cold, heartless stares That slip unseen through a labyrinth of twisted emotions Your own, to say To reach into what you fear most Seeking what has been learned from you Taking what is most important And leaving you in the dust <span style="color: #9460e1; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">To face the unsolvable <span style="color: #9460e1; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">Your place has been taken by one anew <span style="color: #9460e1; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">Someone you declare an enemy <span style="color: #9460e1; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">One who has stripped you of all feeling <span style="color: #9460e1; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">But think… <span style="color: #9460e1; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">Is anger directing itself toward your friend? <span style="color: #9460e1; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">Or is sadness the dominant one?

<span style="color: #9460e1; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">Hurt from a friend can be unintentional <span style="color: #9460e1; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">Or not <span style="color: #9460e1; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">Why they feel the need to hurt <span style="color: #9460e1; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">No one can say <span style="color: #9460e1; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">For it is maybe unknown to the antagonist <span style="color: #9460e1; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">Thus, a true friend, they are not <span style="color: #9460e1; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">A force overpowers them <span style="color: #9460e1; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">Maybe <span style="color: #9460e1; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">For no control is in sight <span style="color: #9460e1; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">Blame is tossed around <span style="color: #9460e1; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">Blame is to bludgeon <span style="color: #9460e1; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">Until the host is chosen <span style="color: #9460e1; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">You <span style="color: #9460e1; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">But, what isn’t seen can’t be dealt with

<span style="color: #9460e1; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">A true friend is the first star you see <span style="color: #9460e1; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">Every night <span style="color: #9460e1; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">The brightest of them all <span style="color: #9460e1; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">Stands out against a barren wall <span style="color: #9460e1; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">Lined with every cliché <span style="color: #9460e1; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">To describe is to see with your own eyes <span style="color: #9460e1; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">A golden glow <span style="color: #9460e1; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">Topped with a halo <span style="color: #9460e1; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">Complete with wings <span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">Who takes the form of a true friend

<span style="color: #9460e1; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive; overflow: hidden;">By Emily Cleeves (ME)

Anger

My ultimate goal is to bring out the evil in most of the good To scrounge deep into the camouflaged feelings of mistrust, or pure sadness I am others’ memories of hatred or back-stabbing in one’s mind But not as clear and focused as one might think to be Or wish

Smells of regret and sorrow waft through my unseen nostrils Whispering in the voice of silky persuasion To let it control the mind of which I assume to call my own Making me slip into over exaggerated forms of its strength I am powered by those thoughts of which resurface in one’s mind Triggered by other emotions Cousins of mine, so to say

I am the flame in the lightest of rains Not to fully bloom into ferociousness until kindled to my liking Of feared emotions To taste the warm, salty tears of uncertainty Or betrayal Both…If given a chance Declared inanimate But thought of to be as real as the one you love I will command you to hurt that person If I am strong enough to do so

I touch the sensitive areas in your mind Only to antagonize the memories that are, in fact, reappearing Ever so slowly My fuse is shortsighted I am a sickness with no cure

Cries of distress and fear is what I hear Outbursts of once concealed agony and frustration morph into amusement For me anyway I see what nothing else can What those humans are hiding There is no escape No one to save what you used to be After your numerous encounters with me

I am hated But I am nothing I will feel no pain You can try to hurt me To hide me  Maybe from others, or even yourself Just know this: you will not succeed I am superior to all of those who claim to be your superiors

I am poison of the mind I am paralysis of the body Untamed, I am To never be captured For no one to be equal with me in power, strength Things you think you have control over But really, I do Always When you stray from the path I have drawn for you, I will be waiting for you at every corner Every turn Every place you think suitable to hide from me I decide your fate I will always be with you In all the places I shouldn’t be Or should

Thought of as an enemy But never forgotten As most would try to A lifelong rival Is what I am Will be for eternity

I watch the gory struggle Humans try to keep themselves, and everyone, together Destroy your world, I will On your knees Begging for mercy But there is no end to my capability No end to my wrath For I am the match to start the forest fire What you find when you retrace your steps The very start to your own destruction Mentally Physically

That dark cloud that hangs above you You may not always see it But it’s there I am that cloud Waiting… To strike you when you’re most vulnerable That barrier you build to secure your mind from me Yes, it will wither away to nothing Over time You know it And so do I

By Emily Cleeves (ME)

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