• When I look to the stars I see the hopes and dreams of those who wished.
    Some burn out slowly, while other just die.
    I remember the swing, the pretty pink dress, the cake, the wand, the wings, and the happiness.

    Where did it all go?

    I see an old tree, strong and sturdy, memories for all to see.
    And when I see it cut down, someone in this world has lost those memories.
    I feel so sad I want to cry

    Why don't others?

    People give away bags and bags of clothes and as do I.
    Along with those clothes, memories are given away for others to wear and tear.
    Sometimes I feel like I am missing something and I remember my dress.

    Why did I give it away?

    We always must have the newest toy or game.
    Never really thinking about the fact we will probably end up throwing it away.
    Always going to the next "fad" and forgetting the one before it.

    Why don't we ever think about the sentimental value?

    Our grandmothers tell us old family stories that have been passed along the generations.
    Soon we will have our own stories to add to the collection.
    We will have so many memories and secrets to either regret or hold dear.

    So why don't we realize they are important?

    We say we hate our parents and how over protective they are.
    We say they worry too much and don't understand us.
    We say we can't wait to be free and not have to follow their rules.

    Why don't we realize they won't always be there?

    We take everything for granted without realizing it.
    We think the ones we love will always be there.
    We believe everything will always work itself out.

    When will we be broken by the world and see the truth?

    Our innocence is so beautiful when we are small.
    So happy and carefree; oblivious to the world.
    Everything was a happy ending; a fairytale.

    Why don't we realize it is so precious?

    We exaggerate our feelings, meanings, and have lost our vocabularies to slang.
    We don't know hunger, yet we say we are starving.
    We don't know pain yet, we say we are tortured.

    Why bother having so many words when we can't even use them properly?


    She knows the consequences.
    She takes the leep of faith and remembers.

    He is doubtful.
    He wants to kill himself but he doesn't because people will miss him.

    They don't realize the effects of their actions or words.
    They remain oblivious until one of them gets expelled.

    You go from one girl to the next.
    You don't care who you hurt but you stop because your friends leaves you and your all alone.

    We want to run away together.
    But we know better and wait until we are older.

    I hate my life and the reminders of my past.
    I don't want to remember but I know if I don't I will have nothing to tell my children or be proud of.
    I won't be me.

    So when you have the time, make the time, stop and just think.
    Give thanks
    Say sorry
    Remember
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