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Daniellei am sorry this took so long
to write. i think i have been too focused on
reality and how the universe is big and Danielle is so small
that i forgot that Danielle thinks the universe
will never be too big.

she grabs my hand and drags me down the hallway:
"c'mon, Grace- skip!
if you think too much, your life will stick like that!"

no one can be that happy all the time,
so i think a lot of the time it's fake
and i think a lot of the time she just wants to stop.
but she doesn't, and she does it on purpose.
because-

Danielle tells me, "your hair looks
heavy metal, today" because she knows i think
people lie when they say things li

Allieat the age of one, allie martin
was diagnosed with leukemia.
by three, her parents were carrying around a hairless baby,
and dreading each x they marked the calendar with.

but this is not a cancer story,
because by the age of four, she was cured
and she doesn't know why,
but she doesn't concern herself with the why.

allie martin is the best cheerleader i know,
just because she seems so happy to be up there
trying to make everyone else happy.
see, when she was in the hospital, her parents said,
she was the happiest patient there.

"alison martin?"
"it's allie, and i am here."
if there is one thing i cannot say about allie,
it is

Mili1.
it took me six years, one promise{dream},
three secrets
and four little words dropped like a bomb
for me to realize that Mili Shukla
was not special.

2.
mili has this way of entering into your life
out of nowhere, like a Tennessean storm,
and disappearing like the last minute of a sunset.

in sixth grade, Mili was the first one to decide
she was old enough to cuss. I always made fun of her for
being short, but now I think she grew up more than all of us.

mili doesn't eat a lot, but she swears she knows she's thin.
she also swears she knows she's loved, but once
she spent an entire lunch crying in the bathroom.

when Mili real

CaitlynIt's the little things I know about Caitlyn Cameron.
She never tells anyone the big things.

Once, Caitlyn Cameron broke in front of me.
She leaned against the dirty bathroom stall
And clutched herself, like it was all that held her
Together.
"My sister cut herself last night."
And the one time Caitlyn Cameron trusted someone
Enough to see her break
That someone could not help her.

Sometimes when it rains,
Caitlyn Cameron will stand out in the water
And ask God why she wasn't good enough.
She says it feels good to blame someone for her cut-off angel wings.
She can still feel them desperately trying to take her some place better.

CameronCameron Bergeron stands tall, but I'm not sure it's
Because of pride, or just
Because he's already 6"2
With only up to go.

His hair is in a constant state of
Too-long-for-dress-code
And his face is in a constant
I know something you don't.

I know mathematical formulas that will make your head spin.
Just kidding, I don't but I could probably
Convince you I did.
I can ace tests without studying,
Argue the beginning of the universe,
And never turn in homework, but still get A's.

I'm out of the loop, he tells me with a frown.
I want to tell him that he's so lucky to be out of the loop.
Because inside, it's always hatemehateyoulo

Sydney MerrellThe first thing I ever noticed about Sydney
Was that her last name was branded on my no-laces shoe.

The second was that she was the first person my age to smile at me.

That was when we were five
And played pirate on the run down playground
Where a splinter was a death wound.
I can't make it. You'll have to go on without me.

When we were in first grade, she held a Barbie
Up to my nose, and told me,
"When I grow up, I'm going to be just like this."
Maybe I shouldn't have laughed.

I can't make it. You'll have to go on without me.
It was easier to go on without her than I originally thought.
Just ignore a few house calls, then a few

ChaseFor the third grade talent show,
Chase Tidwell dressed up as a cowboy
And preformed "YMCA" with an Indian,
Construction worker, cop, and a soldier.

In first grade, his biggest accomplishment
Was that his initials spelt out the word, "CAT",
And for the first couple of years I cannot remember a time
When I didn't have to tell my friends,
"Yes, our names rhyme. No, we're not soul mates."
He was also the first person in my grade
Who learned how to say, "Hello, my name is Chase," in Spanish.

Hola, me llamo Chase. Hola, me llamo Chase. Hola, me llamo Chase

Nine years have passed,
And not much has changed.
Chase became taller, his brai

JeffreyJeffrey Williams is homophobic.
But I cannot hate him for his beliefs, like
He cannot hate me for mine,
Though I know there are some days we both want to.

But there's other reasons to hate the boy-
Hate him because once a long, long time ago
I thought I loved him.
But then we both grew up into
Real-world terms and opinions that were
Never made to fit.

So, some days I think I'm just making up for lost time.

There's this part of me that thinks he deserves
A 'Bad Poem'
Because he called me ugly all through sixth grade,
Insults my friends ("I'd like him, really Grace, I would,
But he's just so... gay.")
And expects himself to be a

SamanthaSamantha McCaleb ends almost every text
With a smiley face and if she keeps
Over-using it, I tell her, it will eventually
Lose meaning. She looks up from her phone, smiles and says,
"Doesn't everything?"

She's a book lender, an emotion-eater,
And the kind of security blanket
That thinks it's ratty and tattered, but really is
The best protection from the words
That like to attack the back.

Samantha says it's stupid to expect instant fame,
And I guess it is, but I know it hurts when
She sings to her camera late at night,
Each note sounding like a hope she thinks she
Doesn't deserve. Her words are written from
The heart she tries

Caitlincaitlin musgrove is the definition
and prime example of the fact that
the very worst of things happen to the very best of people.

(warning: this is a cancer story.
this is a mother and daughter story.)

fact:
when caitlin grades quizzes, she writes a smiley face
on the top of the paper if you did well, or a
an even bigger smiley face if you didn't.
i didn't know caitlin's mom had cancer until
a couple of months ago
because caitlin's not only strong, but her damnation
might be the fact that she hides everything until she can't anymore.

but maybe that's also because she didn't want to tell me.
and that's understandable.
we're not

DanielIf it wasn't for Daniel Calhoun
I would have gotten that part in the
Middle School Fall Play when I was
in eighth grade.

But Daniel's someone you forgive easily,
Just because he's Daniel and I've known the boy for nine years,
And anyway, Daniel kind of comes with a get-off free gene.

He also seems to have come with a blush-easily gene,
Because his face is tomato-red half the school day.
I guess that's okay too, because it's
Kind of funny.
Some find it annoying how he can't stop laughing at times,
But I can't help but find it hopeful- like his open,
Laughing mouth, squinty eyes and bright red blush
Paints a picture with the capt

Matthew M.Matthew Minor married Tim McGraw's daughter
When he was in preschool,
And only in Music City.

He's all sharp angles, curly hair,
And geography bowls he won in fourth grade.
He's holding onto things and letting her go,
Brought up on family politics and Southern beliefs.

Our second grade Spanish teacher
Filmed Matthew's laugh and put it on Youtube.

He's seventeen missed calls and
Gary, Indiana, Gary Indiana, Gary Indiana
My home sweet home.

Matthew got all the solos in elementary school
And loves songs and musicals no one else
Has ever heard.

He didn't really want Mrs. Fortner to video his laugh,
So for ten minutes of trying, al

LindseyIf I only know one thing about Lindsey
It's that she has broken
Far too many times to count.

Oh, and that she doesn't deserve
What her friends say about her.

For two years, Lindsey dated Matthew
And thought it was love.
Only Matthew knew it was guilt
And the inability to say no.

They say she had the perfect wedding planned
Out in her head and thought she had finally
Found her perfect prince.
They hated her for being happy.

But Lindsey is not based on her past
Relationships, and she is not defined by the boy
She's left hanging
Because she's still waiting
For the boy who left her.

Lindsey is defined by the color of her eyes

Laurynlauryn is the best example of the reason
i like writing about people.
because i have waited too long
and now i have forgotten—
because now i do not even remember
if i spelled her name right.

lauren? laurin? lauryn?

here's the three things i remember
about the girl in the back of my spanish class
who showed up late for video rehearsals,
but pronounced español like she'd been speaking it all her life

one-
lauryn is the only person i can
remember asking me to write a poem for her.
the rest of them just sat back and thought
that eventually i would write a poem about them
that they could steal and read.
she is the only one who ha

Grace W.She stays on the Internet until
Her dad comes yelling at her to get off the damn thing
And go downstairs.
But going downstairs implies going to bed and
Going to bed means falling asleep,
And she's never really done that well.

She can't.
Fall asleep, I mean.

She lies in bed and plays games
Like counting backwards from one hundred
And counting Sheep, but the Sheep always turn into
Failed Test, Failed Friend,
Failed Life.
But the worst is the ransom game she plays,
Where she's been kidnapped and her parents don't pay the ransom.
But some nights they do, and then decide she's not worth it
And try to get a refund.

She keeps tryin

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by ~MisfitableGrae, Jun 23, 2012, 1:14:23 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

_{Seven year old Adysen Reader
Took her mother's most fancy wine glass
And filled it with apple juice,
All the while telling me that one day,
She'd really be able to taste the stars.

"You know," she tells me, "You could jump from the
Empire State building and survive."
I tell her she's wrong, and that you'll die.
"No, no," she insists, "it's not the jump that kills you- it's the ground-
The sky just hugs you and wishes he didn't have to let go."

Ady's been able to draw since she was four,
But she hasn't been an artist till she was nine, and
Manned up enough to tell me that she really didn't
Believe in dragons, but she hopes we can still be friends.

In sixth grade, I read her the story of Icarus,
And how he fell to his death because he wanted too much
With too little.

(Spoiler Alert: We're still friends)

Ady has never been afraid of asking boys out.
She says it's better to know he doesn't like her
Then to be sitting around wondering if he does.
Two boys, two strikes out, and she tells
Me with sad eyes,
"He didn't mean to go too close to the sun. He didn't mean to fall.
He just wanted to fly."

Adysen is the only person I know who likes
Brownies better than cake,
And she doesn't believe in luck.
When she dropped her mother's fancy wine glass,
Her hands shook cleaning it up,
And she blamed it on the apple juice champagne
When her vision started blurring.
She works on the computer more than with a sketch pad,
But that's okay, because she says she likes animation more.
She lies a lot, but it's the necessary lies, like "I'm okay,"
And "you really are my friend".

Adysen will always be an artist.

Ten years later, she'll see
Icarus flying in her real starry champagne
And she'll still be most afraid of falling
{in love}}

Ady{sen}by ~MisfitableGrae

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_{People on Paper 9}

Adysen has been a friend of mine since first grade, when I asked everyone if they believed in dragons and she was the only one who said yes.

She always thinks I'm mad at her when I call her Adysen instead of Ady. (I'm not, I jut think it's a very pretty name.)

So let me just clear a few points in this poem, to "make the meaning be much cleared", like a friend of mine said.

1. The starry champagne and any references to starry champagne. That's actually talking about her mother's wine glass, as it actually did have stars on it, and you know the phrase, "close enough to touch the stars"? You don't "touch" drinks, so I changed it to "taste". And from there, I kind of jumped to how successful she'll be. Because one day, she'd be able to touch the stars. That wine glass represents all of what she is and what she will be. It represents her future and her future accomplishments, so when she drops it and it breaks she starts crying. At the end when it says "Icarus flying in the bottom of her real starry champagne", that's talking about how in the future she'll have accomplished everything she wanted to, and now the wine glass isn't metaphorical, but it actually has champagne.

2. Icarus- falling/falling in love. Ady's sworn off boys, because she says they're stupid, but I think she just got hurt too often.

3. "you really are my friend." i'm probably not, to be honest.

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*NaomiARey Mar 11, 2013 Student Writer

The poem was lovely. Could you find a way to tuck a word here and there so that you wouldn't have to include a "clear a few points" section? Like the mother's "star-etched" wine glasses. Implications of the poem are the reader's part. Your role is just to tell the story beautifully (which you have done).

~MisfitableGrae Mar 11, 2013

Yeah, that would probably be so much smarter. The points, especially the first one, had to be cleared up because I submitted this poem to an artist guild thing, and a teacher asked if I had plagiarized the line about the starry champagne from The Fault in Our Stars, by John Green. Even though I love that book, I definitely didn't actually plagiarize because I literally meant that the wine glasses had stars in them.

Your way is so much easier and I wish I had thought about it, but...I hadn't and so I wrote all of that down. :/ Thank you though!

*NaomiARey Mar 11, 2013 Student Writer

you're very welcome! Glad I could help

*TouchedBy-AnAngel Dec 16, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

_{This is sweet. I really love it.

+ fave}

~Relixala Nov 25, 2012

I really love your People on Paper poems. Something about the way you write is just fantastic.

Also, fun fact about the 'tasting the stars' bit: the monk who invented champagne famously called to his companions: "Come quick! I am tasting the stars!"
I don't know if that reference was intentional but it seems to fit quite nicely with what you pointed out in your description.

~Lacewinged-Beauty Nov 23, 2012 Writer

^{I really enjoyed this piece.}

~simplyfeel Jun 27, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Great story you told within a poem. I enjoyed it very much. I don't really know what else to say. There's just something about this poem. It has that certain something, ya know?

~Sparsilian Jun 25, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

^{love it
wish i could be half as cohesive as this piece. it flows beautifully.}

~intricately-ordinary Jun 24, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

This is so beautiful. My favorite parts are the dialogue. It's perfectly innocent in a child-like way, but it also shows the thoughts and feelings everyone is afraid to feel. Your friend sounds amazing, and you are a lovely writer.

~Phantasm1 Jun 23, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I like how you mixed this story in with Icarus and how you changed how the ending for it went.

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