A _beautiful _piecešŸ’™

A _beautiful _piecešŸ’™

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My Home šŸ”šŸ’•

Before, we lived in the country side

Where the only sound I heard was the wind

And red birds flew above my head

And I slept in a hay hump

Underneath the glowing stars

But then my parents told me they hated it here

And packed our bags

We drove through so many states

Images of the countryside slowly fading away

Now I stand outside our new house and see

An array of cars lined up down the whole road

H...

Woof

Bark

Bark! Woof woofy wooof!

Bark grrr no cat! Dog! WOOOOOOOF!

Food food yummy whine grrrrrr!

Bark barky barkkkkkkkkkkkkk!

Rawrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Whine whineeee take me for a walk....

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A Weed In A Field Of WildflowersšŸŒ»

When everyone is walking fast, I speed up to match their pace

Even though it brings my legs to stone

When everyone is reading a certain book, i open it up too

Even though the story is boring and I yearn for a more interesting one



Because I donā€™t want to stick out like a weed in a field of wildflowers

Then my petals would fall out, leaving me with a million stares

So I zip up my jacket and pull u...

ļæ¼The Second Flashlight šŸ”¦

Summary of story: A girl who is devastated from her sisters death meets a duck which changed her view on life in many ways she never expected it to.



I close my eyes at 10:00 pm on Friday night.


_I see a vision of me, Ivy and dad going downtown. Ivy is extra excited because we are letting her show us the new slide that they just put into the park. Ivy loves slide and I hate them, but Iā€™d do any...

A Beautiful PiecešŸ–¤NTP

A beautiful piecešŸ–¤

Itā€™s almost my turn.

Like a lingering worry, The thought of being up on the podium hangs over me.

The feeling of dread

Like a disease, it multiplies as each second passes.

But they call me up anyway.

Like dust on the floor, Iā€™m swept into

this darkness.

I walk up to the stage slowly.

Like a cat hunting, Iā€™m careful with every step I take.

The audience is completely full.

Like...

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A Second Time (part 1)

We all get into my friend Mariahā€™s car. She drives us to our hoco 2017. We all blast musicout so loud abd shove sour patches into our mouth. We approach the driveway and something catches my eye. I see a bunch of limousines. And a girl with curled hair and a large purple flowery dress. Thats when i realize how underdressed I am. I'm wearing only a plain black dress with nothing on it. I begged my ...

Reading vs Math The Ongoing Battle āš”ļøšŸ©ø

Mochi: I hate reading!


Me: you are wrong reading is the best!


Mochi: No! Math is more important than reading! You are going to live your life off of numbers! In reading all you do is just read words.


Me: thatā€™s not true! Books make you learn more about and connected to the world

They deepen oneā€™s perspective of life

They also better your personality


Mochi: blah blah stop using such teenpage...

Fall šŸƒšŸ‚

Date: 5/3/24

Written by: Safia Valika

Age:16


Leaves blowing forcefully

Away from their only home

Down to an unpleasant pile

Ready to be tossed away


As they seize from the perfect green

To an ugly brown

Pleading for the absent water

As they begin to weaken


From the warm and blue skies

To the cold and windy gray

As the flowers so prevalent in spring

Now falter and die down


Your painting is a ...

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Jitters Before A Hike

Jitters before a hike

Imagine if you had only one arm, and you were tasked to carry 16 sets of 4 heavy textbooks and go on a fifteen minute walk from your house to the library. Imagine the nervousness you would feel before performing the task? That is exactly what I felt when my family was going on a trip to Peru to hike up Machu Picchu. During the several months before our trip to Peru, my dad ke...

Letting GošŸ’”

Letting go of bonds

Like yours and mine

I am your teddy bear

That now youā€™ve outgrown


The days we spent together

Are now like a fallen rose petal

Laying there the sidewalk

How could you forget those precious days?


How could you forget all the

Talking we did about our woes?

The countless we spend together?

Leaning on each others shoulders?

All the excitement when we saw each other?


How coul...