Yo! My English teacher wants me to enter a poetry contest. I have to submit three poems, do you guys think you could pick your favorite three? that would be most helpful =]]

I feel like you kicked me in the face. I really dont think time could have done anything to prevent this. No matter how long it was. i had to be replaced eventually, and no matter if it was now or a year from now it would still hurt to see that you no longer consider me a "top friend". i guess i was mistaken when i thought we were still close. i guess i really am just sex to you. sorry for the misconception.

Everyone has someone in their life who does not have a degree in teaching, but still manages to teach them something, or at least make them think beyond their comfort levels. More often than not this person is both hated and respected. My teacher makes me so uncomfortable to the point where I want to walk away and never see him again. But out of respect and caring what he thinks of me as a person, I don't. I detest how he can make feel. How next to him I feel like the most insignificant person ever. But, I look forward to conversations with him and I'm constantly trying to prove my worth to him. At the same time I don't want to appear stupid, questions are never out of line. Of course, all these conversations are online and our relationship is bare minimum face to face. He makes me look at myself not through myself and question things I do, he forces me to think things through and over all relax. I can't help but respect him because he's teaching me about life. As much as I hate the uncomfortable questions, I love talking to him, and respect the progress I've made because of him. He influences my writing, giving me tips on how to improve. As an aspiring writer, this makes above everything else. Especially when his tips work and a piece comes out better than I could ever have expected. But still, you have to wonder why life through them into your path and why they become so important to you.

Theyre still the most intensely frustrating individuals.

Every day that passes I feel further and further from home. How can I sit in this chair and use this keyboard look at the wall paper that's been here for nearly 17 years and feel like I don't belong. I've never felt emptier than when I'm trapped here. This place is eating my soul. It's killing me.

nerrrrrrggggg... *curls up in fetal position and poofs out of existance* i hate everything.