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They were on their way to go ride horses when a hat flew out of the car. Zach,being the rebel that he was...put the car in reverse to go back for the hat...to make a long story short,an 18-wheeler ran over the top of the convertible and now two 18 year olds(Joel Swinford & Zach Livingston), a 17 year old(Stephanie Baker), and her 14 year old sister(Lyndsey Baker) are dead. I have grown up and shared many memories with these people...they were always there whenever I needed them. The week before spring break, they were there to comfort me, and to wipe away my tears with their encouraging words.They told me that my dad would make it out of the hospital okay...and he did, but the next week during our spring break,they all passed away. If you are reading this... please remember that driving is a privilege,and should not be taken for granted...Please...PLEASE think....and be safe while driving.

14 year old freshman
books in hand and goals in mind
new and seen as freshmeat
in the highschool of mine
focused little freshman
plans for the future and a promising life
looked upon as freshmeat willing to be tricked
for a good time
fragile freshman turns 15
and head over hills for the sophomore she loves
now known as freaky freshmeat
easily influenced
pushed
and shoved
fed up freshman
thinks back and often regrets
that she was chosen to be the foolish freshmeat
only "LOVED" because of a bet

broken book bound by tape
keeping written thoughts together
outdated lines from the past
inspired by earlier times with lost lovers
become rediscovered as fingers go frolicking through discolored pages
in the
broken book bound by tape
experiences retold
while memories unfold
the blankets of time
wrapping souls in every warm
soothing
line
that the power of bondage kept together
for the name of poetry
all in the sake
of the
broken book bound by tape

my mind is my voice
my pen my song
paper my audience
my crowd
they sleep
so I scream
to awaken them to the song I sing
I sing
I sing and they rise and pay attention
with listening ears
to breathe and come alive
yelling and angry
weary and crying
laughing and merry
whispering and shy
joining in on the song I sing
I sing
humming along tunes
the crowd catches on
they sing
we sing
I sing my song
the mind is the voice
the pen the song
paper the audience that comes to hear me
to feel what I feel
to dream what I dream
not judging whats seen
not fearing whats believed
but knowing
and understanding what ties us all together
the harmony in the song called poetry
in the melody that we sing

some mysterious
yet positive force forms a bond
leading two to greet
drawing them together
inviting two pasts to meet
they long to pull nearer
but still they push away
is it the fear of getting too close that makes them so afraid
afraid of the present getting deeper
eventually drowning them in an ocean of a future
and the mountains of their pasts growing steeper
forcing them to take forms of volcanoes
eventually making explosions occur with their mouths
erupting words of LOVE
and HATE
but more so REGRET
for just making the mistake
of confusing positive and negative
causing a collision between two people
both so different
yet bonded so much
causing them to crash
like in the past
into a relationship with not enough trust
and way too much lust
to keep them gong strong
but through the blood
sweat
and tears of their minds
they find enough courage to say that they were wrong
and enough self control for the present
to JUST
BE
FRIENDS