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Nicholas Fogle Jun 2015
I always like working with my hands.
Since I was young building with legos.
Taking apart action figures and toys
that's where I found my joys.
Now I make robots,
take apart machinery.
My robots team has me on delivery.
I learn, I teach, I am alive.
This is my life and I live it.
Robotics
Victoria Garcia May 2015
We crossed paths
I crossed a line
You crossed me off your list   
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We crossed paths
I crossed a line
You crossed me off your list
broken little dream
you sit at the edge of a bath or a sink
you think the world it deadly that you find it to hard to breath
yes death is easy
and life is the hard part
But your skin should never be torn apart
yes death douse sadden us
We cant have love without pain
But you wont hear the words that i say
i cant make you stop it
i cant make you stay
but that razor that you hold
is a permanent solution
to a problem that will go away
So to put these words gently
Broken little dream,
You must chose to live
because a life without you is not worth living
Danielle Lilia Jul 2014
If
God existed,
Why'd he make me?

I must be worth something.
If I get to live.

He knows what I did.
He knows what I do.

And I'm sure He knows that someday,
I'll do great things too.

He chose me of all the angels above.
And so this is what makes me special.
We exist. We have the gift of being here. The gift of being able to think, to love and to hurt. All these are gifts. God chose us to live because He knows that one day, any day, you'll change someone's life.
Daylight 4U2C May 2014
I chose this path
No, no one else did just me
No one else did
So why do I want to blame it on them
I told myself I wouldn't cry
I told myself I shouldn't lie
I told myself these but, I do this anyway
I like to break the boundaries
Skipping stones across a forbidden lake
But I wouldn't listen to myself when I said stop
I grasped my memories; nothing else then I stormed out that door
I want you to believe it was your fault
I wanted you to hate yourself for it
To come to me before I left this door or....
at least to regret it all
But, I couldn't even be honest with myself until it was over.
I wanted so bad
To have some way of knowing you weren't just going to forget
forget about me
But I lied to myself we were never a "we"
It took me forever to realize
You didn't even care
much less remember me
So I take my memories, my blames, tears,and lies and will disappear before your very eyes.

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