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Down.
Down. That's his life.
Down. That's her story.
Down. That's the one word that describes it.
Down.
Not up. Hopes are low.
Down.
Not to the very bottom.
Oh, no. Not there.
Just a little bit
Like a centimeter
From the hole.
Not just any hole.
A black hole.
A dark, black hole that goes...
Down.
It all goes back to
Down.
The only direction is
Down.
He can't escape from this terror of going
Down.
She can't sleep at night from the fear of falling
Down.
But the thing is
They don't know it yet
They're already doing it.
Is there a cure?
Is
there anything that can put an end to this constant suffering?
Yes.
A tiny glint of hope
An opening in this pit of sorrow
How do we go
Up?
One thing can do it.
And that's called
Thinking.
Yes, thinking.
Thinking before we speak.
Before we do.
Before we put someone else in an undeniably horrid position.
Open your mind and
Think.
Because whatever you say
Could be the domino
The first one to go down
It knocks down the next one.
And the next one.
And the next one.
There is no way to stop it.
Until at some point
Everything will be spilled over.
That one word
One phrase
One idea
Ruined someone's world.
Just think.
You could save a day.
A dream.
A life.
And then
One beautiful day
No one will be going, falling, tripping
Down
Anymore.
Stop bullying.
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Okay. Well, um...I'm not actually exactly really quite sure why I put that out there. I wrote it one day...it was just supposed to be private, you know? Just some silly diary entry or whatever...but then I showed it to my friend and she told me to "put it out there," so...I did. I posted it on my Wattpad account, and then my mom wanted me to enter it in a contest because she thought it could help reinforce the fact that bullying needs to be stopped. So...then I posted it here. On the website of my absolute favorite magazine ever. Um...so...I'm not actually sure if there are any poetry contests going on, but I didn't know where to submit it, so here it is. I'm not sure what will happen now. Just saying - this poem came from my mind on the spot, and it hasn't been edited, so it's not perfect or anything. But...here.
submitted by Nora the Singer
(May 15, 2014 - 6:46 pm)
(May 15, 2014 - 6:46 pm)
I loved what you wrote! Absolutely amazing! I don't really have any words to describe it actually... I think everyone already said them ;)
And Maeve is a cool name! I looked it up and it means something like "cause of great joy". Well, you are, since you're a great person in or out of the CB. Also, high-five because we share not-so-common names. (My real name is Kyra if you didn't know so meep. Yeah, I tend to say meep I don't really know...)
(May 18, 2014 - 5:46 pm)
Oh my gosh! I finally come back to this thread to see this. Thank you so so so much, Moss! =) Kyra is a gorgeous name!
(February 18, 2015 - 8:58 pm)
Oh gosh, that nearly made me cry. Thank you for crafting something so beautiful, Nora.
(May 18, 2014 - 6:58 pm)
I know this is super late but I just saw this. Thank YOU so much for taking the time to read my work! I'm so glad you liked it! =)
(February 18, 2015 - 8:59 pm)