You have walked a path all your life.

It’s been twisted and rugged and likly filled with strife.

But if someone were to hand you a knife,

What would you do?

Would you use it to cut your own bonds?

Or the bonds of those you care for?

What about the others?

Those who bulied and beat and threw you to the floor?

Would you have the heart to free them too?

Even after all they had done to you?

Or would you leave them to suffer the way you had.

While the onlookers laugh at those who used to be comrades?

You will come across many decisions in your life.

And they might not be so black and white,

Clearly showing the difference in wrong and right.

But you still have to make a choice.

You have the power to change things,

no matter how young or old you may be.

You must only remember

“You can be anything you work to achieve.”

We are in trying times I know.

But when you’re the shortest in the group it means you’ve more space to grow!

Hold true to your beliefs.

But respect the beliefs of others.

Treat others how you wish to be treated.

And remember that anyone can change for the better.

Find the things that connect you to others rather than that which seperates you.

Together you are ONE.

ONE Human Race.

And You WILL Get Through This.

It will only take time. :)

I already know I have a problem,

But they tell me I just haven't tried.

Even as these buds begin to blossom,

Again and again I'm still denied.

Denied the ablity to reach out.

To gain some assistance,

To brush away the doubt.

Denied the restiance

That which binds me here.

While I hear laughter in the distance

It only serves to bring me to tears.

Denied understanding

And all that could lend me their ear.

For it's merely a childs misbranding

Of the issues I've come to deal in here.

So now here I lie,

In this maze of my mind.

Thinking 'I could just die.'

But if I did that how would I ever find

That the grass was greener on the other side?

Just a thing,

Even if small.

It may be a fling,

Or it may stand tall.

This page is for you,

The reader to use.

Give me prompts to think through,

Or words to abuse.

Your words are my fuel,

As I go through this day.

As I sit through highschool,

Hoping you'll stay.

These are my words!

I'll shout out loud.

They may sound nothing like bluebirds...

But still I am proud.

There once was a night,

Where many had met.

Covered by twilight,

Where mortals had once bet.

This night was one of peace,

No matter what color the moon shone.

A night not even my niece,

Had ever truly known.

A night of drinking,

A night of song.

A night where for once,

Nothing, had gone wrong.

This was a night,

That no mortal saw.

This was the night,

Of our Blood-moon Ball.

A case was reported on a flight.

That's what they said,

Screaming through the night.

I wish it was all in my head.

Cause everything's not quite alright.

Everyone's hysterical.

During this frightening event.

And now, the silence is almost whimsical,

As they struggle to prevent.

A mass panic, in which is almost eminent.

- A Penguin Without Fear

Never forget, thatis what's inscribed

A day that was so very hard to describe.

A day of greif and loss for many in our town,

A night were more than rain came down.

For me it was more,

A goal to shoot for.

If only they hard just a little more time,

They may still be living a life, similar to mine.

So today the rubble still remains,

In a land full of gray.

As I lie here thinking till I float away.

I was mad at the world,

For their lack of sincerity.

Mad at the government,

For all of their complacincy.

Mad at my city,

For not thinking things through.

Mad at myself,

For reasons nobody knew.

I was mad for being too young.

And knowing, understanding all their pain.

But my teachers just couldn't be blunt,

So all my efforts where in vain.

So that day is forever ingraved,

In the streets, in the bays.

A day where I was merely six years old,

But knew more than what I was being told.

Now when I look back,

I knew what was coming.

Maybe if I used more tact?

Would they have stopped humming,

Ignoring my warnings,

As if they were nothing?

There are things you can not change.

Some things you wish to fix,

Some awareness you wish to raise.

All I have for you is this-

Our society is based not on your knowledge, but on your ignorance.

"Ignorance is bliss" they say...Well they aren't entirly wrong. Sometimes it hurts to be the enlightened one, the weight of the knowledge pushing down on you like a foot on a bug.

But screw everyone else. I'm okay with holding the burden for now. If my knowledge saves someone eventually, then it will all have been worth it. The Names, The Taunts, The Fights. Nothing will stop my pursuit of knowledge.

- A penguin, A victim of the world of darkness

What's in the word?

War.

World Anger without Retribution.

No matter how many fights you get into, is there any point to it all?

You'd be so much better off learning from them instead of screaming in their face.

Sure, they have issues too...But everyone is flawed.

Try to see another point of view.

For the arts hold no boundries, and our only borders are our Understanding.