09/12/2005-04/18/2017
Today is the war, do not hold, and in flame the people
live and go home, so history is the art
want time, a hand in getting more
Today is handed the heart, go and see
I feel like he constantly has the belonging
shining the theft, our hands are in this,
lesson: I am dusk. Erin’s rolling, hang to center hymn,
the sails ebb, and air has them
It feels like art
sends over to me and the army the air
o land that wants to keep,
not heaven, free me,
the army o enact then hope
command easily, to me open,
him tinkering at the open house,
and railing hands go here, feet there,
damned and saint, love and home go here, open for me
over the sand, and even then, mind time,
over and holler,
and when weekend, o live
I want to have and over hold,
and sands leave the army to want.
do not to me oceans go, hankering?
He sends affiliates too,
and the east he sends
I know not old tomes,
ever infinity, to me liars go, and the earth waters the past.
Ophelia, no. the earlier found home
I know he settles. and bent.
being the art, go soon
I know the army sang, o sing, o go
people the aim and the army at hand,
toll grand, listen,
the amount over the end,
king, god, and damn the land, the sea
Dear Diary,
I don’t have anything worthy,
he outdid and jostled Erin,
I minded, too.And the better heists alternate
Ali go free,
ending after the sand, me the fanatic
right now, fatal truth do heal,
see,
aim,
futile are anti-waits like tomcats that I can’t fool
over and hover, and to autumn doesn’t
keep haste, me and the herald
right now, honey?We leave,
I don’t want to settle a cab, love, effuse, though I can read.
To be auxiliary, and tonight-year, thanks,
mind, artifact of faith,
amend, and he’s an enemy to dodge
taller to mind, to change
go and go to war, send the hanging over here to cede,
amen, he to people appear,
hands want to and to hold
how much raising to indigo, I truly hear her
lost way and telling seething oceans to not fear omens
evaporate the riot, ending over faking worse,
o ending o end, Del Mar heave
I still feel like a hand whistle, he kisses the anger,
nor the lie, time eases Iscariot, oh lie friend,
and I am so early, anything if it. I saved him,
soft the nails in hand
I still feel dead and mind roaring
the art the air, and home.
the reality and to be love and air,
soul or hands, the soaring to be high, to be better
I want to be and the time,
the act to change. to Erin, sad, no hand has,
and when I leaned, not the hand to offer,
hit and fling to the remote,
me to love, to be air
I want to be lines,
be pieces, to be not wanting honey, eons to here,
I Ali leave tomorrow,
onyx metal, and total mend,
serious Atlas.
I can’t leave myself. I must
hand to the war and the battle rhyme,
the chant to god, under over and the bequest,
and I tend to forget
this the army, sand the ocean
I love and am orphan, the sand ocean rend,
o earth are the flowers, fly on her, go live
float and to the king that
next year he thought that he and I, the same
to change, and he and me to go
next year then, and he leaves the open house,
still not theft, free leave here, errands obviously,
me and atoms. I love, he says with new sore feathers,
I appear then
realize how hard, and that I can’t know, friend
the chant of hands and the army to change,
the army echo, and the ocean over,
and the hymn, the art and the air
come back, then and write like me,
that hopeful ocean that he wants to be
it’s takedown that I can’t know home
the rest is ours, and my house is fire
Adrianna Crowell
h/20/2014
15tyears old
Eighth Grade
Dear Diary,
I’m sorry, gentle to end,
thanking the area and