If it helps, I live in New Zealand, so its a small country, compared to the minimal amount of students asked to enter. And I'm 14 in two weeks days (man time flys fast!)
I apprecite comments and criticism on what I can do better and which you like overall or parts you like.
Friendship
Friendship can be distant. It can slowly slide from underneath you like a slippery bank just waiting to drag you down with it. It’ll shatter your heart into millions of tiny shards, like broken glass to a mirror that can never really be repaired; it will remain a jigsaw-puzzle for you to look into, for you to wonder: will things ever get better?
Amongst a jungle of your own pain and grief, you suffer, -like vines dangling down- several paths ahead of you to choose from. Which is the right one? And which will lead you into unexpected territory just to tear you apart further?
The weight is all on your shoulders; you’re at wits end, blame, denial, regret, blended into one to make the most dreadful smoothie imaginable. This isn’t the type you want to slurp carelessly from a straw; it’s not the sweet ice-cream smoothies you get from the store. No, instead it’s sour, unwilling, stubborn and drenched in depression.
As rain pours down, you feel fate slowly draining from your body. All hope is lost. Tears are washed away in a river of sorrow as you begin to surrender. It is time for you to give in, give up and break down. To let predator stalk prey.
Right when you think things can’t get any worse, the weather turns bleaker still. Thunder crashes into lightning, the collision heard miles away; the effect disastrous. People shiver, people shudder, people murmur, people mutter. Revenge fills the air. The ‘bulldozers’ loud rumbling steers towards you…
It’s your choice now. It’s all up to you. What will you do? Which path will be chosen?
Suddenly, a light is seen at the end of the tunnel: a break through in the rubble. Things turn from murky to a startlingly clear. Progress, but not after hard work to get there; you sat and awaited your chances. Resulting successfully.
Friendship can be distant. It can slowly slide from underneath you like a slippery bank just waiting to drag you down with it, yet the bank holds, barely sturdy enough to keep your weight. It can go two ways: up, or down.
Improvement isn’t improvement if you don’t move forwards or onwards in advance.
Life
When life lets you down, drags you under and you feel you no longer have the will to live, some spark of hope, no matter how big or small, comes along and picks you right back on your feet.
As things begin to restore themselves, you come to your senses and realise life goes on without your consent: the sun still has to set, the moon still to rise.
The dull flicker seen in your eyes is like a star no longer wishing to shine, like a house no longer willing to support it’s beams.
You soon find yourself beginning to question everything in your life. (Why take the chance and risk what you have? It only ruins what you had.) Most of the time, your questions return unanswered, leaving your pride battered and bruised.
You carry not only your worries and troubles, but the ones dearest to you. What tears they shed, you share. What pain they release, you inhale. What light they shine, shines in you.
Life is what it is and things may stand in your way. It’s just a matter of finding a way around them. Through dark times we all need a shoulder to steady ourselves on, to pick up the courage to move on and get over that great big obstacle in our course.
Sometimes I wonder, where does life begin and where does it end? For it isn’t just a matter of ‘which came first, the chicken or the egg.’ Life doesn’t begin when you are born, nor does it end when you die. Everything you are surrounded by lives on, not only in breath and flesh, but in soul.
No, it isn’t this simple. Life isn’t this simple.
Love
When love savagely rips your heart into shreds and all that’s left is a tattered and bloody mess, you finally realise what you’ve lost.
Bewildered and tired of falling just to be torn apart by the next guy that comes along, things piece together in your mind. It was right in front of you all along; you just chose not to see it, not to believe it, for fear of losing him. Blind to what you didn’t want to believe.
The path ahead is blurred, you can’t see into the future.
What were you thinking? You knew all along this would happen, that he was too good for you, too good to be true.
His eyes melted a path into your heart, which was ripped from your body.
His charm had you wrapped around his finger, all too eagerly. You would have done anything for him. And once upon a time he would have done the same for you.
Now, everything is different. Although your heart is shattered, your mind will still go on believing you love him, while it is clear he thinks otherwise. We all have to let go at some point, whether we are ready to or not.
A broken heart takes time to heal. You’ll not go running to anyone else, you’ve made a promise to yourself that next time you won’t get too attached ‘cause it only ends in grief.
You thought you misread his intentions when he told you ‘it would be easier if we were just mates. For now.’ You have come this far already, too late to turn back now. By willing yourself to be strong and to get over him, you think things are beginning to improve, until it all collapses on top of you and reality sinks in.
You feel like no good ever comes out of love, for it always ends in tears : you’ve been crying yourself to tears, sulking your way through school and grieving home time, but other than that, you’re managing. By about a thread and a half.
“What you think and what you know are two different things. What you think could be wrong but what you know is always right.” You know you love him and still will no matter what happens. You’ll be there for him, waiting, in case he changes his mind and realises what a mistake he has made; because you don’t have the heart to move on.
The trouble you go through to keep him, all the while is killing you inside. Over and over like a tape rewinding and replaying to discourage you and drag you down even more. You fight, you make up, everything is O.K for a while until he brings it all back to the start again. Why do you bother when he makes you feel like rubbish, apologizes then fires it all back up? The amount of times he’s hurt you and you’ve forgiven him is more than you should. Yet, deep down you can’t stop loving him.
How could you not have saw this coming?
You knew it would have had to happen sooner or later. You were just hoping that it’d be later. After-all, who are we to think we can prevent the unpreventable?
And pieces I like in particular, or quote thingy's I've made up
•A rose will eventually lose it's petals like a tadpole will grow out of it's tail. [not finished]
•Friendship is what it is and things may stand in your way. It is just a matter of finding a way around them.
•Nothing ever lasts. Who are we to think we can prevent the unpreventable? Whether we will it to or not, life carries on without our consent; the sun still has to set, the moon still to rise, meanwhile the world keeps spinning around.
•You carry not only your worries and troubles, but the ones dearest to you. What tears they shed, you share. What pain they release, you inhale. What light they shine, shines in you.
