Remy

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Email: remywells@mevsd.net

About Me: 1. I love to read 2. I love to write. 3. I love learning. 4. I love animals, my favorite being a lion. 5. I live with my brother in law, sister, and wonderful niece.

Quote: "Fall in love or fall in hate. Get inspired or be depressed. Ace a test or flunk a class. Make babies or make art. Speak the truth or lie and cheat. Dance on tables or sit in the corner. Life is divine chaos. Embrace it. Forgive yourself. . And enjoy the ride."

Writer: My favorite writer is Kalayna Price

Other Thing: I am very shy, but when I do talk people either see me as someone super nice or a little crazy.

Poem: "Poems hide in the unmarked graves with shriveling corpses lying inside."

One Pager: Alone, all alone. I am alone in a world filled with people. Alone because people do not see what is hidden beneath their view. Alone, because my thoughts are my own and no one believes the truth I tell. Alone, because for the first time in my life I do not get to come home to a warm smile, a nice bed, and do not get to do it all over again in the morning. Alone, because the truth that I seek is just ahead of me but also out of reach. Alone, because in the whole world I am the only one fighting back. Alone, because my father left me. Alone, because he died fighting my battle. Alone, because the world is against me. Alone, because the world doesn't care. Alone, all alone, all I feel around me is emptiness. Alone, because the world is decaying beneath my feet. Alone, because the world is already dead and all I am is just a hopeless memory of the human fight for survival. I don't really understand what is going on. I remember falling asleep, but I don't remember ending up here. The screams still flash threw my head. Just like they did before the crash. I remember seeing a scared little girl in my memory, but I do not remember if it was my own face looking back at me or that of that of a random child. I do not wish to remember the terror written plainly on everyone's face. I do not wish to remember the screams of those around me struggling to find a way out. I do not wish to remember the eyes of the two passenger that took the last parachutes away from all the rest. O do not wish to remember being pulled from the wreckage as if it was a child. I do not wish to remember the faces of the dead all around me. I do not wish to remember the plane, or the crash. Mostly I do not wish to remember the fact that there were only three survivors, and I was one of them. = =

Poem: The Lake by Edgar Allen Poe n spring of youth it was my lot To haunt of the wide world a spot The which I could not love the less-- So lovely was the loneliness Of a wild lake, with black rock bound, And the tall pines that towered around.

But when the Night had thrown her pall Upon that spot, as upon all, And the mystic wind went by Murmuring in melody-- Then--ah then I would awake To the terror of the lone lake.

Yet that terror was not fright , But a tremulous delight-- A feeling not the jewelled mine Could teach or bribe me to define-- Nor Love--although the Love were thine.

Death was in that poisonous wave, And in its gulf a fitting grave For him who thence could solace bring To his lone imagining-- Whose solitary soul could make An Eden of that dim lake.