I don't know why he makes her cry. He lies and cheats and passes here by, but still she tries to reserve what they have, a few years, a few tears. No one knows why, why she goes back even though he does the things he does. But she says "It's all love," but love doesn't hurt you.
You told me a lie, that made me cry, you treated me bad, now I am sad. I though it would all be okay, until today. You did things with her that led to more; I just can't take it anymore. You're selfish and mean you make me want to scream! I wish this was just a bad dream. Farewell for now my friend, maybe someday we will meet again. But just remember you won't have me ever again. I drive on the highway a snake ate my car. I run in a cave and hide for I fear to die. I come out and there is a rabbit eating a snake. I get a ride from a flying slug. I land at Pluto and I go crazy. I take a gun and eat it and blowout my brains with a banana. I had the magic so didn't die. I get mad and scream and ah ski, ski, ski, ski, ski, oh a ski, ski, ski ski, oh why? Why? This is my poem; I really don't know what to say. So I guess I will talk all about my day. I woke up this morning about a quarter after six, wash my face, brush my teeth and through on my kicks also I was hungry so ate frosty flakes. I see Tony the tiger on the box saying their greeeeat. Now I'm all done so I ran out the door. Cry, I cry when no one is looking, I cry when I'm alone, I cry when I'm sad. Red is the color I feel right now. I'm angry with the world. The way things have to be but mostly with myself. This red inside of me is like a fire that feed put unwillingly. I see red all around me too many people are angry then me hurting one another, hurting themselves. Red is the way I see things for now anyways. That would be more of the thing I need now a day too. It's as red as fire with no conflict like the warmth we're use to I wish I could see the world the way a lot more people do. I go home. I go home to eat some food. While I watch TV. After watching the TV. and eating. I practice my trumpet then talk with my sister and watch more TV. After too much of TV. I go to bed. This is what I do when I go home. My dad, my dad is my support, my dad is my defense, whenever I'm around him he leave me no suspense. My dad is really funny. He always makes me laugh, Although some of his jokes are corny, I always always laugh. He is a great supporter, I'm glad that he is mine, I wouldn't settle for anyone else, this one does just fine. McDonald's, BK, Hot'n'Now, All have cheap cheese burgers, Dominoes, lil Caesars, Pizza Hut all have that deep dish KFC and Munchies, you say how can chicken taste so good. But none of these places is the place for me if you want food go to your grand mama's house. Baby, what if today was forever. What if there were no more I love you's. Kisses. Long walks or goodbyes. What if this was it? Would you regret the things not said? Would you regret our time spent together? Would you even care? But today is not forever. For forever never ends, so don't wait till forever to say the things unsaid. Sometimes it's easier to just. School is a drag I hate everything about it. The classes, The teachers. The people even lunch is a drag. School is a waste of time and tax dollars. I wouldn't mind not having to go to school. Whoever invented school should rot in hell!! Or better yet a classroom. School is a place where parents send their kids to get rid of them for 7 hours of the day. Why would anyone come up with this idea? They must have really hated their kids. They trick you by saying school's fun but by the end of elementary school you have to start doing work, hard stuff. I loved school up until the first grade. I sit here in class today counting the minutes until it's time to go home. I don't really want to go home today because I don't want to feel the pain that floats around the house like a leaf that floats on the water. Feeling like there's nothing I can do to help the situation. At times when we look back to the good times, it feels the pain has gone away until you open your eyes then it's like opening a door and a gust of cold wind hits you but instead of cold wind its pain. I know in time God will ease the pain we feel out until then we just stick together Today he was in pain. He slept in and woke up dreading where he was about to go. His mom drove him there and within the hour they came back home. He was in pain. Calling me at lunch barely able to talk. He sits at home lonely and sad. He can't go to work and he can't drive around. He calls me again and comes over so I can try to comfort him. The pain he tells me, is not as bad as he expected. He is starting to feel better now. It's all for the best I tell him. Everything will get better, I tell him as we both know the worst is yet to come. He went to the dentist and got a tooth pulled. Soon he will get braces!! "The pain" he says "Oh the pain. " I'm glad it's Friday and the very last class of the week. So when I go home I can lie down and sleep. But Monday will come way too fast because the weekends never do last. I will hang out with my friends, go the movies and the mall, it's a whole lot better than dong nothing at all. Monday will come another week of school learning and studying and doing homework that's not cool. But parts of school are okay, the part where work isn't involved I was born American and I will die an American I'm a citizen first but second a soldier. For this nation, I sworn to defend her the day will come when I'm off to war they say we fight for the weak and the poor. Walter Conklin The love of my life is the sweetest. The love of my life is the cutest. The love of my life is the most realists. The love of my life gives me the healin! The love of my life is like the cards I be dealing. I have a great hand, so that's why he's my man. His love is like the feeling you get in a dance. My love and I are very best friends. And we will be till the very, very end. Today started out pretty average. I woke up did what I had to do. First hour was a total bore as usual. then second hour was pretty awesome dance class! I love it. I can show my true feelings in my movement then lunch. It was awesome (even tho I had no food) I was with the person I care for and it was great. His smile is so perfect. Then came biology. Bore number 2 right there (need I say more?) and now I'm here writing about absolutely nothing. But it's fun so its all good. Tonight there as a basketball game we play at East Lansing everyone knows Everett will win because East Lansing hasn't won a single game.PURITY
Purity to me is the ability to wear white
at my wedding.
Able to share that first experience when
the love of your life at your honeymoon
free from babies, diseases and stress.
The ability to feel good about yourself
and the decisions you've made.
You will know if the boy you are with
really love you and if he does he can wait
Being pure has helped my parents to trust
Me.
That is why I choose to be pure.
Inside my head are the thought of
what used to be
Inside my head are the thoughts
of a lost one.
Inside my head are the cries of
my body screaming out to you for comfort
Inside my head is all
my homework assignments I forgot to do.
Inside my head are the names
of the ones I love.
Inside my head I feel pain
and sorrow but I show no sign of it in
my face.
Inside my head is pain of
the divorce and my depression
Inside my head is the name
of the boy I love.
Basket ball is a tuff sport. You get stepped, on scrap't, bruised, things get broken or sprung. The think about basket ball is u get to shoot you get to run knock people down when the referees are not looking and some times the game can be fun when you are winning.
UNTITLEDYou don't always speak with words, and sometimes that's good. A lot of the time your eyes do the talking and you want so badly for your lips to move. I know you're more outgoing than you appear to be and sometimes I wish you would just let yourself go
MY HOUSEIn my house there is only my mama and I
In my house there is screaming
In my house there is us trying to live.
There are 7 rooms inside my house.
There is a blanket for a curtain inside my room.
I yearn for a time long since past
a simpler time when people cared to meet people.
a time where there not these jungles to conceive,
but vast jungles of trees and animals.
A time where there were no vast population of people
but rather small villages.
A time where you could not buy supplies, but
you had to hunt them down yourself.
The grand times where there were no electronics or cyber mail technology.
There are names that I never heard of and some I did. I really don't understand why do people get called names. There are hoes, bitches, slut, etc. It's not fair to the people that they are calling these things. But no one deserves that type of treatment. So why do people call people names. Is it because they are what they call other people or is it because people are those things. I hate it when people call people names. Nobody was born with those names people call them so why do people call other people names
7 MINUTE POEMA poem about me. William Walter Knight III. A native of Germany and Virginia,
New Orleans, Texas, Georgia and Korea. I am a boy who knows his past, present
and awaits
his future. I am a boy who knows culture and loves to help people, but also
have a good time. Play basketball and run with my friends. A 7 minute poem
for a 15 year old person can't get it all.
What can I write about for 7 minutes? Would it be on love or pain, happiness or rage but I would just want to write about, how I am feeling today. As usually I wake up not wanting to go to school, I get here and like the same routine. It gets good for the first part. Then, it starts to get boring and I then have a lot of work to do but, I hope that will change hopefully I would be happy and accomplish my goal, hopefully, I won't have to get on William and his Desert Storm Shirt and his beetle shell shoes, or I won't have to get on Wayne and his fake shirts and his grand am jeans. Hopefully I'll go w
7 MINUTE POEMI'm bored, I hate school, I'm tired, I wanna go home and get away from this hell. I feel shitty today I didn't want to come to school, but my mom said I had to. I want the weather to get clearer I like the rain but it's too muddy outside and I can't go out. I want it to be cold. That way I can go outside and walk around to get away from the hell hole in which I live
UNTITLEDMy love for you is too deep to measure
Love unspoken
Body heat hits dangerously hot
When you touch me.
I start to shake as you walk toward me.
Your smile is my guide through the day
My love is always shared when
You and I are together
Love forever more is what you said
To me
Love unspoken Love to deep to measure
It is bumpy in my mouth like the mountains in the Sahara. It tastes like lots of different food, tasty food. It is half dark, half light in my mouth. Inside my mouth there are white straight no teeth with cavities. Inside my mouth there are nails from my biting my nails.
MY MOMMy mom who tells me to be nice
Who teaches me about life
Who is always there to listen
Who is always by my side
She never laughs at what I say
She never tells me it's stupid
Where is the dirty south?
Where is the skeet, skeet of
The windows and the walls
Of the Holiday Inn.
Who is the "Stupid Dentist living
In the dirty south
That fills all the cavities of your teeth
With platinum and sliver.
You will never eva eva eva know
How to say Air Force Ones the
Right way. What do you like
So much about the west side?
How do you spell badunkadunkdunk
When will fat Albert ever lose weight?
Move . . . please and go clean
Up the dirty south.
My mother is my father and everything between. She is in all the memories a father should have. I can tell he really hurt her from the look upon her face and the scars of untold surgeries that will one take his place.
My mother is my father what more could I need
She has run the race for dignity and she takes the lead
Yeah sure we don't have money or a big expensive house
But I have the kind of parents I just can't be
My mother is my father because my father
And we are better off with out him, alcoholic face of fear
I admit sometimes I miss him, the idea of him at least
So I look up at my mother in eyes abonty
My mother is my father and I am not afraid to say
That I really truly love her in a daughter sort of way
I know you will never hear this because I will never tell
But inside this callused heart of mine there are 3 words I spell.
When I'm with you, I am alone. We used to be so close we used to be best friends something happened I'm not sure what but I am alone. I am alone all the time, I like the way it used to be when we were younger not much but we were more naive maybe it was me. It has to be I know I'm good at messing up things. Do you see it too the distance that has grown we are getting older and I know that things change why can't friendship stay the same. Sometimes I feel it us being friends lots of times is silent it is screaming so loud. I can't be the only one to hear it.
UNTITLEDWe only went out for a week. Get over it. Yeah maybe I was your first serious girlfriend, but you have to realize that break up sucks. Trust me I know. Ok Life sucks. Deal with it. Cry me a Dang river then build me a bridge and get over it. Take a hit and move on with your life. Grow up and learn to not hold grudges over one break up. ONE SORRY week. It's not that deep. You act as if we were together for years and I lied to you all along and that all I can do. Snaps for me.
I'VE NEVER SEENI've never seen the real you . . . you always seem to hide behind those dark clothes. I know there's a better person in you. I've never seen what's inside your head, but you always tell me in mixed up words. I've never seen your visions of suicide but I know they're there. I wish you would open up and show me you. But you are clammed up in a world of depression. I want to pull you out and dust you off, but I don't know if I should because I've never seen the real you
I fish all the time in the spring and summer and sometimes fall. Usually, well most of the time it's my dad and I We catch all kinds of fish blue gills, catfish, bass, salmon, steel head and other. There are lots of others. We fish at Moon's Park, most of the time. I've fished in New York Petoskey, and Moses lake. Every year my family and I go to the Lunker Derby. It's a fishing contest. We don't usually fish in that area so we don't win but we always go. My dad won 6th place before MY MUSICI play several instruments
and I'm really good too.
I can play the flute
I can play the piano
I can even play some blues
My music is important to me.
I can play bass guitar, piccolo
And more.
I work hard to be as good as
I am.
But no one seems to care.
I am 1st chair, I got a hurray
And nothing more.
I play my music to take away all my worries.
No one understands me and my
Music.
They don't understand cause they
Don't listen.
And that's where I don't care
My music is my life not theirs.
Volleyball the bump, set spike boom we win the game.
Softball the home run I hit to tie the game at the bottom of the 9th.
Basketball to score the winning point at the buzzer
Hocky to stop the other team dead in their tracks and become champs.
Soccer to fake the goalie and win football blue 40 red 41 Hik had scored
a field goal
9 youngins suttered a lite. 1st hour.
9 youngins had to pay a price
9 youngins were killed but never healed.
9 youngins fought and got caught
9 youngins died because the girls lied.
They were called the Scottsboro boys
I dye my hair many different
colors, what is the real color?
What is my favorite? I had
my natural brown for 13 years,
then I changed it, Is it because
I changed? I feel I change
a lot and so does my hair.
Is it the red? Or Blue today.
Is it faded and purple
or just blond. What color
will My hair be tomorrow?
Certainly not the same as it
is today.
The world has fallen like raw leaves in autumn. I hope you caught one its for the pupils of the new school its chicken noodles its rice and beans a nice crusine how you like steamed or broiled crab it like so I'll hold it next to you.
He is my love.A lot of people don't
think it is true. Little do they
know it is.
I don't care what they say
anyways.
Love is between two people
not the whole world.
He makes me smile and laugh
Everytime I see him I
Get goose bumps.
My heart beats fast and I
Know I have to touch him.
My mom doesn't know.
Don't kno who
or what I'm doing.
I'm not sure if
I should.
I don't think
I am ready.
Would she get mad,
angry, or sad
would she be disappointed?
Would she approve?
Does she know whats
going on
Does she even have
a clue?
How should I tell her?
When should I tell her?
I am I going to tell her?
Should I tell her?
Why should I tell her?
Where I am going to tell her?
Does she need to know
Or should I not even
tell her?
Should I tell her now or later
Who will she tell?
Why should I?
Am I?
Ya I think I'll tell
Her tomorrow.
My life is very complicated now. I don't know what to do. I think about my life every smile day. I'm 14 years old and I'm stressed daily. I think I would be much better if I didn't talk to my new boyfriend anymore. He feels my day but he also hurts me at the same time. I'm worried about passing on to the 10th grade. All of my grads are good except one. It's a D in my math class. I love math but, it can be hard at times. I was suspended for a while so that kind of messed up my credits.
THE GIRL INSIDEPeople laugh at the girl on the outside
giving no thought to the pain they cause inside.
Her pain is like a knife, slowly carving away slices of her being
on weekends there is no pain
only numbness.
Yet when she goes back to school
the wound is opened yet again.
She is said to have everything.
But does she?
She wants friends,
but her only friend is a razor blade.
the blade that washes the pain away
the pain away with blood
Sometimes when men get jealous they don't tell you. They keep it inside and let the pain hide. When men go to jail they think they're hard core and don't think about it. But when they actually there they really put some thought about it. I never seen a man cry when their first child is born. They look happy and full of emotions but crying . . . No . . . Never.
When men cry they don't like to be seen. They think it means they are weak but it really means their emotions are strong. When men cry they try to hide or at least try to hide that they want to hid behind something more masculine like anger Fathers often break down at their daughter's graduation . . . when my uncle died I saw my father crying and that made me realize how hurt he was and the crying that he couldn't hide. Men cry at the birth of the first born a daughter. They cry when she is taken away and may die. Men cry when that child's life hangs in the balance. Men cry when that daughter grows up, each day having been a challenge. Men cry when that baby girl so small and fragile grows into a woman strong and beautiful.