This is something I just wrote like ten mintues ago, and I didn't edit it very much, so sorry about that. I'm debating whether to go further with this or not, so opinions are great. Anything you have to say is welcome(: Also, if I made any mistakes (i.e. spelling, grammar, punctuation) please tell me so I can correct them, thanks:D
“Finally, Friday.” I thought as my alarm clock woke me up. This week’s almost over, just one more day. I dragged myself out of my warm bed to turn off the loud buzzing noise generated from my alarm and got ready for the day like I always did. I dreaded the coming hours of pain, I hated leaving the house, I hated going to school.
I parked my car, turned off the ignition, and sat there, staring at the dashboard. School was just about the single most painful thing for me, but I had to go in, I had to be brave. I opened the door, stepped out of the car into the icy air, took one step and fell. Great. Ice. I picked myself up and cautiously walked the rest of the way to the building.
I had spent so much time staring at nothing that I only had about two minutes to get my books and hull it over to home room. But I was okay with being rushed these days, free time was the enemy. I made it on time and took my seat by the door. I listened to the principal’s announcements, not really needing to and then the bell rang for first period. I got up quickly before I could overhear anything Taelor and her friends had to say about me.
They were the reason I couldn’t bare to be at school. A few years ago, sometime during freshman year, I used to be best friends with Taelor, Alexa, and Hanna. But then someone spread a rumor saying I had called Taelor a bitch. I didn’t though, she was my best friend. At first, it was only Taelor who hated me, so I would still sit with our group at lunch. But then, Alexa and Hanna turned on me too, so I scooted down a couple of seats during lunch. I remember redoing math homework just to look like I was busy, like I couldn’t hear what they were saying.
“What an asshole!” One of them would say, then everyone else would join in laughing. They would throw their empty pop bottles at me. It was extremely immature, but they thought it was I fitting punishment I guess. Then one day I couldn’t take it anymore, and to this day I eat lunch in the school’s media center.
The morning went by quickly, as it always did. And before I knew it, it was sixth period. Lunch.
Thanks for reading(:
“Finally, Friday.” I thought as my alarm clock woke me up. This week’s almost over, just one more day. I dragged myself out of my warm bed to turn off the loud buzzing noise generated from my alarm and got ready for the day like I always did. I dreaded the coming hours of pain, I hated leaving the house, I hated going to school.
I parked my car, turned off the ignition, and sat there, staring at the dashboard. School was just about the single most painful thing for me, but I had to go in, I had to be brave. I opened the door, stepped out of the car into the icy air, took one step and fell. Great. Ice. I picked myself up and cautiously walked the rest of the way to the building.
I had spent so much time staring at nothing that I only had about two minutes to get my books and hull it over to home room. But I was okay with being rushed these days, free time was the enemy. I made it on time and took my seat by the door. I listened to the principal’s announcements, not really needing to and then the bell rang for first period. I got up quickly before I could overhear anything Taelor and her friends had to say about me.
They were the reason I couldn’t bare to be at school. A few years ago, sometime during freshman year, I used to be best friends with Taelor, Alexa, and Hanna. But then someone spread a rumor saying I had called Taelor a bitch. I didn’t though, she was my best friend. At first, it was only Taelor who hated me, so I would still sit with our group at lunch. But then, Alexa and Hanna turned on me too, so I scooted down a couple of seats during lunch. I remember redoing math homework just to look like I was busy, like I couldn’t hear what they were saying.
“What an asshole!” One of them would say, then everyone else would join in laughing. They would throw their empty pop bottles at me. It was extremely immature, but they thought it was I fitting punishment I guess. Then one day I couldn’t take it anymore, and to this day I eat lunch in the school’s media center.
The morning went by quickly, as it always did. And before I knew it, it was sixth period. Lunch.
Thanks for reading(:
this my poem...I just wrote it randomly...Don't know if it's any good...what do you think?
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If you love him,
Tell him so.
If you love him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Don’t hide away,
Wishing all day,
Don’t hide away,
Just come out and say.
“Yes, I love you,
I’ve told you so.
And if you love me,
Please don’t go.”
“Yes, I love you,
I’ve told you so.
And if you love me,
Please don’t go.”
“Please, please,
Please don’t go.
Please, please.
Please, please don’t go.”
So, if you love him,
Tell him so.
If you love him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
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If you love him,
Tell him so.
If you love him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Don’t hide away,
Wishing all day,
Don’t hide away,
Just come out and say.
“Yes, I love you,
I’ve told you so.
And if you love me,
Please don’t go.”
“Yes, I love you,
I’ve told you so.
And if you love me,
Please don’t go.”
“Please, please,
Please don’t go.
Please, please.
Please, please don’t go.”
So, if you love him,
Tell him so.
If you love him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Little raindrops shiny,silver,
Dropping silently into the river.
A girl sitting quiet,alone,
Her smile is fading,her hope is gone.
It faded really long ago,
That sounds sad,i know.
She quickly wipes away a tear,
It's her secret so no one can hear.
She secretly cries every night,
It's her fate,so she cant fight.
She touches a raindrop and goes back inside,
She is so lost,she's losing her pride.
All she asks for is a friend,
Someone to be there and understand.
So help her to make her dream come true,
There's always something you can do.
Dropping silently into the river.
A girl sitting quiet,alone,
Her smile is fading,her hope is gone.
It faded really long ago,
That sounds sad,i know.
She quickly wipes away a tear,
It's her secret so no one can hear.
She secretly cries every night,
It's her fate,so she cant fight.
She touches a raindrop and goes back inside,
She is so lost,she's losing her pride.
All she asks for is a friend,
Someone to be there and understand.
So help her to make her dream come true,
There's always something you can do.
what I'm writing isn't exactly an article , but I hope you will enjoy it ^_^ ..
Girl; Do I ever cross you'r mind ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do you like me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do you want me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would you cry if I left ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would you live for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would you do anything for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Choose me or you'r life ?
Boy; My life .
The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says ....
*The reason you never cross my mind is because you are always on my mind .
*The reason why I don't like you is because I love you .
*The reason I don't want you is because I need you .
*The reason I wouldn't cry if you left is because I would die if you left .
*The reason I wouldn't live for you is because I would die for you .
*The reason why I'm not willing to do you anything for you is because I would do everything for you .
*The reason I chose my life is because you are my life .
Girl; Do I ever cross you'r mind ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do you like me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do you want me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would you cry if I left ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would you live for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would you do anything for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Choose me or you'r life ?
Boy; My life .
The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says ....
*The reason you never cross my mind is because you are always on my mind .
*The reason why I don't like you is because I love you .
*The reason I don't want you is because I need you .
*The reason I wouldn't cry if you left is because I would die if you left .
*The reason I wouldn't live for you is because I would die for you .
*The reason why I'm not willing to do you anything for you is because I would do everything for you .
*The reason I chose my life is because you are my life .
inch by inch
bringing me closer
to my doom
butterflies of
anticipation
flutter nervously
in my stomach
knuckles whiten
jaws clench
what have I
gotten myself into
the suspense
is killing me
I'm going to hate it
I'm going to love it
I might lose my lunch
but I don't care
heaven help me
here it comes...
...
I hold my breath...
...
and then
I scream
my stomach
drops
my breath
is stolen
my heart
is pounding
adrenaline
courses
through
my veins
amid screams
of sweet terror
I fling up
my hands
and ride on
the wings
of Thrill!
I remember the day I fell in love.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for you love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place you could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with more fire then you could ever imagine.
More passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the day I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
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This is dedicated to my first real basketball coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for you love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place you could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with more fire then you could ever imagine.
More passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the day I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
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This is dedicated to my first real basketball coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
Just a poem. I hope it isn't much of a bother to rate.
I dream of all things
Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts
Within these thoughts as dark as sea
When once those wings of black
Hung over all
Shadowing but of the wretched white
That blinds me of all beauty.
I dream of all things
From happiness to highs
Let down these pills
Or I’m gone, retreat inside my mind
Where none but the darkest thoughts
Swallowing twilight
I dream of all things
From the stories told by hidden scars
Unable to show themselves
Under this intense scrutiny
That makes up this world’s attire
To the times that I could be happy
Without a drug to create
The much-needed illusion...
I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
I dream of all things
Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts
Within these thoughts as dark as sea
When once those wings of black
Hung over all
Shadowing but of the wretched white
That blinds me of all beauty.
I dream of all things
From happiness to highs
Let down these pills
Or I’m gone, retreat inside my mind
Where none but the darkest thoughts
Swallowing twilight
I dream of all things
From the stories told by hidden scars
Unable to show themselves
Under this intense scrutiny
That makes up this world’s attire
To the times that I could be happy
Without a drug to create
The much-needed illusion...
I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
