Sandra Jackson
That girl,
Yes, her sitting underneath the willow,
Reads a note that a girl gave her
"You are fat, and ugly. It's no surprise you don't have many friends. You're too quiet. Whore."
The girl goes inside her house and looks in the mirror
Looking at herself
She sees what the girl said she was
The next day she got another note
She sat in her room this time and read it
"You are such a whore. You called my friend a name today, well tomorrow you better watch out."
She went to school the day after
And came home bruised and bloody
A bunch of girls beat her up and called her names.
Later that night,
The girl got another note from a girl who came to her house
"Kill yourself, Kill yourself now. Noone will miss you."
She looked at herself in the mirror once more.
The next day,
The girl who used to sit under the willow
Was gone
Her parents cried
The few friends she had cried
The bullies laughed.
It's is the most wonderful time of the year
Snow on the ground
A cold breeze blowing about
Children and Adults
Opening presents
Lovers spend time snuggling
And kissing under a mistletoe
I love Christmas.
We love to laugh together
and play our favorite music too
We like to dance together
and tickle eachother
You gaze into my eyes
and I gaze into yours
We love to smile big
and cuddle for a long period of time
These are the things we do together
and i love it
I met you two months ago
You were the perfect sight
Shaggy hair and those piercing green eyes
You looked at me and I fell for you
Now I am facing a deadly thing
And you are the only one in my life I don't want to lose
If I could take you with me
I Would.
Laughing and running,
Lots of water,
Kids laying down sunning,
A guy sits in a chair,
Watching his daughter,
While a little girl holds her teddy bear--
This is Summer.
It starts out warm,
Then a slight breeze,
They all notice the Season has begun to transform,
The leaves fall from trees--
This is Autumn.
It arrives with a chill,
People rushing around in jackets,
Kids become ill,
Adults get many packets,
Of steaming hot Coco,
We now know Spring will soon follow.
Everything grows--
Grass and flowers,
But still the wind gently blows,
We wait for hours,
Wanting to see the first ladybug--
This is Spring.
I was dreaming last night
There were three parts to it:
A dark side
A light side
A gray side
The dark side had the bad things I've done
The light side had the good things I've done
And the gray part had the things I wish I could change
I woke up and sat thinking,
"The dark part was almost overflowing with bad things ,
The light part had the fewest things,
The gray part was just overflowing with things I wanted to change,
I guess this tells me I need to be better."
(actually happened to me)
Noone is perfect
I don't know why that's so hard to understand
I am quite anxious to know my verdict
For I want to be in a band
Music is what I like
I even sing in while on my bike
I know this is a bunch of rhyming put in one
Sometimes my cat feels like a ton
This day has come to an end
I glance out my window
I see the horse has finally been penned
I was playing a game and soon ran out of ammo
I am not happy with that
Because when I ran out, my character soon went splat!
I am angry
I want to hit something
I wish I had a pillow
I hate headaches
Headaches make your head hurt
I wish I had Aspirin
As I look back on this year
I see my accomplishments
I see many tears
I remember the moments
Of happiness and sadness
I know High School will start off with madness
Then calm down
I will frown
And shed many tears
For I will miss my fellow peers
I always make mistakes
I always find the reason
That says
It's never too late
We make up lies
We spread rumors
But maybe we can change things
Because it's never too late
People can cause damage
Then later the person feels bad
Just remember
It's never too late
I sit all alone
In a place noone has ever known
The thoughts running through my mind
Oh! Their eyes would be completely blind
The searing pain
Coming from my tiny vein
My lungs have fallen leaden
My senses they will soon deaden
As I hear the wind blow
I soon wonder where I will eventually go
My cat sits across from me
Wondering how long I'll be
I breathe in one last time
As I hear the old clock chime
Goodbye, Goodbye
It is now my time to die.
(not for real. Im not like that ><)
The bright blue sky
Against the waxing crescent moon
Glows as bright as a light
There is a coon
Sitting on the right
And an oak tree
Standing in front
Then there is me
Waiting for the hunt
I feel it swelling up inside me
I can smell its stench
I want to let it out
I don't know how
This Rage is taking control of me
How do I stop it?
The time you and I danced
I felt a spark somewhere
The warmth and love in your eyes
I felt all shy inside
The moment when you kissed me for the first time
I felt loved
The best part about us
Was the way you held me when I cried.
That is my sweet, sweet memory.
When I walk through the halls
I feel like a ghost.
When I try to start a conversation
I am not noticed.
When I try to show someone something,
I am not payed attention to.
I feel Invisible.
When I sit in the halls by myself,
I am noticed.
When I read in the library,
I am smiled at.
When I am around you,
I feel anything but, Invisible.
Friends are people who help in everything you do
Friends are people who love you
Freinds are the special people God put on earth for us
Friends are worth more than any amount you can guess...
I hear the voice of the dove,
Singing its sorrowful song
Of what happened after
The mistakes I've made
To the people I loved
More than anything in the word.
The voice of the dove
Says to me suddenly,
"What you feel now is the pain you've caused
To many of people, whom you hurt."
