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JoyAndPain Feb 2021
The snow crunches underneath your feet.
the wind wipps past your face;

Your ears turn pink
and your lips are chapped;

You walk into the garden,
everything is dead;

Except one thing.
roses in the winter.
i tried
JoyAndPain Feb 2021
i opened your file
and what i saw
was diferent than what i expected;

i saw that you were
sad, pained,
angry, confused;

i turned the page.
you were suffering,
afraid, and alone;

i looked at your photo,
it was diferent than the you i knew,
you looked terified and sad;

i printed a new sheet of paper.
it said that i would be your friend.
that i would be your friend no matter what;

i fastened the new page in the folder
cautiosly, caringly,
with a paperclip.
sorry if i spelled anything wrong.
JoyAndPain Feb 2021
pequenos charcos se acumulan en el
suelo con cada gota;

el cielo llora y los ninos corren afuera
para jugar en el barro;

miras hacia afuera y cuentas las
sapicaduras en la ventana;

uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco... rayos...
seis, siete, ocho, nueve, diez. suena el trueno;

los ninos corren dentro y miran por
la ventana;

esta lloviendo en la primavera.
please ecuse the missing accents and such. put through google translate. wrote this for spainish class.
JoyAndPain Feb 2021
Ten little soldier boys went out to dine;
One choked his little self and then there were nine.

Nine little soldier boys sat up very late;
One overslept himself and then there were eight.

Eight little soldier boys traveling in Devon;
One said he’d stay there and then there were seven.

Seven little soldier boys chopping up sticks;
One chopped himself in halves and then there were six.

Six little soldier boys playing with a hive;
A bumble bee stung one and then there were five.

Five little soldier boys going in for law;
One got in chancery and then there were four.

Four little soldier boys going out to sea;
A red herring swallowed one and then there were three.

Three little soldier boys walking in the zoo;
A big bear hugged one and then there were two.

Two little soldier boys sitting in the sun;
One got frizzled up and then there was one.

One little soldier boy left all alone;
He went and hanged himself and then there was none.
This is not an original poem. it was written by Frank Green in 1869
i found it in a book called "And then there were none." it is very good. i recomend it. if you want to know it is about 10 people who are stuck on an island called soldier island after being tricked into going. one by one there are all **** by a madman disquised as a guest. ther is a lot more to the story but i dont want to spoil it.
JoyAndPain Jan 2021
i lie in bed. 9:00
i listin to music. 9:05
music turns off. 9:30
i close my eyes. 9:35
i open them again. 9:50
i get water. 10:00
i lie back down. 10:10
i close my eyes. 10:15

i cant sleep.

i fall asleep. 12:00
i dream. 12:30
i dream. 1:00
i dream. 2:00
i dream. 3:00
i dream. 4:00
i dream. 5:00
i wake up. 6:00
i go to school. 7:20
i lie in bed. 9:00

repeat.
idk
JoyAndPain Nov 2020
chrunchy munchy penutbutter.
creamy candy cats complement.
can he candy the crunchy penutbuter.
cup of cruchy penutbeter.
cost 3 dollars. count them please.
crunchy munchy penutbuter.
penutbuter lol. idk what i was doing. lol. :)
JoyAndPain Nov 2020
it doent matter the color of your skin.
we all look the same on the inside.
mostly red.
:)
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