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 Jul 2014 Wei-Qi Ooi
Viv O
This is Anna
Anna has a dolly
A raggedy little thing
Her name is Miss Molly

Anna loves Miss Molly
She had her since she was three
Miss Molly loves Anna
They are as close as can be

Sometimes Anna is happy
Which makes Miss Molly happy

Sometimes Anna is sad
Which makes Miss Molly sad

Sometimes Anna had to leave
Which makes Miss Molly angry

And when Miss Molly is angry
Anna is scared

But that's okay
Because Miss Molly always says she's sorry
And Anna forgives her
Because friends accept apology

One day, Anna had to go on a 'trip'
Miss Molly wanted to come
“No, sweetie, Miss Molly can't go
This is your first day of school,” said her mum

So Anna left
And Miss Molly grew angry
She grew so mad
Her smiley face turned ugly

When Anna came back home
And went to her dolly in her room
Miss Molly started shouting at her
Her face full of anger and gloom

“Why did you leave me?” she yelled,
“I thought we were best friends!”
“We are,” Anna cried back,
“But you have to wait until school ends.”

Miss Molly grew quiet
Her face blank on her raggedy head
A few minutes passed
And she finally said

“Stay with me, Anna,
Forever and ever.
We will never be apart
Whenever and wherever.”

Anna looked at Miss Molly
Into her dolly's button eyes
And finally said, “Okay.
No more saying goodbyes.”

In the closet on a little girl's room
In a box full of forgotten toys
Lay two little dollies
Smiling in the silent noise.

The End
This story was my attempt on writing a scary, short, poetic story that was not too extreme for younger children, but will still scare them. I was originally going to narrate this with illustrations for my Art class, but then realized that it was not suppose to have too many words :(. Ah well, enjoy and please review!
 Jan 2013 Wei-Qi Ooi
louis rams
(1/14/13)

the unborn child still in the womb hoping to come out real soon
it senses its mother is thinking to abort
then its existence would have been much too short.
it tries to scream ti its mother:
i know that i;m not fully developed and that you can not see
how beautiful with me your life will be.

i can not understand as why a gift from God
you would want to end
is this becoming the latest trend?
you have yet to see me , to look at my face
you think you'll have another one to take my place!

what if i was the only one destined to be given to you
then regrets you will have your whole life thru.
does life mean so little to you
because you're in doubt and don't know what to do.

all i ask is the same opportunity that you've been given
when your mother thought that your life was worth living.

please don't classify me as a mistake
for when you open up your eyes it may be too late.
                   (C) L . RAMS
 Jan 2013 Wei-Qi Ooi
brooke
Pears.
 Jan 2013 Wei-Qi Ooi
brooke
I want to
taste that
kind of
happiness
(c) Brooke Otto
She perches
  a bird on a
spindly winter branch
her pious breast
  puffed up with
    self
     and
   righteousness
she builds her nest of
  pillows and
    lap blankets -
     afghans of granny
squares like a motley
  jumble of feathers
the shredded remains of
  a circus clown
rising from her army green
        Crocs (R) to her
poly-chiffon hanky
   a mantilla of lies to
      her
     self
  and she nestles down on
her egg of wine and host and
   judgment
weaving into the walls of her
   nest her prayers for the
     unfortunate for the
     unbelieving for the
     undisciplined for the
         flaw of being
less holy and less wholly
   the child of
Big G God
   she knows she is
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