Recent Changes

Rats in the attic, toys in the cellar.
You'll have to face it on your own.
It's been a while but I'm glad you came.
Too many legs under the table.
I bet you've got it all planned out.
Shut up and let me go.
What a waste of time.
You know you're so pathetic.
Night makes a fool of us in daylight.
If I never see your face again I don't mind.
I can't believe I've made it here.
Put up your peace sign, put the index down.
I know you know I know you lied to me.
I cut my fingers on the way.
Why are you mad at me?
Is it something you don't like about me?
Today's the day I go up in flames.

I can write a plot with no characters.
No characters.
No characters.
I can write a plot with no characters.
No characters.
No characters.
Allegory, Allegory
Literal narrative is the way to be
IRONY
And I'm a mode of expression
Even when a meter is all crookedy
I can show you how to foil like so
I can show you my point of view
I keep your stories in control
And without me your plot won't fall together
I can narrate as she or him
I can organize the dialogue within
Looking up information on Internet Explor-ay
I count your words and spell check them again
Me and my friend do research in books
Me and my friend write an introduction hook
And guess how long it took
I can write anything that I want cuz, look:
I can write a plot with no characters
No characters
No characters
I write research papers with serious tones
With serious tones
With serious tones
Read me
Read me
Just called to say that this paper is good to read
SURPRISE
In such small words
All curled up with an essay to read
I can sell this essay open up a book store
I can make a living publish it in a magazine
I can spell check till my fingers get sore
Ink smeared on my paper that’s clean
I can make essays bout antibiotics
I can make teachers grade me under certain conditions
I know how to write a business-letter
Me and my friends write about the future
I can see topics that will test the systems
I can do anything better than my teachers assistant

Standing in the Rain
She waited again in the cold dark rain,
her sunglasses hung low in attempt to cover her pain.
Tattered clothes clung to her rain soaken skin,
her mind flashed memories, memories of him.
Her bruised arms hung limp at her side,
heartbeat becoming barely audible on the inside.
His voice in her head, yelled and screamed,
how could she go bakc again, be so naive?
Battered and bloodied was her white t-shirt,
she could have never imagined feeling so hurt.
He left his mark all over her skin,
his scent still lingered, memories of him.
She missed his smile, so long gone,
his laugh, his sweet personality, when had it all gone wrong?
He changed his ways, tried to be a bigger man,
Replaced love with force, argued with his hands.
But somewhere inside her heart still ached for him,
Wanting to be loved, to feel belonging again.
He begins to approach her, his eyes loving and kind,
she steps forward, their bodies intertwine.
She wilts into his chest, surrounded by heavy arms,
she gives again, only next time to be harmed.

How I Feel About You
As you know, I love asking you questions, you also know that
I love answering them. Recently someone asked me a question that got me thinking.
This question didn't have a specific answer, and would
most likely vary for each and every person, but I'd like to tell you
anyway, the person asked: out of all the billions of people
in the world, why did I choose you to be my boyfriend?
Millions of thoughts ran through my mind. I sat there thinking, the bell rand without me
giving an answer, I left.
The day passed by quickly. I found myself at home, listening to music.
The question came up again and I really took the time to think about it.
I thought back to the first day of study hall. I remember thinking,
"oh god I have at least someone to talk to."
I never imagined things going beyond that point but something changed,
you were different from any other guy, you were sensetive to the issue that I had.
I'll never forget you helping me by talking to me everyday about problems, you were
always listening, giving advice, making me smile again, mainly you were there for me
when no one else was.
Study hall got to the point where I couldn't wait to go.
After the ties we talked I wanted more
I started liking you a lot but I was holding on to something hopeless, you opened my
eyes.
You showed me what a real man was;
You gave me new experiences that I'll never forget.
I picked you out of all other people in the world because you're everything I needed and
ever wanted.
You fulfill my every need and I am lucky to say you're mine.
By Julieee

Make you look ridiculous at times.
Allow me to grow and let me work.
I am youyour mustache; I
Trim me down to almost nothing.
You might as well just shave me off.

The Mustache
TickleI tickle under your nosenose.
Scratch your girlfriend's faceface.
Make you ridiculous at timestimes.
Allow me let me workwork.
I am cover your liplip.
Trim me to almost nothingnothing.
You might shave me offoff.
I don't deserve this miserymisery.
Allow me let me workwork.
I am cover your liplip.
Your girlfriend hate her tootoo.
Her family always mocking meme.
I want end my lifelife.
Allow me let me workwork.
I am cover your lip
Calanderlip.
Calender
Write on in colored penspens.
Decorate me with motesnotes.
Use your free time to cover me.
I will keep your schedule organized
still I remainremain.
Written on and remaning reliablereliable.
Five minutes, ten minutes, it all it takes to use your free time to cover me.
I will life in order
Hangingorder.
Hang me me on your bedroom wallwall,
Displaying the of your lifelife.
Use your spare minutes to fill me out.
You need me to keep on time.
When the day is over and its time to relax,
Turn my pages and begin to fill me out again.
You need your spare time to systematize me.
I am your calandercalander.
Straw
I sit in the colored bins.
Waiting for you to choose me.
Many hands reach in, I haven't been picked yet.
Black hands, white hands, and tan hands.
Wrinkled hands, aged hands, and young hands.
All different, telling a new story.
I sit in the colored bins.
Wishing for my turn.
When will someone pick me?
Many faces come in and out.
White faces, black faces, and tan faces.
All different, telling a new story.
I sit in the colored bins.
Still wanting to be picked.
Will my day ever come?
The city lights begin to dim outside.
The store begins to close.
Business slows, and another day ends.
I sit in the colored bins.
Today, not getting my turn.
Maybe tomorrow I'll get my turn.
Until then I will remain in the bin.
No one seems to ever want me,
The striped straw, in the Wendy's utensil bin.

Allow me to grow and let me work
I am your mustache; I cover your lip
Calander
Write on me in colored pens
Decorate me with motes
I will keep your schedule organized
Days fly by and still I remain
Written on and remaning reliable
I will keep your life in order
Hanging on your bedroom wall
Displaying the many aspects of your life
I am your calander

The Mustache
Tickle under your nose
Scratch your girlfriend's face
Make you look ridiculous at times
Allow me to grow and let me work
I am you mustache; I cover your lip
Trim me down to almost nothing
You might as well just shave me off
I don't deserve this misery
Allow me to grow and let me work
I am your mustache; I cover your lip
Your girlfriend hates me; I hate her too
Her family is always mocking me
I want to end my life
Allow me to grow and let me work
I am your mustache; I cover your lip

CRASH!
"How could you not see me?!"
She just stood there.
"I mean really! How dumb can you be?!"
She just stood there.
"Are you retarded?! I was obviously walking and you didn't even notice! You need to pay more attention to the street. Don't be so inconsiderate!"
She just stood there.
"What is wrong with you?!"
She just stood there.
"Why won't you answer me?!"
She just stood there.
"EXCUSE ME I AM TALKING TO YOU!"
She sneezed.
"Bless you."
She started to walk away, but the man stopped her.
"I said bless you, the least you could do is thank me in return. Man, you really have no heart do you?"
She tried to walk past again.
"Go to hell man!"
"Tracey!" yelled a middle aged man. "You know you can't be out here with your disabilities. Come on I'll help you get home."

and i regret it
because it'll make me fat
by Chelsea and Julie, Brandy, Sam