Me Myself and IMe Myself and IMe Myself and I
The second grade teacher asked her class "What do you want to be when you grow up?" Small hands shot up into the air as children shouted The classroom was uproar of ideas "I want to be a ballerina!" A little girl yelled "A doctor" "a vet" "a mommy" more kids yelled The teacher said nothing and smiled A little girl in the back stayed quiet She thought about what the teacher had asked She wanted to be a lot of things A teacher like her mother But she also wanted to be a mommy And what about being an artist?
The little girl finally decided
HomelessHomelessHomeless
Walking down the street at night He feels his heart slam against his chest The city block feels so different at this time The only light from dim lamps lining the streets
Curtains are pulled closed Blue lights flashing from TV screens No one else is outside at this time of night Out in the cold and dark
He envies the people inside the houses
All warm and toasty with little heaters While he is stuck outside Wandering the city streets alone
He has no home, no place to go His family kicked him out Life now consists of s
A FriendA FriendA Friend
She was only sixteen when she left She hated her life, her family She couldn't stand them anymore She had to go
Now she walks up and down crowded streets Cars honk as people rush off to their jobs or families A toddler runs free of her mothers grasp Old men in suits pass a poor child in rags
She notices how people cringe away from her As if she were some kind of disease She wanted to tell them it wasn't her fault That she would never choose this kind of life
But she did, she left of her own free will She wasn't kicked out o
Boulevard ParkBoulevard ParkBoulevard Park
Air moves through the calm bay waters The sky changes from the beautiful bright blue Into the wonderful array of cool sunset colors Seals play on the waters edge listening As the waves crash quietly against tall rocks
Fall changes the colors of the maple leaves From the green to orange to red and finally brown As the leaves turn they fall from the trees A leaf floats on the salty blue waters Rain falls freely from the sky painting the ground With clear polka dots; the sun comes back out From behind the smoky gray clouds; the water evaporates &
I am almost seventeen years old and I enjoy art. I love photography as well as drawing. I also enjoy reading and writing.  |
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My love is just waiting to turn your tears to roses...
No, you'll never be alone,
When darkness comes I'll light the night with stars,
Hear my whispers in the dark...
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A room without books is like a body without a soul.
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“Fall down again, Bella?”
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“No, Emmett. I punched a werewolf in the face.”
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A room without books is like a body without a soul.
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i put all kitty's drawings and stuff up
CHECK IT OUT
now
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A llama is only a llama if you call it a llama.
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にゃんこ大好き!(=ω=）ノぬっこぬこにゃー
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