Wednesday, September 23, 2009
DRAMA!!! S.O.S.!!
I swear if this shit dont stop,,ima scream my head off!and the fuckin sadest part is that most ov my drama is over some dumbass guy...and school but s=mostly these two guys,one wont leave me alone and the other wants to leave me alone but idk if i want2 let him leave me alone!pls,if u can understand my txt talk and has any advice help me!!I wish i could just dissappear 4 just awhile so i could b drama free!maybe,i'll just run 4om it as soon as i turn 18!?IDK where i'd go but i no that i will leave denver 4 good!
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Summer
hey...I'm way better than i waz b4 so how 4 u doing,im so borad and it's summer vaction,i should be out having fun but i dont no wat to do,i do have news,im going back to California for a week or two!!Wat do u think?
Monday, May 4, 2009
...
Hey here i'm not wit my boyfriend anymore but this is a poem i wrote wen i first met him,maybe
it can help me feel better...
There's a girl
Who is secretly
In love, her
she can't tell
Anyone
Why? They'd all laugh
And be shocked. The
Boy well he'd never
Give her a second look
She's all confused and
All mixed up. Why does
She feel this way?
All she knows is when
She's with him, she's free.
Free to be who she is
And to be happy.
She just wants to be
With him, to be able to
Tell him how she feels
For him to feel the way
She does
But she'll never be able
To express her love, she'll
Shelter it in her heart for
Always
I've loved him for so long...
By:Christina...Me
Age:13
it can help me feel better...
There's a girl
Who is secretly
In love, her
she can't tell
Anyone
Why? They'd all laugh
And be shocked. The
Boy well he'd never
Give her a second look
She's all confused and
All mixed up. Why does
She feel this way?
All she knows is when
She's with him, she's free.
Free to be who she is
And to be happy.
She just wants to be
With him, to be able to
Tell him how she feels
For him to feel the way
She does
But she'll never be able
To express her love, she'll
Shelter it in her heart for
Always
I've loved him for so long...
By:Christina...Me
Age:13
Thursday, April 30, 2009
something new...
sorry i have't wrote ina while bu i've been really busy bt my poetry hasn't stoped,wat do you think?:
I looked up.
I saw a shooting star,
I saw a shooting star in the dark sky.
I made a wish,
I made a wish to be with you.
I looked down.
I saw a penny,
I saw a penny on the gravel.
I made a wish,
I made a wish to be with you.
I looked to the right.
I saw birthday candles,
I saw birthday candles on a lavender cake.
I made a wish,
I made a wish to be with you.
I looked to the left.
I saw a dandelion,
I saw a dandelion on the lawn.
I made a wish,
I made a wish to be with you.
I look straight ahead.
I see you,
I see you right here in front of me.
I made a wish,
I made a wish and it came true.
By:Me
Age:13
I looked up.
I saw a shooting star,
I saw a shooting star in the dark sky.
I made a wish,
I made a wish to be with you.
I looked down.
I saw a penny,
I saw a penny on the gravel.
I made a wish,
I made a wish to be with you.
I looked to the right.
I saw birthday candles,
I saw birthday candles on a lavender cake.
I made a wish,
I made a wish to be with you.
I looked to the left.
I saw a dandelion,
I saw a dandelion on the lawn.
I made a wish,
I made a wish to be with you.
I look straight ahead.
I see you,
I see you right here in front of me.
I made a wish,
I made a wish and it came true.
By:Me
Age:13
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Fat Is Not A Fairy Tale
I am thinking of a fairy tale,
Cinder Elephant,
Sleeping Tubby,
Snow Weight,
Where the princess is not
anorexic,wasp-wasted;
flinging herself down the stairs.
I am thinking of a fairy tale,
Hansel and Great,
Repoundsel,
Bounty and the beast,
where the beauty
has pillowed breast,
and has fingrs plump as sausage.
I am thinking of a fairy tale
that is not yet written,
for a teller not yet born,
for a listener not yet conceived
for a world not yet won,where everything round is good:
the sun,wheels,cookies,and the princess.
Cinder Elephant,
Sleeping Tubby,
Snow Weight,
Where the princess is not
anorexic,wasp-wasted;
flinging herself down the stairs.
I am thinking of a fairy tale,
Hansel and Great,
Repoundsel,
Bounty and the beast,
where the beauty
has pillowed breast,
and has fingrs plump as sausage.
I am thinking of a fairy tale
that is not yet written,
for a teller not yet born,
for a listener not yet conceived
for a world not yet won,where everything round is good:
the sun,wheels,cookies,and the princess.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Love Like Salt
It lies in our hands in crystals
too intricate to decipher
It Goes into the skillet
without being given a second thought
It spills on the floor so fine
we step all over it
We carry a pinch behind each eyeball
It breaks out on our foreheads
We store it inside our bodies
in secret wineskins
At supper,we pass it around the table
talking of holidays by the sea.
Christina Spoonemore , Ang: 13
too intricate to decipher
It Goes into the skillet
without being given a second thought
It spills on the floor so fine
we step all over it
We carry a pinch behind each eyeball
It breaks out on our foreheads
We store it inside our bodies
in secret wineskins
At supper,we pass it around the table
talking of holidays by the sea.
Christina Spoonemore , Ang: 13
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