Archive for the ‘2008’ Category

Strike!

Posted: March 10, 2008 by vmkimler in Virginia

Change in your pocket

Shoes, striped

Shirts to match

Run,

Arc,

Throw,

Ball smashing

Eight pounds smacking,

The floor

Tumble,

Roll,

Knock the pins

To the ground.

Hotdogs,

Cheese sticks,

Curly fries,

Smells heavy in the air.

Crack,

Jump,

Yell,

“Strike!”

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Rambling Autobiography

Posted: March 10, 2008 by lcbelcher in Lindsey

I was born at the height of chaos in my mother’s life. 10 month and 8 days after my sister was born. I adore romanctism and independent music with all my heart, and splurge on it. My favorite shirt has holes in it, with a rather large one in the left shoulder, but it’s most comfortable so I love it anyhow. I’ve lied to my parents, but more importantly, I have lied to myself. I’m an introverted nerd whose helpfulness and compassion have been abused too many times; I seek no pity, though. I respect nature, but not enough to stop polluting it; this makes me a hypocrite. I like to say I’m independent, but I still like to crawl on my mommy’s bed and watch television with her. I’m nice to someone I no long like nor respect for a friend’s happiness. I’m a good person in my heart. In my heart, I want to find a good person…..

Just Me, My Paper, and Pencil

Posted: March 10, 2008 by geegee101 in GeeGee

Just Me, My Paper, and Pencil

Thoughts may pop in and out of my head

The song of my I pod may change

 Time my be running out

But I don’t care

Just because I am pouring out my heart

Yesterday’s worries may return

But its ok ill soon learn and move on

No little brother asking for my attention

No loud television that my great grams can’t hear

It’s just me, my pencil, and my paper

The beautiful slowly turned rigid slopping letters to

The words that stick out and ring out so clear

The entry of my day has now been complete

The End

 

remember

Posted: March 10, 2008 by kaci333 in Kaci

Do you remember? I do.A day in November when my world crashed

When my world erupted in a ball of furious chaos

And you became my knight in shining armour

My family exploded in a hail of yelling voices

My mother was the cause yet again

I couldn’t breathe

And you saved me

We weren’t yet together

We hadn’t yet said “I love you”

But I knew you did

You loved me

I can’t remember the movie we saw

I can’t remember the people who passed or spoke

But I remember you

How you saved me

How you were there when it seemed darkest

Do you remember?

I do.

And I will for as long as time turns

remember

Posted: February 28, 2008 by kaci333 in Autumn, Uncategorized

Do you remember? I do.A day in November when my world crashed

When my world erupted in a ball of furious chaos

And you became my knight in shining armour

My family exploded in a hail of yelling voices

My mother was the cause yet again

I couldn’t breathe

And you saved me

We weren’t yet together

We hadn’t yet said “I love you”

But I knew you did

You loved me

I can’t remember the movie we saw

I can’t remember the people who passed or spoke

But I remember you

How you saved me

How you were there when it seemed darkest

Do you remember?

I do.

And I will for as long as time turns

He Shaved His Head

Posted: February 20, 2008 by porter08 in Aaron

This piece of writing to me symbolizes individuality. I dont necessarily believe that “He” literally shaved his head. I believe that the author is conveying a sense of individuality through diversity. There is one thing that makes all of us unique in our own little way. Something that makes us stand out from the rest of the world. Something that makes who we are…who we are. Some may call you freaks, but who are we to judge what is normal? Who can even define normality? Sometimes our individualtity may anger somebody, but the tattoo on our shiny head is a statement of who we are.

Fifth grade softball

Posted: February 20, 2008 by vmkimler in Virginia

Fifth-grade softball

I signed up to play softball

I did it because I thought it would be fun

I did it because I needed something to do

I did it to prove that I could play at least one sport

I did it to try and fit in

I did it for someone else

I did it for the friends I didn’t have.

I showed that I could play, even if it wasn’t well

I showed that I was willing to open up

                To make friends

I showed my mom that I could be like her

                Make her proud of me

But

                I didn’t like it

Because I didn’t think it was fun

Because it took up time that I wanted to spend elsewhere

Because I couldn’t play as well as the others

But

                I did fit in

                I did it for the friends I made

So

                I guess along the way it got better.

                I guess I did it for myself…