Tomorrow night I am performing this for my school talent show.
Does anyone have some last revisions I should make?
Is the point understandable?
(The last Stanza/Paragraph is meant to be said fast.)
Here is the poem:
Out in the woods
it gets cold at night.
My needles keep me warm
until the morning light.
All around me are my fellows,
swaying in the breeze.
Animals scurry by us,
moving as if to tease.
I wish that I could run.
I wish that I could fly,
but I am stuck right here
until the day I die.
If you think you know
the meaning of not free
then try not moving once in your life.
Just try being a tree.
The school I go to starts at a ridiculous 7:30 A.M. I live twenty miles away from school! I need to get up at 6 O’clock to get breakfast then go meet my carpool in time. That is absurd! Waking up at 6:00 A.M. every morning is nearly impossible to sustain for 5 days in a row, and having only two days in-between isn’t even enough to catch your breath. In case nobody has heard yet, people need about 8 to 10 hours of sleep a day and that is incredibly hard to get, when I need to get to school before the sun has even risen. Studies have been done and teenager’s sleep habits are to go to bed late and wake up early. Most people say “Oh well why don’t you just go to bed earlier if you have to wake up at 6?” Well why don’t you try going to bed before 10 O’clock when you four classes giving you an hour of homework each. Your teenage years are undoubtedly the most stressful and mentally demanding years. The best way to help lessen these hardships is to be fully rested every time you walk into your school. You think better, you act better, everything is better when you have had a full night of sleep. It is hard to get any sleep as it is worrying about that English paper you have due this Friday, or all your social problems. Now try getting shaken awake at 6 O’clock and see how you feel! When I stumble down the stairs in the morning it is always pitch black. Whether it is daylights savings time or not. This makes it unbelievably harder to wake up and start listening during my first class. Read more »
I opened my eyes; I heard a shrill, “beep beep beep.” I knew it came from Muh-Muh's room, and that meant Muh-Muh was waking up. I immediately stoop up on the soft couch and yawned, and slowly bumbled across the living room to her door and waited. The bed in there is comfiest in the house. It is the single best place I have ever been. I heard a movement inside, so I knew she was awake. I bumped my head against the door; I needed to let her know that I wanted my breakfast. That did nothing, so I scratched it. Still, no response and I was getting a little anxious; why was she not answering? I started to meow, and, finally, the door opened. Read more »
HEY! HEY! HEY! GUESS WHAT! HEY! GUESS! Yeah you got it. I wrote some new music.
First up we have the instrumental cover of a Fall Out Boy song called, "Sugar We're Going Down," It took me quite some time to put it together and I am overly pleased with how it came out so I felt like sharing.
Second, I was in a band with a mighty talented musician who goes by the name J. Crow. Together we rocked stages and melted faces, but only for a brief period. I helped work on a song entitled "Spinning" which I have done an instrumental arrangement of, and hope to some day record the lyrics to it.
Thirdly, I thought I should put up an original. So, recently I have been working on a song that, we're I to produce a record, would be track one on that album. So far all I have is a rough take of ideas, but I do have the basic layout of the song set up.
And finally, I tend to do a piss-poor job of putting lyrics to music, but it occurs to me that I am on a website full of writers. So, IF GG IS LOOKING AT THIS AND APPROVES, I wouldn't mind writing the music, and recording some voices and some of your lyrics as a sort of musical YWP thing. Granted I am a music production major and am learning how to do that for a living, this would be a cool place to start. That's nothing that can really happen any time soon, but let this just be food for thought.
As always, thanks for listening, please enjoy and leave your thoughts about my ideas in the comments below. ARCHIBALD OUT.
To all those people who make me smile
You make life enjoyable, and worthwhile
You brighten my life with color
To all those people who are only full of disappointent
You help me see both points of veiw
Providing the picture with shading
To all those people who make my life miserable
In the end I become stronger than you
You provide the dark outlines in my life protrait
To all the people who've changed me or my life conditions
Thank you, if anything I'm changed for the better
You give the overall drawing
To those people who finish the picture
You should hang it on the wall for all to see
So others can read, relate, and know where they stand in my life
As well as whoever decides to copy this plan.
Everyone has left...
Left me stranded alone, in a harsh world
Only people cracking jokes
There is know one left just me
Alone in a town that know one ever see's
Freezing from neglect
I stand untouched with no regrets
There is nothing I take back
All this envy beyond me, in my past
The one path ahead of me
The only path that encourages my dreams
Is the one path that will take me out of this town
I'm ready to leave
Besides who will miss me
Theres nobody Anyways.
The world, frozen before me, still and beautiful. I couldn’t react, the car was going too fast, the pain washed over me like water, filling my entire body. Everything was just glimpses, that car, that person looking at me, red and blue flashes, and men with white Read more »
When My Owner Goes to school I always take a routine of :
First, Wake up so I can give him goodbye.
Second, I Go to bite on my cage so I can make my teeth shorter and make them sharper.
Third, I go to the food bowl to see what he put for my breakfast, great! Nutriment bars!
Fourth, I go to my wheel to awaken and work out.
Fifth, I go to try to escape, you never know when he leaves my cage loose.
Finally, I go to sleep again, I hope I can get some sleep so I can have fun with my owner!
... ZZZZ ... ZZZZ... ugh... (Door opening in the background) oh, he's back! I cant wait! "Hello Hammy!" says owner. "Remember me Hamm Hamm? I'm Jacob, Your owner." "Squeak! I Remember you! Of course!" I squeaked. SQUEAK! (WHOA DON'T PICK ME UP SO FAST) " Who's the best hamster?" Said Jacob "I am!" I squeaked as he put me back in the cage "Get some sleep for tomorrow, I'll be leaving for North Carolina!" Said owner, "I will!" I squeaked!
I am a dog and my name is Holly. Well my family is at school. I'm sitting at home waiting for them to come home to me. I want them to come home but they can't. I love them because they make me happy. Also what I do is I sit there lying on the couch even though I am not allowed to. They have a blanket that they put up for me. I get to see them when they're not in school. I see black and white and I see nobody to play ball with. I know that I really do miss them because when the garage door opens I am right there at the door. They let me out and I get to see everything I've been waiting for. I see the cars, the trees, the grass, and I see them. One time I tried to give them a message that I didn't like it when they had to go to school and work. What I did was I said this before I got up and I went on their couch. Well they didn't get the message, so then I ate their candy, still they didn't get the message. Well I did some other stuff but they still didn't get the massege but for now I've got to go. Bye.
It is so fun being a pencil. Always being upside down, sometimes it makes me feel like i'm going to throw up but, I can't, I'm a pencil. Whenever humans give me haircuts they make it a pointy, I hate it. When they try to write with me when my hair cut is that pointy, my hair fulls off. Back to my dull head. Thanks humans. Humans usualy leave me on the floor and their pets bite, claw, play with me and the humans step on me. UGGG, its horrible. I hope this piece of writing changes your mind about the way you treat us pencils. Don't forget I can poke you. MWA HAHAHA MWA HAHAHA MWA HAHAHA. Now this piece is done, I hoped you enjoyed it.
I am prodded upon by many little feet,
climbing, to the point where nothingness begins
and reality ends.
As I look out the window, I blink slowly. The birds hop around from tree to tree and I think of the last time I had bird. It was very fat and couldn't fly as fast as the others. How nice of it to be such an easy catch for me. I lick my lips at the thought of bird. I flick my tail, wanting to attack, but being restricted by the strange clear solid in front of me. It seems strange that something solid would be clear. Why wouldn't you want to see it was there? I rise from my perch above the humans sitting log and sink into the plush cushions and roll around. I hear a door slam and run under the chair. I see the descipable creature walk into the room and unintentionally flick my tail. I've been spotted and snatched up before I can lift a paw. I struggle until I find that it's a lot of work. I stretch out and knead my claws into the strange colored limbs into this creature. All of a sudden I am dropped for no apparent reason. How rude!
I visit the horrible place where I am forced to eat out of a dish like some human. There are some small crunchy bits that actually taste pretty good once you get past the fact that it's not meat. Some days my captors will give me another kind of food that's almost passable for fish, but lacks the texture and can be quite gooey. Read more »
I'm a CLOUD
I am a dark grey cloud
Everyone that looks at me hates me...
I mean rain, I'm filled with it.
I am it.
No one likes the rain.
The rain is like tears.
It makes people sad.
Rain is sad.
When people see me they get umbrellas so they don't get wet from my rain...
Sometimes people don’t appreciate me. They look at me and think. Oh that’s pretty. So then they pick me up and take me home. They put me in a jar of cold water in a warm room and then forget about me. Every time they come back into the warm room where I am sitting in that jar of cold water they notice I look a little worse each time. Do they bother to feed me?! Oh no. They just say “what a shame. It was so pretty”. Here I am dying for goodness sakes! And after a week or so when I am almost dead, but not quite, they throw me out! They can’t stand the sight of me! If their brother was dying I don’t think they would throw HIM out onto the curb into the hot, hot, hot, sun. The sun was slowly frying me as I laid there on the curb; I could feel the rays penetrating deep into my body. Whenever someone walked by they thought, Oh what a shame, it was so pretty. I don’t see any of them putting me to rest in the nice, soft, safe ground. No one did anything to save me and no one will do anything now that I am dead. I say again, people need to appreciate me a little bit more. Flowers are people too you know!
Ever since I was a child, I have lived on Raylon Peak. Ever since I was a child, I ran to the very top edge, and looked down to the depths below. Blue and white, snowy and steep. You couldn't see any other houses, or people, or any signs of life. There were no tracks in the pure white snow, because we were in constant snow and ice storms. The first time I stood there, I only let my head peak over the ledge. As I got older, I became more daring, first letting my feet dip down, then sitting right up to it, both legs dangling over the edge, ignoring the snow falling to the bottom beneath me.
I had long, strawberry blonde hair, that at one point grew to my feet. I loved it, though at the end of the day I washed the tips in the ice cold water that we got from melted snow, just to get out the dirt it collected from dragging on our floor. My mom always told me I had blue eyes, the color of the ice at the bottom of the mountain that covered the lake. I could never see my eyes for myself, because we have no mirrors. I also couldn't see my orange freckles that ran across my nose, or my pink lips. I couldn't see my own features, and sometimes when I'm alone in my room, getting dressed, I would get mad. My mom said when she moved up here with my father, she only brought the necessities. Read more »
What Am I?
I am slender and sleek
I have no arms or legs
I slide along endless white
I leave a trail behind me
I have told many stories
Always sliding along numerous sheets
I have told of heroes and foes
with conclusive ends.
I am a pencil