The beginning is upon us,
A brilliant new year.
Instead of being joyful,
I am full of tears.
Doesn't change a thing.
We have torn apart,
We will never to be that close
You shall find someone,
And so will I.
That doesn't mean I won't,
Not being your favorite.
The white tower stands above the city
serving absolutely not practical purpose.
It's just an old stone tower
in an old darkened city.
Upon further investigation,
upon entering the tower.
One can find old photographs,
a picture of a family,
a soccer ball,
did someone once live here?
Upon climbing to the top floor of the tower one can find toys,
singed by fire,
and (ironically enough) a plastic fire truck.
There had to have been a child here.
Why else would there be these toys?
Delving deeper into the tower,
once can find the basement.
Dried blood on the ground,
an mp3 player loaded with rock music
(the kind that swears so much that you have to wonder why they even bothered putting the swears to music),
a wealth of poorly done homework scattered around the floor
and a wristwatch.
Stopped at 12:30,
The basement hides more secrets than that though.
An old magazine hidden undernearth the floorboards,
a literary magazine,
Isn't it a teenager who inhabited this room?
Why would there be a literary magazine
hidden underneath a weath of essays and notes that seemed to have been passed in class?
(The gossip kind, apparently Sandra had a crush on the foreign exchange student).
There's more secrets to be found, of course.
There's books hidden under the bed, Read more »
Life isn't always easy Fiar That's just the way it goes There's tests and trials But every hurdle you go over You get a little stronger And after a while it gets easier But just remember that all the tests trials and hurdles Make you stronger.
The woman in silver shoes is dancing on her own again.
The music is low, like the ceiling of the attic.
Her heels are high, to stiffen her spine.
Downstairs, the cat cries because she has left the sink running:
Water floods the kitchen.
The woman in silver shoes is eating on her own again.
The food is cold, like the air in the house. Read more »
This summer I did lots of summery things,
Like going swimming,being outside, tanning,and enjoying the sun.
However, I did do some more extraordinary things;
I went to Camp Hochelaga in South Hero and learned how to shoot a bow and arrow,
I caught a bunch of fish, including, oddly enough, an already dead one.
I went to Holland, Vermont and dove for golf balls at the bottom of a huge pond with my friend just so we could hit them back in later.
I went to Queensbury, New York and went to Great Escape four times!
I got hit by acorns that squirrels through at me up above in a tree,
I went camping in New York with my friend,
I played a ton of ping-pong with my friends and family,
I went to a hockey camp at Leddy Park Arena up in Burlington,
I caught fireflies and watched them flicker,
And last of all, I made some amazing summer memories.
If my computer was a person
He would have been obnoxious
Too stuck-up to listen to my commands
There was even a hint of sarcasm
In every action
He wasn’t up to date
He was really
And lived to delete
The second before they were saved
But now that he’s dead
I really understand the meaning
Of “You never know what you have
Until it’s gone”
I only hope my next computer is as good as the last one
Something has to make my life interesting
And a computer with sarcastic capabilities
Is as good as anything I’ve ever seen
I worked hard
To save up birthday money
And pick him out from the store
And I was so proud
To have something as cool as him
Rest In Peace Computer
You were great while you lasted
Even if I got ticked off and
Pulled out your battery when you were slow
Have fun in hard-drive heaven
Because your last act
Was to strand me here
With a research paper
I’ll miss you