Oh dear you might not want to read this....

well guess who forgot to post? this girl
yep me
don't know how many words this is
don't care
arg
i am so tired
my head hurts
but today was nice in some ways
this is a stupid word to type
it always turns out thsi
so
obnoxious
obnoxious is a word my old friend taught me
i thought it was a pretty cool word
and she was pretty cool
but then she became a little obnoxious
but i guess everbody is sometimes
hey
guess what?
i don't know...
banana
is a yellow fruit
also a kind of pudding
a delicious pudding
sorry watched psych all day
really tired
i do nooooot want to go to school tomorrow :(
why do we go to school?
to learn you say?
learn what?
school?
not i
i go to learn the ways of humans
i really hope nobody is reading this still
hey guess what happened to me today?
not much but i found a sweater in my sister's closet that i know she won't want
and now....
IT'S MINE MINE ALL MINE!
yep
i knew you'd be excited
hey guess whaaaaaaaaaat?
alpacas are kinda cute
but lamas are nasty
very nasty
guess how much i don't want to go to school?
i think i would rather learn to play the harp
hey
guess what?


COPERNICUS CALLED AND YOU ARE NOT THE CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE.

and that's my final word on the subject.

HEY PEOPLE I WROTE A POEM

Just dream
Endless dream
Fly away
Don't pull me down
But here I am
Still here I am
Try again
Escape
Success
Dream of beauty
Dream of freedom
Dream of endless possibilities
But here it comes
Go away
Leave me here
No
Please no
Too late
Reality snatches me away again
And down we fall
Back to the earth
Back to the life I'm forced to lead
Back to happy nothings
Back to wasting away
Back to Them
Back to the same of the same.

Poem for a Rainy Day

Rainy day

It’s quiet

Quite quiet

But the song on my radio

Is humming soft and sweet

Tomorrow is gray

Yesterday was black

But today is just a day

And so I’ll push it all away

Push it back

Trouble of tomorrow

It’s got enough of its own

And so does today

All in all

I can’t complain

Ukulele twangs

I listen and hear

And all the things I think

Just want to disappear

But life goes on

And I still love you.

How much longer?

  The prisoner glanced up at the clock.

  An hour and thirty-six minutes left. He thought hungrily. He was so close to freedom, so close to escape….so close to the rest of his life. He could almost feel the cold round latch of the door in his palm, taste the sweet pure air beyond the thick walls.

   But in the cell, things were getting worse, and the clock seemed frozen, so slow had its halting tick-tocks grown. The prisoner fidgeted, trying to crouch further into the shadows of the corner. His cell mates were still at it. He hid his face, looking out again. The clock hadn’t moved. Would it never move? Would time cease to exist?

  He pulled his collar up over his face. Only a little longer.
 But time was growing slower.

The Stranger

 The professor’s voice made me cringe, and hate myself for doing so. But I couldn’t stop. That voice! Its craggy vibrations peeled through my ears, scraping their walls with every word until I felt sick.

 

  Stop, stop, stop talking! All your words mean nothing anyway.

 
His eyelids drooped and his heavy jowls sagged. And his words ran on, and on….and on.

 

  Enough? No. Still more. I sighed and slouched back in my seat. How long would this take. I tried to be as inconspicuous as possible as I glanced over my shoulder at the clock on the wall. A nameless young man two rows back raised his eyebrow at me and looked over at the clock himself. He turned back to me and echoed my sigh, shrugging. I was surprised to see a grownup act like that. Normally their true feelings hid in a forest of politeness.

I dared to smile back at the man, and then grudgingly faced the front again. I passed the time with imaginings about him, for I’d never seen the young man before, and strangers were rare in Waynesboro.

  Maybe he was an international spy. Or an angel.

 

I spun tale after tail in my mind as the professor droned on. At last the meeting ended, and my mother nudged me to my feet. I cast a glance back again, but the stranger was gone.

Hide

 

Hide

Hide in the shadows of my happiness

Smile

Nod

Wave to them and never stop laughing

Hide

Hide in the shadows of my happiness

Smile

Nod

Repeat forever

Forever

Never stop

Never let them see

Never relent

Always hidden

Always free

Don't Look

I stare into the mirror and I’m afraid.

 
 I used to sigh and wish for impossible things.

Then came the day when impossible became possible, and discontent turned to confidence, confidence to realization, realization to horror, and horror to dust.

 
I’m done with dreams, and solitude is my only friend.

Why? Ask my enemy in the mirror. She’ll tell you if you look into her eyes. Or mine.

 
They’ll tell you at a glance, but by the time you look up again you won’t remember what they said.
By then it will be too late for you.

 



You’ll be mine.