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Sunday i bought a banana green but why has it become so dreadfully mean? Monday it began to turn yellow, and that was okay Until a spot brown showed up When I woke up on Tuesday. I didn't think it much Until Yesterday at brunch When that brown spot appeared again, Not another, but about a bunch! Another day has passed And it's even browner! I don't think it's going to forever last. Oh what a Debby Downer. Tomorrow it's black, Not a spot of color. It's never going to come back I don't have another. I wake up on Saturday, The banana has shrunk. No color either, And boy it stunk. I leave it out still, To find it out that

Brave little oak leaf, From where did you come? Did you fall from the sun? Did you drop from a cloud? Brave little oak leaf, What have you done? Did you travel to Space, Or did you fly around the world? Did you win a race? Brave little oak leaf, Why I'm calling you brave? It's the holes, The tears, the rips, That you gave. The wonders of youth, They question my experiences. And I'm only an ordinary oak leaf, that fell from an ordinary oak tree.

A fantasy constructed Is like a sandcastle built. A fantasy constructed Is like a woven quilt. A fantasy constructed Is as warm as my heart, As big as the world, As handsome as a pearl. They twinkle or they glow, They shrink or they grow, They dance like a wind's quick, fluttering blow. A fantasy constructed Is concocted of my dreams, My visions, memories, and my spirit. They're filled with my love, That falls from above, Or seep down from my mind, Into a wide, sparkling pond. Fantasies are ruby roses, Or emerald leaves blowing. They can be snow falling, Or jovial bawling. Whether it's a penny earned, An enemy burned,

"Hey Storm, want to go for a ride?" Master called to me. Of course I would go. I had no choice; I was the leader of the pack of sledding dogs! But I didn't care. I love to sled; it makes me feel so free. I barked in response to acknowledge him that I would accompany him on whatever journey he was willing to take. Sledding is a life-long adventure. Master, the pack, and I love our voyages. Rushing over and under giant, white hills, pressing our paws against the icy-white powder - and of course for me teasing the other dogs and Master! Master wanted us to bring him to the mighty cave of goods. Master us his usual calm commands guiding us thr

Reading is good! Reading is great! Reading is smart! Reading should not be hate. Pick up a book! And take a look! Each page you read, The more you sink! Each chapter you complete, The better you think! TV is bad It makes you fat! Reading is fab It makes you glad! You learn new words, You learn new things, You get really advanced, Knowledge it brings! If you wanna be successful in life, If you don't wanna deal with anymore strife. If you wanna be a rapper as good as me, You gotta read a book, And then you will see! Books make you strong Books make you smart! Books are very good How did you think Einstein, Lincoln, Geo

one year ago. exactly three hundred and sixty-five days before today i was a young girl living in a world who was the mastermind of an earthquake. the world was spinning, and spitting out words faster than my drunken father after a hard evening of work. it was wrapping me up like a package on christmas; perfection at its worst, and destruction at its best. i was changing oh-so-fast. my arms had razor blade symphonies and brittle bones shooting out of what should have been my utina; covered over with pale flesh.  the memories i had once carried changed, they became darker than the midnight sky without the stars; none of them were shining, brig

This one goes out to that boy on the street, whose father wouldn't look at him when he caught him kissing another boy. This one goes out to that girl on the ground, because her mother couldn't handle that she'd given birth to a lesbian. This one goes out to all those hurt by words, like 'dyke,' 'faggot,' or 'queer.' This one goes out to all those who thought they could tell anything to someone. (only to find, they could only tell some things.) This one goes out to the boy lying six feet underground, because the world didn't like who he "chose" to love. This one goes out to the girl who sobbed in the shower, when

[one] why don't all my wishes come true; are the stars broken? i guess so, because if they worked you'd be in my arms. i'd be holding you like there was no future, only a present. do you understand this, dear? i want you here. in my arms, now, and forever; if it comes. [two] maybe we'd be lucky and the stars would start working. i wish for you to move away, because i can not stand to see you in my rear view mirror. can't you see, i don't want you.. i want someone else, the person who makes my life go round'. [three] this would have never happened if you didn't make me tongue tied. you told me, "i love you, keri." it triggered my

 as i stand, inside these pale pink walls, everything inside freezes. the clock stops, all in a matter of milliseconds, the television picture remains frozen on blanche from the golden girls; giving her sex speech once again, and me, myself- i can still wander about. the curtains are blown to each which way, leaving a horrendously large gap between itself and the window. since i am the only one alive in the world, i decide to take it to advantage. without my parents breathing down my neck, i may scurry over to the opening in between the curtains. i admit, i have never seen the outside; not twice, once, just absolutely never.  i peer into this