Alien lifeI see them looking at me and wonder:
"Do they know? Do they see that I don't belong? That I am an alien?"
I shake these thoughts from my head and look back down at the paper in front of me
I half wonder if I could get away with writing in my native tongue
They would just tell me to write in normal "English" like a normal person
Wonder if they realise just how hard it is to learn English as a second language for some people
I know they don't but a kid can dream right?
I go home and try to do my homework, I quit because I can't understand it
No matter how hard I try I can't make it
I listen to some music
Until people give me strange glances when they can hear the lyrics
They ask what kind of crap that is
I tell them simply that it's rock
They laugh and turn to each other to whisper secrets and hurt into each other's ears
God I hate the fact that I'm not born and bred
I am an immigrant
Though most would say that I'm an alien
Do I look like ET or Spock to you?
"Their breakfast is SOOO GOOD!"
bounce on heels
"I'll bring the bacon"
"then it waffles"
"you'll be WHAT?!?!?"
Sounds like a normal day to me
my headNIGHTIE FLAIR!!!!!! *tries to get but can't *
NYAN CAT! *wtf?*
Vocaloid *newly addicted*
Xmen *forever addicted*
Conscience is glaring at me *ironic it's kurt*
Ghostrider two not in local theater *lone wolf howl*
WOLVIE!!!!*s gets shredded*
AHHHHH!!! GET THE PREIST!!!!!!!!!
Goldstripe darkness rising Chapter one
The older they are the crazier they get
The bright lights of the psychiatrist's office hurt Heshain's blood red eyes.
"Where is that son of a bitch, I have been waiting here since eight o'clock!" she muttered irritably.
Almost as if on cue the door to the office creaked opened and in walked in Dr. Hatter, the resident hypnotist at Alice McLeery hospital and the bane of many peoples, including Heshain's, existence. Heshain couldn't understand much of what the Mad Hatter, her pet name for the shrink, said due to the mild sedative they had given her but it wouldn't matter he'd be out of the way soon enough. Dr. Hatter fingered the watch in the drawer under his desk. He didn't need it but it made him feel safer, especially around Heshain: the deadliest patient in Alice McLeery.
"Now we are going to voyage deep into your subconscious and see w
Snow white has a little sister: meRemember Disney's classic movie Snow White? Remember how all she had to do was hold out her hand and a million forest animals would be at her finger tips ready to play step and fetch? That's me, I have never met an animal I did not like, except for this really annoying Chihuahua-Doxie mix named Miley (the name was really fitting) but she attacked my dog so of course I'm not gonna like her much, anyway. For example when I tripped over our Basset Charlotte and she bit my neck you would think I would be begging for my parents to get rid of her and promise to never get another dog again right? Well I was begging and crying alright but not for Charlotte to go, I wanted to keep her! Up until then I never had an animal bite me. When we moved to Florida our neighbor down the street's dogs loved me and our new dog, Tink. After living there for a while we moved back up here and moved in with my grandma. My grandma had all of these feral (house pets that were raised without human contact) cats. I
stubborn tally AKA I cannot write a kids novel I would like to dedicate this book to the brave men and women known as elementary and middle school teachers, I also want to dedicate this book to my friends and family both on and off stage! "TACOMA!"
Tally was a smart young woman with pale skin, blue eyes and very curly blond hair.
One day Tally's teacher asked her class to write about what they wanted to be when they grew up. It was an assignment that had been given every year since second grade, kind of like that famous "what did you do over summer break?" essay. Tally thought about being a police woman like her mom, but she didn't like the idea of possibly getting hurt and making her mom cry. So she thought about other jobs. Maybe she could be a doctor like her dad, but then she remembered that she couldn't even put a band-aid on her own cuts. So then she thought of being a middle school English teacher like her aunt Rosemary and that se
Anonymously AnonymousThis is my anonymously anonymous poem.
I couldn't think of anything I could write to you guys anonymously.
I wish you could know who I was anonymously but for some reason anonymously anonymous poems don't work that way
I love to write these anonymously anonymous poems for you anonymous guys
but sometimes that gets annoying because your anonymously anonymous opinions are anonymously mean
I wish I could anonymously give you an anonymous payback but it's hard to keep anonymously anonymous things simple
I think you can guess who this anonymously anonymous writer is, after all
We are writing a rhyming poem this week and this poem is as smart alecky as can be
So see you all next week!
HemaphobiaStrange glances from other kids,
Silent pleas for the detailed speaches about how much Mr. Riley loves blood,
Mysterious flu the day of the blood drive,
This is Hemaphobia.
Fear of blood,
I can't even bandage myself because I can't stand the sight of blood,
My mom has to do it for me.
Can barely make it through a pin prick without getting sick.
I hate getting my blood drawn,
I nearly pass out every time.
I hate when we watch good war movies in class because I can't watch them without getting really queasy.
I try my hardest to overcome,
But how do I do that when I can't even bandage my own paper cut?
I almost made it through "Saving Private Ryan" without getting sick, then the one dude got shot in the chest, I felt sicker than a dog.
I hate that I have to look disrespectful when all I'm trying to do is avoid throwing up in class.
I know that you think that Hemaphobia is just a joke, that it isn't real, that we should just man (or woman) up, but we can't.
It's like sticking an arachnopho