my lungs said to my heart

my lungs said to my heart
listen, i really didnt want to say anything
but it has been rough
i havent taken a deep breathe in days
the eyes are thirsty
unlike the stomach that has
to much swallowed dispair to digest
and the nerves has kids to feed and
needs to give them something other than
pain to sustain themselves
i wouldnt say anything but the
brain cant do anymore than the rest of us can
and you are pumping depression
faster then the kidneys can filter
i just wanted you to know
that you cant hurt alone

NEEDED: friend

THE FOLLOWING IS REQIURMENTS FOR THE NEW POSSITION OF FRIEND:

1. must be obssessed with all things musical theatre.
2. must singing show tunes everyday weather or not i want him to
3. must have a rediculous obsession for coffee
4. Is required to make me feel embarrased at least once a day
5. Has to always make me feel better when ever the need occurs
6. must smile all the time
7. must have the capabillity to listen to the same story 10 times
8. has to own really awesome scarves
9. has to always have interesting stories
10. most of all he must be loyal sincere and over all a good person



POSSITION FILLED BY CODY RIKER

"I love you" alternatives

"you are my favorite loser"


"you realize, that if you win this,
i will never talk to you agian"


"if you dont eat your
veggie-burger i will throw it at you"


"my mom said that i'm not
supposed to swear at you in church"


"you may be strong,
but i have a league of poets ready
to take you down upon my comand"


"of course i am talking to
you stupid! Do you think i call my
grandmother honey?"


"If i made your wii character
really ugly would you get mad?"


"you are only aloud to lie to me
about two things, the fact that you hunt,
and wheather or not i look
good that particular day"


"i will get your little sister
to beat you up for me."


"if that ball comes anywhere near you
i will push you down to get to it"


"you are so lucky that weird-os are my type"

we didnt exchange pleasentries (based on sculpture)

This tree is not weeping
But I sense sadness in its branches
I don’t think it wants to be a
Tree disgraced with the earth
To which it is firmly rooted
It disappears behind its leaves
Asking me to let it be
Shielding the trunk and dirt floor
Bright flowers and decorates the trunk
But it only adds to the depression
A valley of reds and yellow cover me here
Except for this one stubborn, green, fraud
Happiness doesn’t belong here
Leaves are changing and falling
But this one isn’t so willing
To give up it’s only mask.

To all who are in my period 8 creative writing class

Words do not discrbe how i feel about you all. I am going to miss you so much over the summer. You are all so diverse from each other and i normally never would have met you guys and got to understand such great writers and fantastic human beings. We all had different ideas and life styles but somehow we were brought together by a great miricle that is none other than a creative writing class. I never believed in a milllion years that a class could make me feel this connected to a group of human beings like it did this year. I dont know how i ever wrote without you guys and i am looking foward to seeing most of you next year in workshop. Some i will not see next year or ever agian because they are graduating and trust me if that fact had truley registered in my mind i would be currently crying my eyes out. I want to say how much you all mean to me and it has been an honor simply knowing that people like you exist in this world. never change who you are and I love you all.

Detention

I, Crazy writer, Was a delinquent. i was sentenced to three hours for detention for forgetting to a bit of plastic that was used to identify me, but when they passed out the IDs it took the girl litterally 7 tries to figure out which one was mine. I had never been in detention before. i, the most innocent never-get-in-trouble-girl that every parent would dream of when to detention.the large senoir in the back looked like he might eat me. and the whole room looked like they were about to sacrifice me to the detention gods. the room was filled with misbehaving students and there i was, the biggest offender. the ID at home girl. Quit menicing with my pink t-shirt and my look of an abused puppy wimpering "please please dont hurt me"all i was alowed to do was sit there and think about how now i need to have some guy named butch put a tattoo on my butt and start talking about how "the man's got me down" even though i am sure no one even noticed i was there i felt like everyone was singing and pointing "lock her up! through away the key! that's the girl who forgot the ID!" and then my dad asked as he picked me up "so how was detention?" As i looked at him with my tortured eyes and tatterd soul and replied "eh it wasnt that bad"

My kind of superhero

I want to be a real super hero
no cape or emblem or wings
to save the world everyday
by doing the simple things

you might ask what powers i wish
Mind-reading, invisibility or speed.
This is what my answer is
and what it will always be:

Don't give me the power to read minds
but give me the power to care about what is in them

don't give me the power to speed up
but the power to slow down
and realize that i am somewhere good.

Don't give me invisibility
to hide in the typical
but the power to
be seen when i stand up for what i believe in

And as i go to fight
don't expect me to defeat my enemies
but expect me to save them.

And i would never tell anyone
what to do or how to be
because all those "ordinary people"
are superheros to me.