Feb 13, 2006 16:32
Gah!!!! I just found out that my new school doesn't have a creative writing class! What kind of school does't have a creative writing class? Oh! I know! This stupid hickbutt school, that's what! I guess no one in this town has ever written anything. We have a journalism class. Apparently, they're in charge of the school newspaper. That's funny! I didn't even know we had one! Nobody's ever mentioned or shown me one... interesting... I wonder why! "You people make my A** twitch." haha sorry. Okay! I'm done complaining now. How about I show you a strange poem I wrote in my 1 period: biology... Wait! I don't have it with me right now. I'll just show you a different one then.
One balloon in the sky
It’s the only thing I can see
I’m pretty sure that I know why
I feel like it represents me
Floating aimlessly through its life
No idea what’s going to happen
Could get blown away, go down the wrong path
It wouldn’t last; do the math
People judging the wondering balloon
Hell, It’s judging itself.
People putting it down, saying it won’t make it through the day
It has to work now; it can’t have fun, can’t play
Should have been more responsible
Should have tied a tighter string
I can’t stand looking at it now
I can’t believe this stupid thing
I hope it looks out for itself
If it starts to fall, I hope it gets back up.
If you can’t say anything nice about yourself,
Then you’d better shut the hell up.
My life.