i'm so not kidding
Ew. I cheated bad yesterday. I had half a brownie and like an inch and a half of cake. But it had strawberries on top of it, so maybe it doesn't count? And plus, I so wasn't dizzy yesterday!! It may have been because I literally drank a gallon and a half of fluids (no joke, I kept count), but I was so happy.
Me and my friend Em went down to my cousins to watch fireworks. it's so wierd. He's so wigger. I was scared. And he's 14. and talking about girls giving him blow jobs. I was just like ewwwww. You're not even in highschool yet. ewwwww.
I feel bad for you guys who have to read this. Cause i'm seriously going to publish a poem here everyday.
In Three Parts
First came the storm:
All fire and lightning and power
Slamming into trees and umbrellas
A sumo wrestler on the run.
The waves were rough and terrible
And alive, dancing, dressed in white
Across the black Ocean,
Pirouetting in time with
The thrashing of the wind.
Second came the eye:
A semblance of quiet, a breeze
That fluttered, caressed, sang.
The trees breathed relief
Third came the storm:
Too soon, too quick
It began the second dance
Chasséing towards the land
Beating at the earth
Demanding penance for wrongdoing,
The wind screeching
For retribution, slamming
At the woods and the forests
And the homes where woods once stood
The lighting illuminating all
As the storm raged on.
Me and my friend Em went down to my cousins to watch fireworks. it's so wierd. He's so wigger. I was scared. And he's 14. and talking about girls giving him blow jobs. I was just like ewwwww. You're not even in highschool yet. ewwwww.
I feel bad for you guys who have to read this. Cause i'm seriously going to publish a poem here everyday.
In Three Parts
First came the storm:
All fire and lightning and power
Slamming into trees and umbrellas
A sumo wrestler on the run.
The waves were rough and terrible
And alive, dancing, dressed in white
Across the black Ocean,
Pirouetting in time with
The thrashing of the wind.
Second came the eye:
A semblance of quiet, a breeze
That fluttered, caressed, sang.
The trees breathed relief
Third came the storm:
Too soon, too quick
It began the second dance
Chasséing towards the land
Beating at the earth
Demanding penance for wrongdoing,
The wind screeching
For retribution, slamming
At the woods and the forests
And the homes where woods once stood
The lighting illuminating all
As the storm raged on.