Place

Dancing in the wind,
Enjoying this blissful sin,
with the sun kissing my face,
I don't ever want to leave this place.

I no longer have to pretend,
a place I belong in,
with not a single worry to waste,
I don't ever have to leave this place.

Monster in My Room

The night casts shadows
creating safe havens for monsters,
as I say my prayers before bed.

I shut my closet door
and check under the bed
as I drag my feet across the floor.

My parents kiss me goodnight,
before they close my bedroom door
out of sight,
I look around my room once more.

There in the corner
I see a monster lurking,
as I seek refuge under the cover.

My heart races,
I couldn't make out the faces
so I let out a yell.

My parents came a running,
as my fear was consuming,
until the lights came on.

That's when I saw
that my monster was really
a basketball.

Night

The stars twinkle,
your blankets wrinkle,
as you dream the night away.
The crickets play
to a silent ballet,
of the morning sun.

Technology Hates Me

Technology hates me,
I can never get it to work.
Everytime I press a button,
the computer goes bizerk!
It always happens to no one
but me,
and no matter how hard I try,
i get a blue screen
and my computer says goodbye!
Even my ipod
gives me such a spill,
everytime I touch the button on the stupid wheel.
It will freeze
and will get me to yell "GEEZE!"
My phone
has a mind of its own,
it turns off and on
whenever it feels like,
and I never get a dial tone.
So I throw my phone.
Technology never works 
when I need it to.
It does whatever it wants!
And someday it will rule the world...

Pig Poop

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Blue

The sky is blue,
and so is the Blue Man's Group.

Teachers say water is blue,
but it is really transparent.

Blueberries are blue,
but blue really isn't a color,
it's light that appears to be blue.

My pencil is blue,
my ipod is blue.

One of the school colors is blue.
Blue's Clue's has a dog named Blue,
and it has a big pawprint that is a clue.

Pablo the penguin off the Backyardagins is blue,
and so is the COOKIE MONSTER!

Holly's milkcarton is blue,
and so is blueberry jam.

As A Child

As a little child
I liked making mud pies,
and eating playdough.

Sliding down
the slip and slide,
and wearing a cape,
pretending
that I was a superhero.

Casing butterflies
and building box castles,

hide and seek,
and board games.

Using fireflies
as flashlights,
and stirring the clouds
with our finger tips,

while holding our
imaginary friends,
blankets,
and stuffed animals
close.

never wanting to grow
up,
or grow
old.

Sneek peek of Nija Pig on the Attack!

It was quiet on the farm for the rest of the night, not a farm animal was stiring, not even a barn mouse. Morning quickly came and the farmer went about his usual rutine. Cori rolled in the mud, and ate slop. Billy Goat went grazing in the fields, and fainting at the sightof any bug that passed his way. All until mid-afternoon, when Cori and Billy met by the pond. There Deviled Eggs was floating with one eye open, and Chick was pecking for worms in the dirt, behind the barn out of sight.

Cori and Billy walked out of sight from the pond, so Deviled Eggs wouldn't know what they were up to.

"You got the feed?" Cori asked.

"Right here." Billy Goat replied.

They walked behind the barn, and there was Chick, still pecking for worms, "Yum, nom nom nom! I love worms! I'm soooooo hungry!"

"Chick." Cori called over.

She jumped in surprise, "Ccchhheeeeeeeaaaaapp! What are you doing here?!"

Murder Mystery

I puffed the smoke from my cigar into a heart, and I then smiled at myself for this accomplishment, as I started into the hallway. The police were already clearing people out of the locker room. I accidently bumped into a girl, and she dropped some stuff out of her bag when it hit the floor. I looked down, getting ready to asist her, but she quickly scrambled up an ipod, towel, water bottle, and a high heel.  We both apoligized and went on our way.

"He's right back here, who ever it was got him good," the officer pulled back the yellow tape to let me in.

"Any wittnesses?" I asked as I threw down my cigar and put it out with my boot.

The officer picked up my cigar and threw it away, "No one has seen anything, but they did report of him screaming."

When we came to the body I looked at his face, "Multiple puncture wounds to the face with a pointed object."

"Yes, that's what the corner said." Replied the officer.

"Any clues to the murder weapon?" I examined the brusing.

"Yes, there was a high heel laying beside his body."

"Can I see it?" The officer brought over the shoe in a evidence bag as I said, "Huh, what about that," I smiled as I recalled bumping into the lady earlier.

"What is it?"

"I Belive I have jut found the murder suspect." I lit another cigar and exhaled, filling the room with smoke.

Ninja Pig on the Attack!

Pig by day, and ninja by night, Cori Rose and her trusty side kick Billy Goat, find themselves in a battle to save the farm from Deviled Eggs master evil plan. While unleashing a mad cow onto the farm, the maddness spreads to the other barn animals, threatening their lives and the farmer and his family. In order to save them, Cori Rose has to unleash the PORK-CHOP and turn Deviled Eggs into a cooked goose. Will Cori Rose save the farm? Will the mad cow be turned to ground beef?

Pie

We all eat pie,
we all say hi.

Guys wear ties,
in math we use pie.

Clothes use dye,
is cheese cake pie?

We all ask why?
3.14 equals pie.

Dumb people get high,
and crave some pie.

Airplanes fly in the sky,
and people sigh
because they don't get to eat pie.

Kids like to catch butterflies,
and people lie
to get some pie.

Pirates say ay,
we read a book called Piggy Pie.

And someday we will die,
from eating too much pie.

The Worst Imaginable

Take a deep breathe,
try to hold it together.

Someone will be there
to listen,

to shelter
you from the bad weather.

You don't ever
have to be alone,

even when you feel
like no one else
will understand.

Even through the worst imaginable,

someone will be there
to hold your hand.

Take a deep breath,
try to hold it together.

Someone will be there
for you.

No Turnig Back Now

He stood there on the brink, contemplating on wether or not to jump. He looked down with his reflection staring right back at him, his life flashing before his eyes. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, for he couldn't take it any more.

He stretched out his arms wide like a bird, feeling free, and said a little prayer. And without giving himself time to rethink it, he jumped.

The man wrapped his arms around his legs and yelled, "CANNONBALL!"

Writer's Block

Crumpled up papers
overflowing the trash can.

The smell of stale coffee,
and the sound of silence
echoing trials and errors.

Pens out of ink,
scattered ideas on scattered papers.

Brainstorming
for that one idea to come to mind.

An aroma of whiteout and takeout,
overpowering.

Searching for something
inspiring,
to break down these walls.

Writer's block.

Life

Everything is easier said
than done.

And people
come and go.

Day turns to night,
seasons change,

and time continues on forever.

Each day you grow older,
each day your death is getting closer.

And saying goodbye
is getting harder.

Memories reply in dreams,
and others fade.

Life goes in a circle,
until your'e reborn again,

in a better life,
in heaven.

Into the Deep

I watched it sink,
just like my heart
into the deep.

screaming and crumbling,
sending wakes across the ocean.

God sank the ship.

Indestructible and beautiful,
proved nothing more
than a fairy tale.

It will never make it home.

Forever perserved
in a pool of ice,
of another kind of world.

Haunted by the imprints
of trapt souls,
and the survivors will return.

And the only thing that remains,
is a heart of diamonds.

A heart of cold
sparkling and glitzening,
at the bottom.

The heart of the sunken ship.

The Road

I stumbled off the path
as it headed in the wrong dirrection.

Not knowing which way to go,
notknowing where I would end up.

But as new doors opened,
I slamed that one shut,
never to look back again.

Too many bumps inthe road,
and it wasn't what I wanted or expected
life to be.

So I turned around
with no regrets,

just lessons and memories.

We're Like Flowers, No More Like Weeds...

Cori Rose smiles at the sun, as the waves pour around her feet, burring them in the sand. She looks down and imagines herself as a flower. She lets out an akward and loud laugh, and covers her mouth in embarrassment, and looks around to see if anyone else noticed. No they haden't, she was safe.

The waves poured around her feet again, burring her feet deeper in the sand. Cori imagined humans as flowers, but then brushed away the thoguht, and said to herself, "No, we're more like weeds."

Cori was so lost in her thought, that she didn't notice the little boy in front of her. the little boy just stood there, glaring at her puzzeled. He finally picked up the courage and said, "HEY GIRL!" Cori snapped out of her trance and looked down at the little boy. "You're in my way," the little boy pointed at the mote that he was building for his sand castle. Cori moved out of his way, as she glanced at the footprints that followed behind her. She thought to herself, "that's what we do, we leave foot prints."

The waves again, washed acros the shore and washed them away. "The earth seems to always clean up our mess, always cleaning up behind us." She frowned and crossed her arms, "One day, the earth won't be able to keep up." The little boy in the distance yelled in the background, "I DID IT!"

The water filled the mote around his castle, and his smile streched from ear to ear. His castle, like our creations, towered over its' surroundings. His castle, is like our past, is like a piece of history that will be washed away and long forgotten.

Cori thought, "Am I like the castle?"

The Last Time I Could Breathe

I sat on the couch in the dark, as I ate popcorn while watching a scary movie. The lead man stood behind a door, as the alien creeped down the hallway. It didn't show the alien, but I kept my pillow close by just in case. The lead man began comtemplating whether or not to call the police, as he woke up the rest of the household. I thought to myself, "Oh no, good guys never win, the aliens are going to suck his brains out."

the lead guy loaded a gun to keep by his bedside, even though everyone knows you can't shoot an alien. "Ah men, thinking that shooting everythingwill solve all of their problems," I laughed. The alien returned, and without knowing, its' face flashed across the screen. I jumped, spilling the bowl of popcorn as I grabbed for my pillow and cowarded behind it. "Oh great, now I'm deffinately going to have nightmares!"

Because of the lead guy's physical prowess, the stupid idiot went looking for it. There was no logical bone in this guy's body! Everyone knows what happens when you go looking for aliens, you get abducted, or something bad happens.

The lead man began questioning his spirituality, as he continued his search, but he turned up empty handed. "Uh, this movie is so cliche'-aaaaayyyy!" I began to scream as the alien poped out of nowhere. I jumped off the couch, and ran into my bedroom and locked the door, still screaming. I finally got the courage to go back to the living room. By that time, the lead guy had saved the day, and the military had showed up and took care of everything, and everyone lives happily ever after, the end.

I turned off the T.V., and threw the remote onto the couch. "That movie wasn't very creative or oringinal, yet I'm still scared," I laughed to myself as the doorbell rang, "I wonder who that can be?" I opened the door as my intellectual thoughts told me not to, and to my surprise... that's the last time I could breathe...

In Secret

You spilt your heart out
to me in confidence,

tears streaming
across your pretty little face.

You can't take it anymore.

All the fake smiles,
it was all just a show.

In secret
you're fighting to pick up the pieces,

to get back up,
and try again.

You try to hold back your tears,
but they keep on streaming.

And no matter how rough you have it,
you just can't stop hoping,

that thing's will change.

And no matter how rough
you have it,
you keep on dreaming.

And no matter how many times
life knocks you down,
you keep on trying.

Because you belive
that it will be worth it.

In secret,

you're still wondering
if your wishes made on those
shooting stars
will ever come true.

You're still wishing
dispite what people tell you.

In secret.

Baby Steps

It begins with baby steps,
and lots of trials and errors.

Little footprints
that pave the road.

Imagination
that guides you,

dreams
that inspire you.

It begins with practice,
and lots of late nights.

Mapping your journey,
that makes you who you are.

Dtermination
that motivates you,

hope
that drives you,

to who you are now.

And to think it only began
with baby steps.

Ninja Duck on the Attack!

I remember feeding ducks at Jacobson Park when I was five. I was so esstatic, it was going to be my first time feeding the ducks all by myself like a big girl. My mommy handed me the bag of bread, and I reached in for a slice. I yelled, "Here ducky!" I held out the slice of bread as a ducky ran towards me. I grew excited, as the ducky started eating from my hand. However, no one told me to throw the bread on the ground. So. as the ducky went to take a bite of the bread, it bit my hand. The first bite didn't hurt, so I laughed. I said, "Look mommy!" as she cried, "No Courtney!" As the ducky took another bite, it was harder, and so I began to cry. It was exactly like the video, "Ouch! Charlie bit me!" So I ran, terrified of the ducky. But as I ran for my life, I still had the bag of bread in my hands. The ducky chased after me, a ninja duck on the attack! And I have not fed ducks ever since.

Breakfast Line Hero (A Difficult Decision)

There I stood in line, counting, as one by one cut in line. And did anyone bother to say anything? No! Of course they didn't. I'm trying not to be stereotypical or anything, it's only a simple observation. All these guys and girls that were trying to be "Thug" or "Gangsta" or "Wangsta", would take one look at the line and go, "I ain't waitin' in no long line. They be straight up trippin'." (Even though the line is only 15 people long.) And would look for their "Homies" or "Bros", and once they located them near the front of the line, they would shout, "Hey yo, wassup?" And would do some secret handshake, and would then cut as they worked their way towards the front. Yet no one says a word. I have to wait in this line to get my food just like everyone else. I don't know what makes them all special, but because they cut line I have to wait even longer. Someone needs to tell them to take their ass to the back of the line. But no, everyone keeps quiet, no matter if they feel the same way I do. No one has the courageto be a breakfast line hero. They just wear their angry grins, and let them get away with it. I don't care if it will cause a scene, I will be that breakfast line hero! Well... Maybe tommorrow... I just don't feel like it today...