With another person's secret, write a poem telling the story of that secret as if it were your own and addressing what you think about it. Play with form and structure. Remember, think about word choice and descriptions. Paint a picture in your reader's head.
If you are stuck, you could even look back at the secret as if you were older and wiser.
Good luck and be creative!
I feel like they’re always watching me
ReplyDeleteThose stupid little fish
I wish that they would just leave this world
That is my only wish.
I see them everywhere
I can’t seem to get away
I see those horrific little fish
Every time I go out to play.
Their slimy fishy scales
Scare me out of my wits
I can’t even stand thinking about them
The stress causes me to get zits.
I hate those little fish
I really really do
I hope it’s not wrong
That fish is my favorite dish.
Sometimes I question
ReplyDeleteHow could they give me up?
Why did they let me go?
Sometimes I ponder
Did they want me?
Was I a mistake?
Every day I long seeing them again
And would they take me back?
Would they run towards me and take me in their arms?
I do have parents
And do not take me wrong
I love them so much
But I don’t have my dad’s eyes
And I can’t have my mom’s laugh
I have a strangers features
But who brought me into this world
And what takes me out is irrelevant
I live like a normal kid
And I do normal things
But I have a secret
I’m adopted
Zak, Zak Bagans who gives me stress
ReplyDeleteI know his address
I know his phone number
I know where he takes his nightly slumber
Where he spends his spare time
Oh Zak is so sublime
Even though I know his each and every fact
He still doesn’t know that he is being tracked
I don’t know if he will ever find out
Because telling him is beyond doubt
All I do is follow him
The chances of getting caught are not very slim
I changed my schedule to be in his classes
But to make him not notice me, I wear dark shaded glasses
His Facebook page is the only website I’m on
I watch his Facebook for three hours and start to yawn
Regardless of my boredom I will never stop stalking him
If I don’t stalk him then the rest of my days will be grim
Zak, Zak Bagans who gives me stress
I know his address
Shhh… I have Secret
ReplyDeleteIt really is quite bad
It started out so innocently
It really doesn’t add
All I wanted was some gum
It wasn’t that great
I spent all my money on some shoes
I guess it was just fate
I walked into the Wells Fargo bank
To rummage for some cash
Then a brilliant idea popped into my head
The ideas began to Clash
I realized that my Bebe gun
Was hidden in my pack
It looked just like a real gun
With the color being black
I robbed that bank that day
And ran as fast as I could
I haven’t been caught yet…
It was all misunderstood
Shhh I have a secret,
ReplyDeleteIt's hard to share...but I don't really care,
Everyday from 8 to 10,
I break into the lockers of all the little men,
And search through their binders,
To see what I finders,
Then...I lick and lick and lick some more,
Until my tongue is tired and sore,
The binders and papers are dripping wet,
Try it! It is a sensation you surely will never forget,
The plastic taste is oh so good,
I would give a liver for that taste I swear I would,
Typically I go through 9 to 11 binders a day,
It is a piece of cake to break into the lockers hip hip hurrah!
The binders are back to normal,
Before the guys find anything abnormal,
Then I return to class with a smirk,
And get back to my schoolwork,
With the lingering taste of binder on my lips,
I forget all of my many hardships...
My parents did not want me,
ReplyDeleteIt may have been due to the pee,
They left me on the step of the station,
I was no longer their creation.
The boys took me in,
Down the pole I would spin,
It was all fun and games,
Except when fires needed to be tamed.
One spring day,
A man came to say,
That every child deserves a parent,
His intentions were apparent.
That day he took me home,
With plenty of room to roam,
I felt like I finally belonged,
I realized that I had been wronged.
Cloe! Good job! I like the story line!
ReplyDeleteThe Green Monster
ReplyDeleteBy Joe Redmond
There is a secret that breaks my soul
It is an impulse I cannot control.
I get the rumblies from time to time
I could have it for just a dime.
The creature breaks from inside me
Blistering with horrible acne.
My skin turns deathly green
This monster doesn’t want no protein!
I see the lust, the thing I need.
I might not get it; I have to proceed.
My shoulders bulge, large and burly;
They’re looking at me and my cookie.
Snatch it quickly before they know;
They’re trying to steal my precious dough.
There it is now, in my belly.
No longer am I huge and smelly.
People think I can handle it
ReplyDeleteI really really can’t
The stress grows and grows
I’m about to have a rant
I put on a smiling face when I walk into school
The kids look at me and know there is something I’m hiding
To keep my stress bottled up I must be a fool
An emotional rollercoaster I am riding
After I can’t take it I cry at home in my bed
I let it all out
I again have peace inside my head
It truly helps to pout
An emotional load has been lifted
No one can imagine the pain I endured
To have no stress is to be truly gifted
To have survived that battle I have undoubtedly matured
My life is back in order
I no longer live on the boarder
Excuses.
ReplyDeleteUsed to cover up my loser self,
My failures and weakness.
Why won’t anyone appreciate my uniqueness?
It tears away at me day after day
That I don’t have the strength to say
What’s truly beneath my
Life that is a lie.
When I don’t accomplish the greatness put upon me,
Excuses are the perfect key.
I never take the blame,
I give someone else the shame.
No one would ever guess,
My identity is a mess.
It’s killing me inside,
I don’t know how else to hide.
I make friends with the wrong sort of people
ReplyDeleteKnowing they will help me in my mission
The FBI trusts me to find the kids
That do the wrong sort of stuff
They are the druggies of the nation
The American way is being ruined
By these young foolish kids
My job to become one of them
And then when they trust me most
I let the cops know who the wrong sorts of kids are
And they get busted, but after a fresh start
Americans reputation is slowly being returned
And I am helping
The wrong sort of kids
To get a fresh start
And restore the reputation
Of the great and powerful America
I help make it clean, by pretending to be someone am not
I have a secret
ReplyDeleteI may seem like a normal kid,
I act like any other,
But when I’m on the internet
Without my dad or mother,
I download contraband galore,
Illegal hijacked files,
Government conspiracies
Eliciting denial,
Operating systems that
Have not yet been released;
Any kind of pirating,
The greatest or the least.
I take these files to a place
That oftentimes is hidden,
A store of sorts, a place to sell
All things that are forbidden.
I know it’s based in Switzerland,
That much I understand,
But if I said another word,
It surely would be banned.
Yes, I sell Illegal software
On the secret Swiss Black Market.
That is my little secret,
And I’m glad that you did hark it.
I wonder why this happened.
ReplyDeleteIt started out nice and right.
We were friends, buddies, and the best of pals.
Then he changed.
He was never the same.
Traps he set,
All baited for me.
I fell for some,
Giving me scars, both physically and emotionally.
I grew wise to his tricks,
I outwitted his plans.
But I cannot run,
Nor can I hide.
For he will get me
And I will suffer.
Why you ask?
I respond: I have an evil twin!
My mom jumped up and yelled
ReplyDelete“Hurray, look at me!
We’ve just won
We’ve won the lottery!”
We all danced around
We shouted with glee
All because of that lottery
We collected the cash
We started to spend
Each went their way
Round every turn and bend
We shopped all day
We shopped all night
We didn’t care whether it was wrong or right
We all loved our money
We began to grow apart
We cared not for each other
We should have stopped from the start
Dysfunction was rampant
The mood was gloomy
All because of that lottery
Looking back on it now
We shouldn’t have begun
Shouldn’t have entered at all
And continued having fun
I have a secret...
ReplyDeleteSparkles, hairspray, and glitter everywhere
Long pink dresses and big curly hair
Fake eyelashes and false teeth make me cringe
Hanging from headbands was long gold fringe
I never wanted to feel this pain
Never wanted to feel tied down by chains
My mother forced me to compete
Through my cries she dresses my feet
The announcer calls my name
I didn't want this to be my claim to fame
The pageant felt like it lasted forever
I snuck out feeling so clever
But then hearing my name
I was forced to walk back in, filled with shame
From age four to eight
I felt fake
My mother forced me into this beauty contest
I hated it even though I was the best
I’m the maker of his rap,
ReplyDeleteWithout me he wouldn’t be squat.
I drop the words in his lap,
He doesn’t give it a thought.
He makes the records and signs the deals,
I write his lyrics and hand them over.
He takes my credit like a robber steals,
But that’s okay he’s a stoner.
One of these days I will get my credit,
He will get what he should.
Yes, that’s right, I said it.
I’ve done all I could!
I’m a pro and a winner,
No, I’m not trying to pout.
I am who I say I am,
Now your secrets out!
Take that Emminem.
There is a man that you may know
ReplyDeleteHe walks the halls day by day
He runs the school
Through by through
And is never led astray
He goes by the name Mr. Booth
And lives for the principal name
And when it comes to catching crooks
To him it’s always fair game
He catches and finds
And brings to justice those crimes
In which the vandals did create
And when is all said and done
The school is pure from rebellious hate
Sure, you know this man
Everyone eventually does, too
But when you pay close attention
There is an obvious clue
Except for the obvious facts
There’s a secret that’s completely true
That man that you see every day
Is my father, too.
--Michaela McLeod
I wish that is was a normal kid
ReplyDeleteBut I can’t act that way
Every weekend to the mountains
And every single off day
Wake up early to get on the slopes
And spend there all day
Up and down time and time again
I study form and style for all my tricks
Every summer day I fly into a foam pit
Bumps and bruises cuts and scrapes
Are the price I pay
Icy hot is my best friend at the end of the day
But my final goal is within reach
Competing at the Olympics
Through pain and lost time with friends
The best I will become
We all know my infamous curls,
ReplyDeleteSpringing from my head,
When anyone would ask how my hair is curled,
This is what I said:
They are completely natural,
I had them since forever!
But no one really knows the truth,
Have I told anyone? Never.
But now it’s time that you all know,
The truth behind my believable show,
That these curls I have in my life,
Have brought upon me a lot of strife,
Because these curls aren’t real you see,
They are fake as fake can be,
The secret behind my exciting curls is that
I got a perm.
They broke their marriage vows
ReplyDeleteOf love through thick and thin
The anger and the pain
Comes out from deep within
The screaming and the yelling
Gets harder to ignore
Fighting through the days and nights
Leaves wounds open and sore.
You’d think they would consider
That their child feels it too
The plastic smile that I wear
Is it that hard to see through?
I guess I’ll go on pretending
That everything is fine
Though my whole life is divided
Split by an invisible line.
I wish,
ReplyDeleteThat the days I live are the ones I’m most beautiful,
That the person I see in the mirror is the one,
with a beautiful face,
a great smile,
and most of all,
a perfect body,
And as these days pass,
with the fruit of disgust passing,
That what I become,
is one that everyone will love,
That I will love,
No matter the cost of my loss,
The passing of these pounds,
The release of my consumed,
I see myself after,
and on the outside I smile,
but inside I still cry.
I am belemic.
I am the reincarnation of the god Vishnu
ReplyDeleteI balance the universe with my powers
Peace, love, and happiness is what I seek
Therefore it must be true
I was born with four arms
I am the creator and the destroyer
My face is blue like water filled clouds
Therefore it must be true
I can read your mind
I know your secrets and fears
I can make the impossible possible
Therefore it must be true
I can overpower any force
I am the balance between good and evil
My form knows no limits
Therefore it must be true
You see a smile
ReplyDeleteI feel the pain
You hear my laugh
Inside I’m going insane
The makeup covers me up
But the mirror does not lie
When it’s all said and done
I just want to break down and cry
To the world I’m the happy girl
But if they only saw my reality
I wouldn’t be such a precious pearl
I try to erase
As I wash the concealer away
Out comes my real face
The plastic beauty I possess
Is really just fake
I wish people knew
How my heart aches
The truth is…
ReplyDeleteThere be a clone in my life,
He looks exactly like me.
And when I lay in bed at night,
I 'fraid that he will smite me
One November night,
The thunder was so loud.
He came from that darkness,
Appearing through a cloud.
Although he has my features,
We are truly not the same.
It makes my life miserable,
My parents are to blame.
How could they betray me,
The son they know and love.
What is this blasphemy,
That cameth from above?
In the end talk is cheap,
Actions truly speak.
So tonight is the night, after all,
That the clone will reaped.
THIS IS HANNAH BAILEY'S!!!!!
ReplyDeleteI have a secret
I am not as confident as I seem
I sometimes hide
Behind a big white smile
Behind pretty hair and cute clothes
I hide behind the ability to “laugh it off”
I am not perfect
People don’t know what I feel when I’m not laughing
There is a judgmental little voice inside of me
Telling me everything I’m not
It tells me what I’m lacking
It tells me the things I will never achieve
It tells me all the mistakes I will make
Even though I laugh all the time
Even though I make jokes and smile
I’ m not the confident person I appear to be
I worry about what tomorrow will bring
I worry about the way I am perceived
I worry about what people might say
If they knew
I am not as confident as I seem
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ReplyDeleteWhen I was merely ten years old,
ReplyDeleteAttending the fifth grade,
I journeyed across the country,
Although my plane delayed.
I was here on secret business,
Of one I could not discuss,
It involved that of stretching,
And exercise was a must!
I was hurried through the streets,
To a warehouse, oh so big;
Rushed into a swarming crowd,
Of that involved my gig.
Spandex clothing covered all,
While colors swirled with such finesse,
Sweat bands, ponytails, in every corner
Was assigned for all workers code of dress.
The television team quickly got to work,
Designing every camera angle,
Instructed to be so precise,
Of that we were able.
After many takes,
And instruction from the director,
We were able to take a rest,
And talked with joyful blabber.
The fitness video was complete,
And for that we were thankful,
It took much hard work,
And now that it had finished we were oh so cheerful.
Although this film was quite a success,
And bid well in the business,
I had to keep it a secret like toys during Christmas.
My friends were a bad group
ReplyDeleteThey decided to coup
Against the police
Life became a death-spiraling loop.
As we loaded the gun
We drove past a nun.
My palms started to sweat,
And I was nervous, the deed still undone.
I drove close to the sidewalk,
Tommy made the gun cock,
We shot a policeman,
And ran away for many a block.
Looking back on that day,
There is nothing I can say.
I am ashamed of my actions,
A victim of foul play.
I have a little friend,
ReplyDeleteHiding in my locker.
People would think it's strange,
But it's really not a shocker.
He's just a little fish,
That swims around all day.
At night I take him home,
Because he likes to play.
It's really no big deal.
I just want a friend.
What's so bad about a fish,
That's with me till the end?
The end of the year that is,
My fish won't always be awake.
Next year I'll get a new pet.
I'm thinking, maybe, a snake.
My purpose in life
ReplyDeleteIs not to make money
But to cheer people up
And be very funny
A goal to pursue
A dream to live
All I want
Is to give
A gift they will receive
Not physically in their hands
But deep inside their hearts
The courageous hearts of the fans
I’ll use my time
Not to be cocky
But to be Dinger the mascot
For the Colorado Rockies
I grew up with Barney
ReplyDeleteI loved him so much.
He sparked imagination,
Kept me in his clutch.
Later on, as I grew older,
I discovered a fresh want;
On a vacation to Boulder.
When I saw his costume bouffant.
Dino bones were found;
That’s how he came along.
His purple stringy fur,
It is oh, so long.
I want that kind of hair,
It would make me feel so strong.
He braces the name of Dinger.
He holds the most important spot.
He wears the that amazing striped jersey.
I secretly want to be the Rockies Mascot.
Bark says the dog
ReplyDeleteMeow says the cat
I never hear these sounds
Squawk says the parrot
Squeak says the hamster
These sounds are never in my house
All my friends love to brag
About their fun-loving animals
And all that they can do together
But never will i go on a walk
Play fetch with a tennis ball
Or hear a bark when a car drives by
For I have a secret
A sad one at that
A secret that will make you cry
I have never had a pet
And the days go by
When I don't have man's best friend
I’m usually good,
ReplyDeleteBut this was a long day,
And I was hungry,
Hunger convinces you to do things,
Sometimes not the best of things,
Now I was very hungry,
So hungry I stole,
I stole a cookie,
It looked so good,
So I took it as fast as I could,
As fast as a cheetah would,
But now I feel the guilt,
The guilt that won’t let it go,
I will never forget that day,
I also won’t forget that cookie,
But I never will steal again,
Never, ever again
All Knowing
ReplyDeleteI have a little secret,
It’s here inside of me
It partakes in a truth
That really shouldn’t be
I haven’t learned in English
I haven’t learned in Math
My brain takes on the qualities
Of a genius psychopath
My grades aren’t all that great
I really do not care
I’ve got into a habit
That is really quite rare
I don’t care about the grades
I have the brain I need
To accomplish all I wanted
Any thought or deed
I know about the pharaohs
I know about the Greeks
I can cook anything
Even flambé de leek
This disease isn’t contagious
Narcissism isn’t so bad
Even with all the criticism
There is a lot to be had
I’ll never overcome it
Never extinguish this fearful stuff
I’ll take it to the grave
It’s really really tough
Stomachs by Troy Witonsky
ReplyDeleteMiss, Moritz its meant to be read like a rap.
I have two stomachs
It’s a deformity
I’m now shunned by society
I wish I was wanted I wish I was loved
But all they give me is a great big shove
No one wants a two stomach man
They want to deport me to the republic of Sudan
However they don’t realize how lucky I am
When their full and cant finish their lamb
I buy a croissant, make it supersized
cause my stomach is all subsidized
And now that im public and you all know
Ill have to pack up and go
Yea, im the two stomach man
They want to deport me to the republic of Sudan
The man cant handle my belly
Instead he wants me to go to hely
So now im out,
Its clear you don’t want me running about
Im of to the island of misfits
I hope you never visits
Yea, im the two stomach man
You all cant understand.
Alien Abduction
ReplyDeleteI have a secret
Last week I was riding my bike
A black SUV
Pulled up next to me
And my bike and I ended up in the back
They put a bag over my head and I started to hack
Later I woke in a sterile white room
And it had the feeling of a tomb
Then two weird creatures came in to see
What the full warp had done to me
Then I realized I was in the final frontier
And would be hunted by the aliens like a deer
They let me out of the room and into the woods
Over their heads they put hoods
With lazer targeting and heat vision sight
So I could not hide even at night
I had to hide and then make a stand
So that I could get home to Earth, to land
I hid in the river and overpowered one
And shot the other with his gun
I made it back to their ship
And took off for home
Maybe to describe my adventures in a very thick tome
When in trouble
ReplyDeleteWhen in doubt
"Rock the Casbah" is what I shout
After school I think its cool
To let my music be the rule
It sets me free just listening
Its like my world is glistening
Its insane
How it can stimulate my brain
Music sets me free
Just listen to the Beatles,"Let it Be"
Music is my escape
I don't believe
How it can relieve
My stress of the day
It simply goes away
What is your escape
What is your reprieve
What do you believe
Is the way to take a leave
From this crazy place
In this world where life's a race
Music is my escape
Not Me
ReplyDeleteYou may think that I am normal, but in fact I am not.
I am such a long way from normal, but you might never see
That the person who I am is not what you perceive.
What is normal but a child’s dream?
I find myself lost, though really I am not.
I am lost in conversation, but not in the usual way
My meaning often gets lost from my mind to my mouth,
My understanding often clouded by a different meaning.
I don’t understand the man who asks for the elevator
Because I am looking for the lift instead.
I spend hours looking for crisps,
When it is really chips I am searching.
When the construction worker said to use plaster,
I was quite confused
I pictured him bandaging up my house,
When of course that’s not what he meant.
I am puzzled by the sign “no solicitors”
Unable to imagine why lawyers are so unwanted.
Everyone here waits for mailman
Not I, I look for the postman.
When the teacher told me to line up,
I did not understand,
For of course I was waiting
For the command to queue up instead.
I have to be very careful,
Not to lose control,
For if I do you just might be able to tell
What it is that sets me apart from you.
For the truth is that I do not want to be
A loner, a weirdo, the odd one out.
I do not want to be remembered
As snotty, for that’s not really me.
You may think that I am normal, but in fact I am not.
I am such a long way from normal, but you might never see
That the person who I am is not what you perceive.
What is normal but a child’s dream?
I have a secret to tell
ReplyDeleteIt’s very hard to say
I’ve finally decided to yell
That I am in the CIA
The Central Intelligence Agency
Is where I do my work
When my victims beg for mercy, I have a tendency
To just show them a smirk
I travel to faraway lands
Looking for my prey
I’m just following my commands
I know it sounds cliché
I just try to live a normal life
Though it is quite hard
I hope to live without strife
And have a picket-fence yard
My dream is far away
And I will continue to fight
Spy, lie, and betray
Just to give my country insight
I have a secret to tell
It’s very hard to say
I’ve finally decided to yell
That I am in the CIA
He tries to be smooth
ReplyDeleteBut never succeeds
And ends up falling
Maybe even bleeds
Scotty is spastic
Even playing COD
With his giant head
He is very odd
He is like a dog
In ways you can't show
And all of us say
Scotty doesn't know
I should be happy
But since I am not
I feel bad because
I make fun of Scott
With your words,
ReplyDeleteI see the color purple.
With the chirp of the birds,
I see the color yellow.
Each sound is a color.
Each one different,
But not by choice.
And the colors keep moving
With the sound of your voice.
Then the sound fades
The colors stand still.
And they turn into shades
And those shades disappear
Similar to the sound.
Some call it magical
I call it my gift.
Because when you speak,
I see the color of a mountain's peak.
This is my secret.
I am synesthetic.
As I lay awkae in bed,
ReplyDeleteI remember in my head,
That after we were unwed,
My ex-husband said:
I would soon be dead. . .
Then it came to me,
I peered over my bed and what did i see?
I saw that lottery ticket,
Just looking at it gave my bones quite the ricket,
It's a heavy load,
But the fear of my ex-husband forebode,
I could not cash it in,
To my ex-husband it would be a deathly sin,
It's a whooping one million dollars,
I would jump into that pile of money and take a swim,
But the thought of my ex-husband is much too grim,
There is no way I can win,
Oh well. . . I guess I will throw it in the bin.
Let's keep this on the down low,
ReplyDeleteBecause Beatles news always creates a show.
So cross you heart and hope to die,
And i'll tell you the truth about, "All My Lovin"
Not a lie.
Paul had swooned me from the start.
I gave him my whole heart.
Every moment together was indescribable,
I saw life now as a cup half full.
It was a tragedy that he had to leave,
His hair through my fingers was like sand slipping through a sieve,
No longer would his fingers be intertwined
With mine.
I was lonely and dreaming of seeing him again.
Then the phone range around ten,
“Close your eyes and I'll kiss you”,
Paul was serenading me over the line,
“Tomorrow I'll miss you”,
This was a good sign,
“Remember I'll always be true”,
Darlin’ that’s me too.
“And then while I’m away
I’ll write home every day
And I’ll send all my loving to you”.
His words so sweet,
That’s the song that many girls have listened to while sitting on the
edge of their seats.
And our little secret is,
“All My Lovin”
Paul McCartney wrote for me.
*Quotations are lyrics from the Beatles' song, "All My Lovin", written by Paul McCartney.
My family is now complete
ReplyDeleteBut it has not always been this way
Because my brother is not from the U.S.A.
You see, many years ago
We traveled far and wide
My small family of three
Sailed the high sea.
Our search of all the land
And all the planets, unmanned
Ended soon after
Our trip to the Rio Grande.
The raging river spit out
A boy, small and stout
And by then we had no doubts
That the object was not a trout.
So we took him along,
Our families to combine
After a signing on the line.
Although we may look alike,
My brother was adopted
On that fateful day in the sun
My family of three plus one
Took in another son.
Now this is not news to share
Don’t shout it through the air
Because my brother doesn’t know
That he’s not my real bro.
I wore a mask
ReplyDeleteIt was all for show
Shiny, sparkly, black and gold
A masquerade ball, it really was
As I crossed the threshold, I felt the buzz
I had thought
It would be nice
To glide through a high school hallway
Like skating on thick ice.
It was said that fair is foul and foul is fair
And now I see that this is true
In only one direction though
Is this thought on cue.
Thick ice is thin ice, and
Even with the surest trust
One must wait
To ensure fate
As even the best may be robust.
I changed the real me
It didn’t appear to be that difficult, you see.
I said some words
They now make me fret
I took a sip
Oh, the feeling of regret.
I didn’t stop
I hung around
With people that were clowns
I made a choice
I drove my car
He was with me!
I felt like a star.
The night in lights had seemed so bright
But afterwords
I was filled with fright.
I thought it would feel so different then
And now it hurts me to remember where I’d been.
This mask, it stuck
I made it just in time.
It was not possible to simply pluck it off,
To easily
Confess the crime.
I did however
Show my face
One of passion, morals and grace
And finally I found my place.
I don’t know if anyone will forgive me,
I don’t know if I will forgive myself
But the truth is you see,
I chose to have plastic surgery.
Two murders I did witness
ReplyDeleteI wish I had seen less
Of course I had to see it all
From the shot to when they did fall
I witnessed for the court
So my family moved to a new fort
We moved to Colorado
Where there is lots of snow
The mountains are my new home
Where we nearly live alone
We will have to move another time
But in the mean time I will climb
Through the mountains and the hills
Because I saw these two kills
I guess this move is not too bad
Because the mountains make me un-sad
Shhh but…I’m a Shopaholic!
ReplyDeleteI am obsessed
I must confess
I like to buy and buy and buy
And I just don’t know why
It’s CBD (compulsive buying disorder)
My rents agree
‘You’re infected!’
My brother suspected
The shirts, jeans, and many shoes!
Like an alcoholic with his booze!
Money burns a hole
It gets me on roll
I clinch my fist
I can’t resist!
That would look so good upon my wrist!
Please assist I can’t resist!
An outsider on the inside,
ReplyDeleteNo one knows but me,
While all my friends are hangin’ out
I’m under a shady tree
A secret that they’ll never guess
Is what defines the girl that is me
That sad lonely girl
Over there under that shady tree
When everyone is in the pool
I like to sit outside and watch
To pretend I have a perfect life
When really, I do not
Others may make fun
Of who I really am
But I know that I’m not perfect
So to me, I’m just me
-SydneyM
Some people wanna be a teacher,
ReplyDeleteOthers dream of being a preacher.
Not me though,
I don’t flow with the status quo.
I wanna play the tuba.
I wanna play it in Cuba.
The tuba is my true passion,
I surely don’t want to get into fashion.
I started playing when I was nine,
My mom forced me, and I said “FINE”.
And now here I am,
Getting a gig with a band.
Maybe someday I’ll be world known,
I’ll play on stage, completely in my zone.
But until then,
It’ll be just me, Ben.
Needle in a haystack.
ReplyDeleteWhy don’t I fit in?
I’m a needle in a haystack, just a little pin.
When other look at me they see, they see my abnormality.
They see little me sitting without friends, but none have the courage to take a chance and talk to me.
That reputation, that delicate little thing balanced on a pin
Why must it always win?
Normality, normality it has so many enemies.
Me, who stays aloof and quiet but almost never frozen.
I see a lot, but not enough, my abnormality.
It hangs over me like a hood of invisibility
I’m like a needle in a haystack, just a little pin.
My friends have all left me
ReplyDeleteAnother night all alone
No missed calls, no new texts on my phone
Sometimes I wish it could all be redone
Back to when we used to have fun
Sometimes i sit back and remember
When we would hang out back in september
I could be out on the town
But now i sit at home feeling down
Can anyone hear me?
I sit here and cry softly
As i see my old friends in the hall the next day
I think to myself when did my life go away
All my friends have left me
Another night spent alone
Just another night spent alone in my home
I have a little secret
ReplyDeleteThat i barely can contain.
Can I trust in you to keep it
Because it's driving me insane.
On the exterior lies an uninterested face,
Not motivated to learn,
But if you hand a good book to me,
That exterior you can burn
A book is an escape from reality,
A time to just relax.
If you find and amazing book,
Reading is a knack.
A book by the pool,
Laying under the summer sun,
Just about proves
Reading can be quite fun!
I have a secret...
ReplyDeleteI know this may be hard to beleive
But my stalking skills have been over achieved
I'm in love with a boy named Lucas
But lets keep this on the down low.
Each day i search the trash for tissues covered in his mucus.
And when he's not looking,I pull hairs out of his frow.
I stare at him
and follow him home
Oh how makes me weak in each limb.
And under my pillow belongs his comb.
I watch him in the halls
I know his class schedule by heart
I collect his sweat off the gym room walls.
Oh Cupid please come hit him with a love dart.
I have a secret...
Oh man im in love.