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She always was the compassionate one. Never said "no" to someone in need of comfort. That Messenger child always pulled through no matter what was happening in her own life. I do believe she loved that fancy writin' of hers. She called it poetry -- I call it nonsense. All that talk of flowers and remaining I never did understand. She'd go out in the rain just to experience the "feeling" and then stay up for hours writin' 'bout it. As much as she loved comforting people, she couldn't stand not laughing for long. Her best friends were kids that could make her laugh- and that always seemed to be boys somehow. "My one dream," she always told me, "is to see God." "It'll happen one day," I sez to her, "just you wait and see." I wonder if an angel can come down to tell me she's alright now that she's seen God. (9th grade) Life is like a colony of ants Working as one To move the skittles. Since seeing the shadow Of the shoe, scattering Did emerge as a valid escape. Sally slacks off and plays with Joe, But Susie and Steve work To further sustain their survival. Life is like a colony of ants Trying to trust in the world Never fully seen, even with their Tenacious turning and technology spread, Scrutiny of theology, and sustained supremacy of truth. Trying to explore their world as they know it, Their slight place in the stunning universe, So far never exceeding the limits of their boundaries Marked out by skittles. elements for an autobiographical poem (modeled after poem of the same name by Beatriz Badikian) (7th grade)i was born in the year of the willow my parents are believers in trusting in Him i was given my name because it is unique my parents took me places where i could learn and enjoy my mother made me clothes and tried to teach me to sew my parents told me i could be a hippie a librarian a designer i will leave my parent's home by way of collage and life Beth says i have metemorphosized from book worms i have a craving for smallsafewalls and books without words (modeled after some poem that I cannot find anymore) (7th grade) summer is a boring time you can read and watch tv and watch plants grow and get up early and get up late and clean your room or not your friends all live far away without a license to come over and shop and swim and play and so you sit there being bored counting until school starts and friends will play and work is done and you can't wait for summer to begin |
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