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why i cant tell you

Why can’t i tell you how i feel it’s probably because i don’t know you that much but i want get to know you man why do i have to be shy it makes me want to cry that i dont have the courage to talk to you and get to know you makes me feel like little and weak and i know this is high school and i shouldn’t put so much energy and emotion but i can’t it’s o or 100 and i dreaded the answer because it’s usually,”can’t i only see as a friend”or“maybe when you lose weight’’ these answer felt like getting dommed by a stone and i’m like how can a person get owned and pwned and the same dang time or maybe i’m overthinking it and this person will say yes which would make me feel like the best than the rest and jump start my heart man i hope i don’t fart

I am a Dreamer

I AM a dreamer.
I WONDER wonderful things.
I HEAR voices inside me, talking in my dreams.
I SEE angels helping.
I WANT nothing more.
I AM a peaceful dreamer.

I PRETEND nothing, for everything is real.
I FEEL very peaceful dreamer
I TOUCH the clouds in my dream.
I WORRY not much.
I CRY only happy tears.
I AM a peaceful dreamer.
I UNDERSTAND almost anything.
I TELL myself “I can…”
I DREAM of anything and everything.
I DESIRE to meet the angels.
I HOPE for peace in the world.
I AM a dreamer.

 

“Ode To Popcorn”

Popcorn, popcorn, so buttery and sweet
To eat you all day would be such a treat
I could eat MILLIONS of you, all day and night
And eating MILLIONS of you is right
Popcorn at needed at every movie
Popcorn is needed while you’re watching TV
Popcorn is needed everywhere
Because popcorn is delicious, you can eat your share!
Popcorn, popcorn, could you taste any better?
The answer is YES! Just add some more butter
Popcorn, popcorn, with a taste that’s not small
If you could stand up and jump in my mouth,
that would be the best of all

 

Soccer

The wet grass squishes
with every step I take while
the ball skids towards me
as fast as lightning.
I tap the ball forward.
A defender sprints up.

I roll the ball to the side,
and the defender
opens up his legs,
asking for the meg.
I pass it between them
and run around him
while he spins around
on his new skates.

I see my teammate
in the middle of the field.
I send the ball to him
for a quick one two.
Now the ball
Is back at my feet.

The goal opens up its wide mouth
preparing for me to shoot.
I plant my right foot
and let my left foot fly
sending the ball to the top right corner.

The goalie reaches up
stretching out his enormous arms
to stop the rocketing ball,
but the ball curves
just out of his reach.

Goal.

 

Never-Forgotten Memories

 

I climb the hill.
I´m living on for days.
I meet the house.
I take a look around.

Tree´s brushing along.
The Earth giving me a cool breeze,
As I greet the door.
Pushed the door open,
Noticing a flea infested dog,
On the floor.

Wagging her tail back and forth,
Noticing fleas flying off,
Every second.

Shut the door behind me,
Emotions in my head filter me,
Should I keep it?
Should I call animal control?

Back and forth my head went.
My decision was correct.

Flea infested dog was just a dog.
Wonderful weather blew in.
New best friend.
Only for a little longer until.

I couldn’t tell.
Not now.
Maybe later.

Days flew by faster than air.
Fun memories created.
Happiness piled in.

Last day,
Worse and Best day.
Fun adventures, No longer.

Throwing luggage.
Closed car door.

I drove down the hill,
I once came up.
I check the mirror,
Seeing the saddest dog on the world,
Looking.
Staring.
Wondering if I’ll ever come back.

He’ll find my treat