"Gwen,Gwen,Gwen!" Ms.Barton detto as I was asleep in history class."What?" I detto when I woke up."had a nice dream?" "S-sorry Ms.Barton,it won't happen again"."let's hope not." She said. When the campana, bell rang to go to lunch,my best friend,Marlon came up to me."What happend back there?" Marlon asked.To tell te the truth,I've always had a crush on him.I always had a feeling he liked me back."Nothing,nothing at all,i was just dreamin." "What about?"he asked with a smile."I'm not telling you!" I detto with a smile.When we went back to class,Ms.barton wanted to talk to me."Gwen,you have been sleeping in my class far to long". "sorry Ms.B,I havent been myslef lately." I detto with a frown."OK,first of all,dont call me "Ms.B",and te must go to sleep on time." She detto with a light smile."sorry,it hared to fall a sleep in my house." well then...ther is only one thing to do...you need to,wake up..."
Is it possible to fall in Amore with someone you’ve never met
Your only knowledge stemming from information you’ve seen o read
Before I knew of his existence I would have stated no
Yet the first time I saw him my cuore begged to never let go
It isn’t rational
o logical
Though Amore rarely is
I can’t make my cuore stop wishing that I held his
And I know it's stupid and silly to believe
In some kind of fairy tale
The perfect prince for me
But every time I see that smile
I can’t help but feel
That one giorno we could share
A Amore that is real
Your only knowledge stemming from information you’ve seen o read
Before I knew of his existence I would have stated no
Yet the first time I saw him my cuore begged to never let go
It isn’t rational
o logical
Though Amore rarely is
I can’t make my cuore stop wishing that I held his
And I know it's stupid and silly to believe
In some kind of fairy tale
The perfect prince for me
But every time I see that smile
I can’t help but feel
That one giorno we could share
A Amore that is real
19 December
It's been almost a anno since Freak died. For a while, people always used to say to me, "I'm sorry." I hated that. I yelled at them, "Feel sorry for Freak! I'm still alive!"
They shouldn't feel sorry for me. Freak taught me what it meant to walk tall. He tought me that remembering is only an invention of the mind, and if te try hard enough, te can remember anything. I try to remember everything Freak told me; and sometimes, it works. Then it slips away.
For a while after Freak died, I went back to being the critter hiding out in Down Under. Then one day, it hit me, and hard. If I had died, I wouldn't want Freak to do what I was doing. I would want him to continue Freak The Mighty.
And that made all the difference.
I try to make Freak proud; maybe I'm even succeeding. I just know that Freak changed the way I saw things, and I owe him that much; to keep Freak The Mighty alive.
-Max-
It's been almost a anno since Freak died. For a while, people always used to say to me, "I'm sorry." I hated that. I yelled at them, "Feel sorry for Freak! I'm still alive!"
They shouldn't feel sorry for me. Freak taught me what it meant to walk tall. He tought me that remembering is only an invention of the mind, and if te try hard enough, te can remember anything. I try to remember everything Freak told me; and sometimes, it works. Then it slips away.
For a while after Freak died, I went back to being the critter hiding out in Down Under. Then one day, it hit me, and hard. If I had died, I wouldn't want Freak to do what I was doing. I would want him to continue Freak The Mighty.
And that made all the difference.
I try to make Freak proud; maybe I'm even succeeding. I just know that Freak changed the way I saw things, and I owe him that much; to keep Freak The Mighty alive.
-Max-
Sitting right where te are
te have no claim on me
I know my own path
I am my own guide
te are nothing to me
No matter how te try
What do te care?
If I'm not doing it right
I'm not following you
I know my own path
I am my own guide
te don't know me
No matter how te try
Why are te here?
te know I don't want you
I told te to leave me
I am my own path
I know my own guide
te can't mold me
No matter how te try
Why do I feel compelled to write angsty poetry? I swear I'm not even that angsty. lol Oh well, I hope someone out there enjoys it.