Monday, October 22, 2007

My Name, What Is It

I am as old as human life
I've been used in praising
Come to me when you're lonely
I'll make you numb
The doctor once said
That a little of my red child was good

My grip is slow
But when I've got you
I'll aways have a hand around your throat

I'm best known for pickling your insides
Making you replace parts
If I leave you time
Destroying your brain is a talent of mine
I've made you kill others
In those metal boxes on those strips of black

I'll shelter you
But with a price
I maybe legal, but I'm deadly
So come to me
I'll give you hope
Then take it away

What is my name,
It you can remember my many children,
You'll know mine.


This wasn't the 300 word story I know, it was for health class

And please write you guess as a comment

Monday, October 8, 2007

What Are They?

Set low, but not underfoot
Standing on the hill
In their 5 story apartments

Spins exposed
But their guts still hidden
Tightly compacket, without a mine
For alone they'd be a colord pile.

Oh good Ms. Henten
Wise Lord Johnathen
Adventurous mother and son
Give life to them!
Sweet Nakajo
Give them love, warm our hearts
Dear grim Edgar
Give them chill, scare our dreams.

We love and hate
Treasure and fear you
So strong, but easily destroyed.

Monday, October 1, 2007

What I Should Have Said

He sat there a great big gray man
Asking over and over what day would be best

My mine raced telling me this wasn't right
That blond brat is at it again!
But my body is unwilling
To afraid of this great human.

'Thursday' my throat said
Making my brain scream
Calling me an idiot I had just doomed myself

I should have defend myself
Told of how she had maimed in the past
How she had hated me because of a friend she wanted
But no all I could give was a day that pushed me down

I had been the fool all this time
Thinking she was friend not foe
Sad, I held on to her so long
That day, her first try, I should have ran
But I was stupid and I'm paying for it.

I was terrified in that room
Though I only staid the hour
I will not be her friend anymore

My Life Changer Final

As a child I was happy
My voice rang clear and true
I sprang about laughing and smiling
Thinking life was suppose to be fun

But that was until I meet my hell
The name is simple; it comes out easily, unashamed - - school
Even now the word makes me ill
It makes my stomach hurt
I wish to run home and scream till nothing will come

I died there and a new dragon was hatched
The humans took my voice and broke my legs
My smile, they smudged

I had to shild myself
But couldn't find the strength
I was the wolf/mutt that no one wants
Dirty and emotionless
Unwhanted, dare I say - hated?

Empty for years and cold
My fire was locked away
Who can open that gilded box that I can't?
Then came the flaming black Raven
Her friend the slinking black cat with the icy eyes
And the black wolf from gym class

We understand the pain that hunts us still
We listen to the stories to ease our hearts and our fears.