true

Sitting, waiting. I was bouncing up and down. Out of control. I see you and at the moment, I don’t care. We ask to sit at our spot. We walk. I bounce, you watch. Lights out the night starts. Five dollars paid a heart in return blue ink bleeding into my skin. I turn and bounce as I wait for my girls to pay. Their hands get marked and I’m out of sight, already asking for my first can. They follow, as do you. At the moment all I can see is a small can with my escape sloshing around inside. I open and I chug. My veins react to this old friend. Poison drips in and the night truly begins.

Last night I swam, fully clothed, in the estival springs of Walden Pond. The water was smooth and relented easily when my callused feet interrupted its surface. My lungs swollen, I stepped myself down, into the clean waters, my denim hems rustling soundlessly on the pebble-studded bottom. I kicked up, mermaid-style, muted gales billowing my pant legs and inflating my t-shirt.

I fan my arms, and concentric ripples appear, cresting each in a soft anticlimax, my unassuming form squarely and soundly their epicenter. I raise my face; the sun assaults my tender eyes, and I slide them leniently closed. A boat motors purposely by, but I lie still, unthreatened.

At last, whole.

Dewiness of the massacred day balances the reality of what lay
Unshaven sharp looks from the fallen hero
Contorting paths made his arrangement final
Reach his death to die a happy man
Was his only choice before they decided
To take down his black and white profile upon a thrown of headlining legends
He was once on top of a world broken and sorrowed
Brang joy to peoples faces when they were bout to pull the trigger
Soon did he realize happiness fades and superhero’s cant always have capes
Which is why his phosade diminished into his soul
Leaving everything he thought was in control
On the edge of the 15th story
To make another headlinging chronicle

When he called, I almost hung up because I thought he was a telemarketer.

Oh how I hope
That my
sad
Little wishes
Would someday
Be granted,
That
My knight in shining armor
Appears,
At least have someone
Like me,
For me
Or that
I someday
have the
Perfect
Body type,
Or
That I manage
To get into
College,
Or that
I even spell
College
Right
On my application.
Maybe,
That I even catch
A crayfish
By tomorrow,
Or maybe,
That I could
Fit in

I always dream about going on a date,
Especially with you.
I dream about going to the movies,
Or out to dinner,
On a hike,
Something.
Just you and me.
So when you dream about the same things,
Just tell me
So both of our dreams can come true.

*ok, this is sort of a joke between apples and I... It's really weird because, well, it just is.*

My only true friends
Are the rats that live in the trashcan.
My only true friends
Are the shadows in my head,
The bacteria that live inside my intestines.
My only true friends
Are the rejected and discarded pencil shavings
That have fallen on the floor,
The lost knee socks

The life of a ten year old farmer

Ok, most of you city kids might think that farming is easy. Put a milking machine on a cow, take it off then you are done. Well your wrong! My life started out like this. I was 1 year old when I first went down to the barn with my mom. By the time I was four I was spending just about all the time in the barn.

Got Ya!
A true, true, story that is really true. Truly. [It’s true.]
Last December, I really pulled the wool over my mom’s eyes. And very tight, too.

If I was president I would make a law that all companies have to make there rappers out of recycled plastic, paper and glass. That would cut the waste of plastic, paper and glass in the landfills.

This is the tale of the one that got away. My favorite place to fish is my grandpa’s dock in Eagle Bay, New York.
Three ago in the summer I was fishing on my grandpa’s dock when I hooked a foot long fish. The fish starts to drag me off the dock and into the lake!

Ghosts
Have you ever seen a ghost? Would you ever want to see a ghost? Well, here are some real life ghost stories.
It all started when I was paired with a “Big” from the
Big Brothers and Big Sisters program, a program that allows kids and adults from the community to hang out with each other each week. My “Big’s” name is Carol and her roommate’s name is Becky.