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1994 Ain’t Life Crazy(printed in
Lafayette High School paper “Imprint”) Ain’t life crazy? I think it’s quite
unfair, when you sit in a
blue wheelchair. Some people might
think I’m the happiest person on earth, but they don’t know
the real truth. I’m sick of feeling
sorrow. Is there any
happiness to borrow? I know people
sometimes feel this way, but I feel this
almost everyday. Ain’t life crazy? I think it’s quite
unfair, when you sit in a
blue wheelchair. I see happy couples
each day. Will I ever be able
to feel that way? If God really does
care, maybe there’s
someone for me out there! Why do I have to
feel this way, why can’t it all
just go away? Ain’t life crazy? I think it’s quite
unfair, when you sit in a
blue wheelchair. I know this is what
life’s about, but it still makes
me want to pull my hair out. Don’t feel sorry
for me. That would be like
trying to drink the sea. Ain’t life crazy? I think it’s quite
unfair, when you sit in a
blue wheelchair. 4/29/05 Why me?(I think) Published
at: Expressions ISBN:
(0-9743429-7-1) I’m just a visitor
here I don’t really
belong here I feel as time goes
by year by year. I try and try to do
something right, But in the end it’s
not worth the fight. I don’t know why
people want you to try, When in the end all
I feel like I should cry. How much more
rejection can one person take? It not just from
one, but all of Society,
makes me feel like
I am one big mistake. All I want to do is
contribute, but it’s such a
joke, because I can’t
even take care of myself. I thought by now
I’d fit in. How wrong was I, when will I learn, it’s just not in the cards for me? So what I’m I to
do? The only thing left
to, accept that I’m just
a spectator. Some helpless
thing, that nobody should
get their hopes for. 1995 Caterpillar Crawling and creeping every inch, As though he had not a care in the world. The top of the tree, is where he wants to be, Eating those luscious leafs. Round and rolling, Putting all his effort, Into stuffing his face. Loving every minute of it! Life is short, And so is he, Riding on a leaf of a tree! 1994 My Thoughts My thoughts like a
flower, in the spring fresh
and free, in the winter withered
and depressing. My the thoughts are
like a car, sometimes racing
fast, sometimes going
nowhere. My thoughts are
like songs, sometimes sweet and
uplifting, sometimes bitter
and sorrowful. My thoughts are
like school books, sometimes I
understand them, sometimes they are
mind boggling. My thoughts are
like rain, sometimes cool and
refreshing, sometimes cold and
harsh. My thoughts are
like the wind, always whipping
around unpredictably. 1995 Rumpelstiltskin A girl could spin
gold. A girl was told to
spin gold, for the King. A girl got locked
up for, shiny gold. But the girl had
lied, and oh how she
cried, to get out. Until a little man, came into the plan, to help her. A girl did not
morn, when she offered her
first born, to the little man. Along came the day, when she had to
pay, She was torn, and set out to get
her first born, back from the
little man. A girl gave a
squeal, when she heard of a
deal, to get her baby
back. They played a long
game, of trying to guess
his name, with no clue. A bird flew into
her ear, telling quite
clear, the little man’s
name. Saying it without a
care, He then jumped into
the air, and vanished! Silly Bird Poem Why oh why me? I’m stuck in a tree Help me I’m
falling, it’s you I’m
calling. I try but you can’t
hear me, please don’t say
that you hear me That’s not what I
want to hear, get out of here. Hey little bird, don’t you lay a
turd. I see your little
eggs, I wish I had your cock-eyed
legs. You fly so high, into the pockadoted
sky. You remind me of
jelly, flying through the
sky on your belly. Watch out for that
beebee, for it’s going to
hit thee. Uh oh it’s to late, this didn’t happen
by fate. He got you, poo poo. Hey you down there, it’s me up in the
air. Don’t be afraid of
me, I’m down on bended
knee. It’s time for me to
go, it was nice knowing you ho. |
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