Lost, New girl part four

Sitting there in the classroom looking around you.

You can't focus. 

Nothing is happening around you, just people sitting there being focused. 

Every time you try to focus you can't, something always pops in your mind. 

You’re gone the second something new pops in your head, lost in your thoughts. 

Nothing seems real when you're just lost, lost in your thoughts. 

Just sitting there staring off into space.

 Everything you could ever think of pops into your mind at that moment. 

Nothing to keep you from floating away and getting lost.

Everything you could ever worry about is pushing on your shoulders like a twenty pound weight.

The weight on your shoulders almost too much, you are about to crack. 

Just crack, and let all the weight crush you.

No one there to help you hold up this giant weight.

Crush you, your hopes are just floating away.

See how my mind wanders, told you.

Lost 

Lost in your thoughts 

Nothing to keep you from floating away and getting lost 

Funny Christmas Jokes

Who is Santa's favorite singer?
Elf-is Presley

Why was Santa’s little helper feeling depressed?

 Because he had low elf esteem.

What do you get if you cross Father Christmas with a detective?

Santa Clues!

What nationality is Santa Claus?

North Polish

What’s Santa’s dog’s name?

Santa Paws!

What did Mrs. Claus say to Santa Claus when she looked up in the sky?

Looks like rain, dear!         (I did not make this )

Funny Christmas Quotes

Hey guys I have been looking for some funny Christmas quotes, here is what I have found

 

 

Frozen, The New Girl part 3

Frozen

The cold around you, the snowflakes circling your head. 

You walk inside the school it's just like the people around are circling you like you're not there. It seems like people are just walking through you, not noticing your existence.

To make you get through the day, you see everyone as snowflakes, just floating around you.

At the end of the day, you go back outside, and you just stand there in the snowflakes.

Frozen  

Nobody knows who you are. You still get surprised when people know your name even though the year is almost over. 

Walking in the hallway, people around you, you close your eyes, open them...

Frozen

The End

Something so powerful 

Picks up your whole 

Town,

And everything goes down. 

The wind 

Forces its way 

Through the ground,

And what is there to do know. 

Hold me tight, and know your not going through this alone. Wipe the tear off your face you need to Know we are safe. As I walk outside, nothing is the same. Change can be a scary thing......

The Cyberbully Part 1

Lindsey, the meanest girl on the internet. She always had to say her opinion about someone or something. No boundaries for that girl.

Lindsey: Did she get her clothes out of the garbage.
Cole: I bet.

My name is Samantha, I get bullied by Lindsey a ton on the internet. When she bullies me, it is always on Clickers. Yeah, I know it's a weird name, but it is a way for me to see what Lindsey is saying about me. One day, this guy tried to follow me, he look really good. His name is James. Of course I will accept his follow request. I told him EVERYTHING, even things I don't tell my best friends. I'm guessing he knows me the best now, because my friends don't know the stuff I tell him.

Samantha: Why would you say something like that about me, James?!
Lindsey: Good one, James. I think Samantha would do that. And she did!
Samantha: James, don't say things about me that are not true! Why would you do that!?
Lindsey: Admit it, Samantha, I know you did, for a FACT.

I started to cry because they are saying things that are not true. My mom came up to my room, and told me to delete the Clickers app so I don't get bullied.

No, I did not delete the app, because I'm going to get back on Lindsey.

Samantha: Lindsey, you are such a jerk, no one likes you.

Welcome Home

With no hope in mind

With no light in the crevices

With no guidance to get where you're going

With nobody beside you to tell you it's okay...

You're not home

Creek...Crack...Swoosh...Crash

Is the sound it makes while rocking

Creek...Crack...Swoosh...Crash 

Is what you hear when the waves come knocking 

Many tears are shed, when the news they're gone goes by

And only until they're declared dead 

Can anyone TRULY cry

Here on the ship I sit... alone

And no one is by my side

Poor Peter, poor James, poor... me

I'm just sitting all... alone

The only place to be in times like this, is in your mind

Yet, even in your mind

(The PERFECT getaway)

you are still sad

When all news has spread 

About how he's probably dead

He weeps...

on his boat...alone

until his ship...

sees home

Hurrah, Hurrah!

He's home once again

But wait...

Where is he?

Gone.

Dear Peter James,

Welcome Home.

R.I.P

Sleep well

I will miss you

See you in the next lifetime

Loving... husband. Sailed around the world for... me. Alone. Welcome home!

Faces

 she wore a thousand faces

all to hide her own

-ATTICUS

 She wore a thousand faces, just to hide her own. The 24 surgeries she went through to make her look better never worked, all they did was add a little more to the mess on her face. At least, that is what people said, as she walked through the halls of a harsh middle school life. 

I have always liked her, she was the light shinning in the darkest times. Never once did I think to call her ''ugly'' or ''gross''. I thought she was beautiful, but it's not like that matters. I am a popular girl, she is not. To be her friend, that's all I wanted. I didn't want to influence her the way I did, but it's too late. The path she took is over. I don't know if I'm the reason she changed the way she did, but I will forever remember her...

 and all the faces she wore.

How Polar Bears Got to Canada...

In the cold coast of Antartica, There was a Polar Bear named Lairden.

He was wandering through the cold ice bergs, when he saw a ship.
Onto the ship he wandered.
The loud engines started!
Then out of no where he fell down.

He decide he would just go to sleep.

Next thing he knew, he was in the warm waters of "Miami."

He thought, What a fun change, I could live here for ever.

It was hot, sticky, and there were things called alligators.
Then he decided that ''Miami" was not for him.

So, he decided to go back home.
He rented a blimp and started the long way back.

He saw snow!
He thought that was a quick trip home.

Then he felt it, he ran out of gas.

Then he started to fall out of the sky.
Smack!
He hit the ground.

He looked, 
There was a sign that said “C*A*N*A*D*A”
But he did not think much of it.


He thought it was home and went on with his life.

I’ll always be there for you 😊

This is about someone very special to me that I haven’t seen in a long time. Then I finally saw him again, and I’ve started to miss him so I made this poem-ish thing because I miss him.

I hope you like it.

Before I found you again, I was broken.

 Now that I have you, I’m fixed. 

Even after seeing you, I’m still going to have scratches.

 I’m not going to be perfect, I never will be perfect.

Nobody is perfect anyway, but I can promise to always be there for you.

At the times when you need me to be there for you, to always have your back, I will be there.

I would never leave you behind, will always have you in my heart, forever never letting you go.

There are some things I can’t promise.

 The things I can't promise to you; to always be happy, to always make the right decision, or stay out of trouble. 

The things I can’t promise to you are the things that are the easiest thing that I could promise.

 It’s the easy things that seem hard, but it’s just your head over thinking it.

When I’m with you, most of anything doesn’t seem so hard to do.

 When I’m with you I’m always happy, always making the right decision, and always staying out of trouble. 

When I’m with you, it feels like I could do anything. Things that seems too hard becomes way easier, because I know I could trust you that and you’d always be there for me

Someone very special to me sent me this song and I cry every time I listen to it because it reminds me of my memories of us together, so I would like to share the song with you if you want:

The Land Where No One Dies

The Land Where No One Dies
The land where no one dies. 

Where no one dies at all. 
Beyond the crystal forests, and behind the silver hills. 

Behind the moonlit waterfall. 

Where the music is the sound of children’s laughter, and the games they play all day. 
The shops with sweets,

And lots of treats,

Where no one has to pay. 

What lies beyond is just a skip further.

And the waves at the hidden bay. 

Where the water babies splash and swim.

Without any despair. 

And beyond those cerulean waves,

lies the mermaids’ lair. 

With golden hair, and the sweetest of songs,

the ocean secrets are never wrong. 

Back into the trees, and beyond the mist,

Sits the castle tall and grand. 

And if you whistle in tune with the wind, 

unicorns, and creatures of all sorts,

will come to you just like this. 

With golden gowns, and sapphire shoes, and bejeweled cloaks, and flowered crowns. 

In this land where no one dies, 

you will enter this realm when you close your eyes.

Writing, Reading, and Rhyme

Reading is rhyme.

Reading takes time,

But most of my time can be free.

The freedom to read is a wonderful thing,

Unless you are stuck in a community with no books at all.

Authors get famous.

A book got read, 

Because of the guy named Ted.

By the time you go to bed, Ted could be dead. 

Books are my ideas,

Roaming in my head, 

With rhyme in mind.

Rhyme may take time,

So please don’t waste it.

Don’t mind the time,

Because it’s worth a dime.

Your ideas aren’t original, they’ve said to a now famous author.

They said he wasn’t the smartest, yet he won many Nobel Prizes.

I’ve been told to get fresh ideas, but I’ve got nothing in mind.

So I’ll write you a poem to make up for some time.

Do not worry.

Now I can bet I’ve lost some time already.

I’m late,

I’m late,

I’m late.

Embracing Difference

What is the world with out difference?
Is the world really this bad with all this difference?
If we we’re
 all the same, wouldn't it be boring?


I think so. 
We should embrace difference.
Love each other for this.
This should not stop us from being friends with somebody.
We are all different in some ways.

If that is hobbies, sports teams, or even our choices in clothing.
They may be people who have the same hobbies or opinions,
Always there will be something special about you.

You should be proud of it.
Not try to hide it, 
But be proud of it!

Bulb Head

                                  The thoughts, the actions, they are all connected some how, some way. I named the title bulb head because I believe in the thoughts that leave and come out. I believe that our thoughts should be treasured, not pushed away. So when you get an idea, treasure don't push away. 

Flash Fiction

As the boy plays in the wet leaves,

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He finds a tree with peas on it,

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The peas start to slowly open,

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The little balls start to roll out.

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As the boy lays down trying to find the peas,

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He finds little rocks instead,

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So he put the rocks in the pea blanket instead of the peas.

∞

Popularity contest

 Is it just me, or am I the only one that notices that everywhere we go there are rankings, and I don’t like some of them. Like the mean popular girls, they can be very hurtful towards you. So are they popular, or not popular. We make them believe they are, that’s how we make them popular. When we take them down, and make someone nice popular, I don’t know like me (in my dreams )

Anyways, really guys, why do we let them take over everything. I mean, they don’t let us be us. We suffer, and we have to be the stuck up punk. Sometimes I  know it’s a strong word, but sometimes we really act like that, and the worst part ,we do it so much we don’t even know we do it.

 Sometimes you’re nice popular, like me, but I’m not that popular, I want to know everyone in the school’s name. I know I won’t accomplish that, but that is okay. I don’t do anything so people will like me, but I’m just nice. That is the best popular.  I don’t have to manipulate pepole to make them my friends, I just make them feel good and then they just get drawn to me.

 I’ll let you sit with that.

 So guys, I’m gonna start this thing where you ask me a certain question, and I’ll write about it. I think that would be a fun thing where we can bond and get to know one another. So if you have any questions about how I see perspectives of things, hair and school work, and things like that. That will be cool.

And today’s quote is: “ Here’s to the girls who don’t wake up with perfect hair. And who do not mind eating a big Mac instead of the salad.  And who do not wear 50 pounds of makeup. And rather spend a day in sweatpants and skinny jeans. Who love the comfort of T-shirts.   Who don’t get all the guys.   But aren’t popular, but feel like it when they’re only with their friends.  And you stick to sneakers and instead  of heels.  Who aren’t  afraid to break a nail. Who don’t always get their own way. Who don’t get everything they always want.  Who don’t need a guy to tell them they’re beautiful . Here’s to all the girls that are just like me.”-unknown

Don’t worry guys, I have one for you too: “ The  greatness of a man is not how much wealth he acquires, but his integrity, and his ability to affect others around him positively “ -Bob Marley



So be the best you, you can be!

Storm

People think that running away from things that scare you, solves your problem. It doesn't, I should know. My grandfather was born into an awful life. All he did was run, run from the storm that always happened at night inside his own home. He ran in the morning, when he had found that the storm had cooled, because he was worried that he might be caught in a new one. He ran home, to keep a storm from happening. There was only one place he knew where the storm could not reach him. It was an old apple tree. It had alway been there. The greatest part was that the storm didn't know about it. It was place that was safe, the storm never saw him.

 But he could always see the storm.