It's time... for class to begin
I walk in late
And...
the creaky desk was the only one open
Doesn’t matter.
I would have chosen it anyway.
To feel love
(True love)
From even one person,
Is what I long for most
And to those
Who receive that love from me—
Are less forgiving
To me, the creaky desk in the corner
Is
Beautiful
And unafraid to
Show us
What it truly is,
To me, it truly is
Wanted!
Friday, February 23, 2018
Thursday, February 22, 2018
What am I?
I watch over the people in the park.
See them talk, play, running...
I get farther and farther away from them
every second
They look up and see me move in different shapes
They call out, "Look it's dog, and that one is a heart"
Some of them think I am a fluffy cotton candy ball.
I have been all around the world
I've seen many memories that have been made
by the people.
I watched him pop that big question
that she has been waiting for.
I've seen her come back with a baby.
Sometimes I don't reach the top of the mountains
I live far up in the sky,
away from the other people.
Sometimes I like it when the people touch me.
See them talk, play, running...
I get farther and farther away from them
every second
They look up and see me move in different shapes
They call out, "Look it's dog, and that one is a heart"
Some of them think I am a fluffy cotton candy ball.
I have been all around the world
I've seen many memories that have been made
by the people.
I watched him pop that big question
that she has been waiting for.
I've seen her come back with a baby.
Sometimes I don't reach the top of the mountains
I live far up in the sky,
away from the other people.
Sometimes I like it when the people touch me.
The Music Truth
Long and emotional,
that’s the things I can hear.
Emotional and descriptive,
that’s how they get to me.
Descriptive and intriguing,
that’s how their written.
Loud,
it stays that way until the end.
Memorized,
always stuck and sung in your head.
Powerful,
gives you meaningful messages.
Long, emotional, descriptive, intriguing, loud, memorized, and powerful.
No matter what adjectives you use, they give the reason to enjoy it.
that’s the things I can hear.
Emotional and descriptive,
that’s how they get to me.
Descriptive and intriguing,
that’s how their written.
Loud,
it stays that way until the end.
Memorized,
always stuck and sung in your head.
Powerful,
gives you meaningful messages.
Long, emotional, descriptive, intriguing, loud, memorized, and powerful.
No matter what adjectives you use, they give the reason to enjoy it.
Gun shots
I never knew you.
I never saw you.
I had dreams that you came to me,but shake the thought away— just go play.
I’ll never know the sweet voice that would have calmed my sweet head.
Left.I left you for my safety if only I could remember you.
Then 35 35was the number of years you will live but 1 shots to the head
Death ,
Death
Will be the end of the end.
Mother
The one I never knew. I love you ❤️
Where Poetry Hides For Me
Where Poetry Hides For Me
In pages of my unused colorful Journals,
too beautiful to be drawn on or colored on.
In the frame of photographs on my living room wall.
In the library where books are shelved away.
It hides in fall leaves that cover the grass.
In my emotionless eye of memories.
In the old collar of my dog that is in heaven, running around
HAPPY.
In my stuffed animal
where I would always take it everywhere I go.
The doctor
The doctor.
What are your symptoms?
When did this start?
The doctor is not usually good news,
Unless you are bragging about a family member or someone being a doctor
What is the worst news you could hear?
Well,
Your ______ has passed.
What?
Dead.
Gone.
Not coming back.
Sorry,
There was nothing we could have done.
What are your symptoms?
When did this start?
The doctor is not usually good news,
Unless you are bragging about a family member or someone being a doctor
What is the worst news you could hear?
Well,
Your ______ has passed.
What?
Dead.
Gone.
Not coming back.
Sorry,
There was nothing we could have done.
Friday, February 16, 2018
A Circle
a Circle
maybe it is a special circle
one not just round
it might just be important
to someone
lost in the chaos
just spinning around
pivoting on the
rich green ground
one day may change everything
with it ending up rolling
away
then another story begins
starting with
a Circle
maybe it is a special circle
one not just round
it might just be important
to someone
lost in the chaos
just spinning around
pivoting on the
rich green ground
one day may change everything
with it ending up rolling
away
then another story begins
starting with
a Circle
Word of the day
So since y’all liked the last one and I have not posted in a while, here we go, the word of the day is
Burgoo. Guess what it means, and comment down below.
No don’t. I am about to tell you.
Assuming you guessed, most likely you are wrong, the word means thick oatmeal.
I told you not to guess, you were wrong, sorry.
How I found this word, you will never know.
But before I go, I am going to take a risk, by writing ✍️
A poem about burgoo
Thick —
too thick.
So thick that I can’t lift my spoon from the thick Porridge.
Gross and hard, longing for food I usually hate, like Cereal, who likes cereal?
I don’t .
But I will not eat this never ever, but as I go on a search for food,
we have none .
Mom tells me not to gripe and eat it all and don’t complain
she said that I am ‘starving kids in China' .
Well, I think to my self I have food to eat, so I will eat .
That was the greatest thing I ever had . Guess what mom calls it?
burgoo.
Burgoo. Guess what it means, and comment down below.
No don’t. I am about to tell you.
Assuming you guessed, most likely you are wrong, the word means thick oatmeal.
I told you not to guess, you were wrong, sorry.
How I found this word, you will never know.
But before I go, I am going to take a risk, by writing ✍️
A poem about burgoo
Thick —
too thick.
So thick that I can’t lift my spoon from the thick Porridge.
Gross and hard, longing for food I usually hate, like Cereal, who likes cereal?
I don’t .
But I will not eat this never ever, but as I go on a search for food,
we have none .
Mom tells me not to gripe and eat it all and don’t complain
she said that I am ‘starving kids in China' .
Well, I think to my self I have food to eat, so I will eat .
That was the greatest thing I ever had . Guess what mom calls it?
burgoo.
Beneath it All
I see you while water is blurrying my sight
You’re like a captured light
The still water feels so right
At this moment of you and I
You look into my eyes I feel a sense of brightness from your love just hold me tight
And tell me you’re going to be alright because nothing can ruin this night.
You’re like a captured light
The still water feels so right
At this moment of you and I
You look into my eyes I feel a sense of brightness from your love just hold me tight
And tell me you’re going to be alright because nothing can ruin this night.
Something Needs to Change
The shots rang out.
There had been a drill earlier.
So they didn’t know what to believe.
Hiding.
Crying.
Dying.
They sat together.
Silently.
As he came after them.
Get that into your head,
Before a bullet does.
That it’s too late for the rest of them.
No second chances after that bullet hits.
Sad.
Unfortunate.
All words used to describe this.
“If only we could have done something sooner.”
Do you really believe that?
Eight school shootings in 2018 so far,
But not far enough,
To get that image into your head.
What will make it change this time.
Nothing.
Because people need their automatic weapons.
“To defend themselves.”
Who needs a semi-automatic AR-15 rifle
Just to defend themselves?
Imagine hearing the news—
Your son, daughter, sibling, or friend.
Stuck in a room.
A single door between them and
Death.
You can’t
Unless it has happened to you
There’s no
“imagining it.”
Going to pick them up.
When the shooter is gone.
The horror is over.
But not yet—
Because they’re not there.
Because congratulations.
Your son, daughter, sibling, or friend,
Has now just become a statistic.
As they lay in that ambulance.
No gun will protect you from that.
That feeling.
That something needs to
Change.
There had been a drill earlier.
So they didn’t know what to believe.
Hiding.
Crying.
Dying.
They sat together.
Silently.
As he came after them.
Get that into your head,
Before a bullet does.
That it’s too late for the rest of them.
No second chances after that bullet hits.
Sad.
Unfortunate.
All words used to describe this.
“If only we could have done something sooner.”
Do you really believe that?
Eight school shootings in 2018 so far,
But not far enough,
To get that image into your head.
What will make it change this time.
Nothing.
Because people need their automatic weapons.
“To defend themselves.”
Who needs a semi-automatic AR-15 rifle
Just to defend themselves?
Imagine hearing the news—
Your son, daughter, sibling, or friend.
Stuck in a room.
A single door between them and
Death.
You can’t
Unless it has happened to you
There’s no
“imagining it.”
Going to pick them up.
When the shooter is gone.
The horror is over.
But not yet—
Because they’re not there.
Because congratulations.
Your son, daughter, sibling, or friend,
Has now just become a statistic.
As they lay in that ambulance.
No gun will protect you from that.
That feeling.
That something needs to
Change.
A Storm Called Love
He’s as hot
As the morning sun
I’m afraid if I touch him
I’ll burn
Myself.
What to do
If I’m as cool
As the midnight
Tide,
And he is as warm
As the morning
Sun
I love him
With a passion
A passion that burns
With the heat
Of a million
Fires
Every time I see him
My heart turns to liquid
As if it is made with
The waves of the
Ocean
When we dance together
I feel as it is a storm of
water and fire
A raging storm
we call
love
As the morning sun
I’m afraid if I touch him
I’ll burn
Myself.
What to do
If I’m as cool
As the midnight
Tide,
And he is as warm
As the morning
Sun
I love him
With a passion
A passion that burns
With the heat
Of a million
Fires
Every time I see him
My heart turns to liquid
As if it is made with
The waves of the
Ocean
When we dance together
I feel as it is a storm of
water and fire
A raging storm
we call
love
Thursday, February 15, 2018
Watching Over Me
My heart aches with the pain of your memory.
The necklace I found in your room,
still longingly waiting for you on my chest.
I wish I was still in your arms.
Your fingers nipping at my sides.
as laughter poured out of me like a river.
Your life didn’t last too long,
But you will forever live in my memories.
I can still see your smiling face,
I can still hear your joyful voice.
Only a few months ago you left me,
But I know you are still here
Watching over me.
Making sure I’m alright,
Making sure I’m still living as though you never left,
My Grandma, My Gam.
Who will be with me forever,
Even though you’re gone.
Who will hug me in my sleep,
And wipe away my tears.
- Alissa Mist
Who am I?
You are my world.
I spend every day with you.
I don’t know what I would do without you.
You have saved me many times.
I know I’m not perfect for you.
You have never left me for someone else.
You make me feel warm inside.
Sometimes I get mad at you when you hurt me,
That’s not often.
We do weird things together.
We do bad things together.
That will never split us up.
We have dance parties together,
even tho there is no music.
We go everywhere together.
You are my partner in crime
I love you<3
I spend every day with you.
I don’t know what I would do without you.
You have saved me many times.
I know I’m not perfect for you.
You have never left me for someone else.
You make me feel warm inside.
Sometimes I get mad at you when you hurt me,
That’s not often.
We do weird things together.
We do bad things together.
That will never split us up.
We have dance parties together,
even tho there is no music.
We go everywhere together.
You are my partner in crime
I love you<3
The mystery flavor
Can you guess
The change in yourself, from being you to someone to something.
This is Something to remember, A time for diagnosis of diabetes and laughter.
This night is cold, A night where you cant see anything besides the lights on the house.
This I know you won't guess, A guess that is vague but clear
you never let go
when I left
I thought you would shut me out
I thought you would shut me out
but you're right there by my side
through happiness and sadness
when I left I cried so much
I never wanted to leave you
but I was torn away
I didn't even have a chance to say bye
I'm sorry that I never said bye
I cried for weeks
begging her not to take me away
I never wanted to leave
but I had no say in what happened
I was five— nobody cared what I had to say
I was "just a baby"
When I came back I thought you would want nothing to do with me
but you...
you stayed by my side
you stayed by my side
even when I thought you hated me
I thank you for all that you've done for me
I love you for all of it
You: cousin
You: cousin
Remembrance of a Town
My eyes were full of tears
when I left
I wish I could go back
The town I loved
The town I miss
I still remember those pink cherry blossoms
which added a color
to the concrete road
I still remembered the small park
we used to hang out
and made a small secret base
I still remember the way
to get to our elementary school
with smiles on our faces
I still remember the small store
we used to go
and bought candies after school
The town I loved
The town I miss
but when spring comes,
pink cherry blossoms will add color
to the small town
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Don’t mind how sizes of words are different. I didn’t do this on purpose, but I can’t fix this for some reason.
Thanks for reading this.
when I left
I wish I could go back
The town I loved
The town I miss
I still remember those pink cherry blossoms
which added a color
to the concrete road
I still remembered the small park
we used to hang out
and made a small secret base
I still remember the way
to get to our elementary school
with smiles on our faces
I still remember the small store
we used to go
and bought candies after school
The town I loved
The town I miss
but when spring comes,
pink cherry blossoms will add color
to the small town
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Don’t mind how sizes of words are different. I didn’t do this on purpose, but I can’t fix this for some reason.
Thanks for reading this.
Forgetting Something
The day seemed to go on.
My room more disastrous than before.
Listening to obnoxiously loud music,
banging the walls with sound waves.
Watching my friend tripping on his own shoelaces.
Today was — for the most part — relaxing.
It wasn't anything I've done in particular,
but it was just relaxing.
Only how could it be relaxing,
my life is stressful 24/7.
If it could be this relaxing,
there was probably something I was forgetting...
Oh jeez,
there is something,
but would it be that important?
Hopefully not.
Would you care to remind me?
No?
Now scrambling around my room trying to figure it out.
I guess I need to look at something,
like my planner.
Nope,
not there.
Maybe I should've written it down....
My room more disastrous than before.
Listening to obnoxiously loud music,
banging the walls with sound waves.
Watching my friend tripping on his own shoelaces.
Today was — for the most part — relaxing.
It wasn't anything I've done in particular,
but it was just relaxing.
Only how could it be relaxing,
my life is stressful 24/7.
If it could be this relaxing,
there was probably something I was forgetting...
Oh jeez,
there is something,
but would it be that important?
Hopefully not.
Would you care to remind me?
No?
Now scrambling around my room trying to figure it out.
I guess I need to look at something,
like my planner.
Nope,
not there.
Maybe I should've written it down....
Where I am from
I am from the old sneakers that have seen many games,
The ribbons and medals that cover the walls
The jerseys, the Irving’s to the Durant’s
The numerous basketballs covering the floor
I am from Sports
I am from the tree houses
The rivers,
The hills that felt like mountains to us back then
The rocks and sticks that made great swords and bombs back then
I am from Nature
I am from the countless comics
The Potters to the Jacksons
The 5th grade book report challenge that was so easy to win
The stories that took days to read
I am from Books
I am from the rock chalk to the jayhawks
The Phog and the Allen
The camps in the dorms
The 13 in a row Big 12 Champions
I am from KU
All of the memories are kept all over the walls of my room in all of my pictures,
Banners
Art
Posters
This is where I am from
I am from the tree houses
The rivers,
The hills that felt like mountains to us back then
The rocks and sticks that made great swords and bombs back then
I am from Nature
I am from the countless comics
The Potters to the Jacksons
The 5th grade book report challenge that was so easy to win
The stories that took days to read
I am from Books
I am from the rock chalk to the jayhawks
The Phog and the Allen
The camps in the dorms
The 13 in a row Big 12 Champions
I am from KU
All of the memories are kept all over the walls of my room in all of my pictures,
Banners
Art
Posters
This is where I am from
Tuesday, February 13, 2018
Pink or Blue?
The empty white noises of the hospital. The silent shock of my parents, followed by plentiful tears streaming down my mother’s cheeks. The doctor, shaking his head, turning off the ultrasound, and leaving the room.
I was honestly in shock myself. Did my brother or sister really just disappear? All of my name ideas and nursery ideas flushed down the drain. I would never see them become a reality.
In ten years, would I be throwing pink roses to my sister as she bowed down at the end of her recital?
Or would I be wearing a blue ball cap, watching my brother knock one out of the park.
I would never get to see the joy on their faces when they discover a quarter under their pillow, their tooth gone.
Or see the happiness illuminate their face when they find brightly wrapped presents under the tree. I would not see them at all. Ever.
I was honestly in shock myself. Did my brother or sister really just disappear? All of my name ideas and nursery ideas flushed down the drain. I would never see them become a reality.
In ten years, would I be throwing pink roses to my sister as she bowed down at the end of her recital?
Or would I be wearing a blue ball cap, watching my brother knock one out of the park.
I would never get to see the joy on their faces when they discover a quarter under their pillow, their tooth gone.
Or see the happiness illuminate their face when they find brightly wrapped presents under the tree. I would not see them at all. Ever.
Friday, February 9, 2018
Photo album
In my photo albums, filled with the faces of my friends and my family, were happiness.
Happiness from the pictures of me petting my friend's rabbit, my uncle's wedding, and my grandparent's puppy.
But there is also sadness and loneliness.
Sadness and Loneliness from the picture of the field day, which I lost, or a picture of my friends in kindergarten who I miss.
I now know the happiness because I remember the sadness.
I will face more sadness but there will be more happiness.
Happiness from the pictures of me petting my friend's rabbit, my uncle's wedding, and my grandparent's puppy.
But there is also sadness and loneliness.
Sadness and Loneliness from the picture of the field day, which I lost, or a picture of my friends in kindergarten who I miss.
I now know the happiness because I remember the sadness.
I will face more sadness but there will be more happiness.
Memories
I am from my bed
From books and band aids
And from creepy smiles to yellow sticky notes
I am from the aloe vera plant on my counter
Whose leaves, when split, heal my burns
I am from the bugs that swarm the outside light
From KitKats to Butterfingers
From “DUCK” to bath ducks
I am from the bathroom faucet
And the scars on each of my shins
I am from the dog that we rescued
From Glass Animals to Rust
In the closet where old and new unite
Memories that will never unfold
I am from the mix of lives
Written down so they will never leave
In the closet, memories will hold
From books and band aids
And from creepy smiles to yellow sticky notes
I am from the aloe vera plant on my counter
Whose leaves, when split, heal my burns
I am from the bugs that swarm the outside light
From KitKats to Butterfingers
From “DUCK” to bath ducks
I am from the bathroom faucet
And the scars on each of my shins
I am from the dog that we rescued
From Glass Animals to Rust
In the closet where old and new unite
Memories that will never unfold
I am from the mix of lives
Written down so they will never leave
In the closet, memories will hold
What Something Can Do?
A thing,You can talk to people,
Family,
Friends,
It can even make love,
Or break love.
Tell you good news,
"You made it into collage."
Or.
Bad news,
"Grandma has Past."
It can be taken the wrong way.
It can be an
Emoji,
Or Animoji.
It can be what ever you want...
remember me
Do you recognize me now ?
No.
Do you miss me ?
No.
Remember when I made you feel something that nobody could ever make you feel ?
No.
Do you remember the day I died, please remember me even though I went away you can’t, I believe in you, I know we never had it good but do you remember me?
No.
Walks away.
Do you remember when you broke my heart in two and left me alone and cold in the place where nobody else ever remembers anything and you want to know nothing?it was hell even though no one loved me , no one remembers you anymore, so go away and close the door I don’t want you any more, dad.
Honey please forgive me I did not mean harm...
But you caused harm— get away! I will run from my brother and mom and you , I just got something that I love ,and You can easily ruin it. So go away.
Inspiration from Day of the Dead.-
No.
Do you miss me ?
No.
Remember when I made you feel something that nobody could ever make you feel ?
No.
Do you remember the day I died, please remember me even though I went away you can’t, I believe in you, I know we never had it good but do you remember me?
No.
Walks away.
Do you remember when you broke my heart in two and left me alone and cold in the place where nobody else ever remembers anything and you want to know nothing?it was hell even though no one loved me , no one remembers you anymore, so go away and close the door I don’t want you any more, dad.
Honey please forgive me I did not mean harm...
But you caused harm— get away! I will run from my brother and mom and you , I just got something that I love ,and You can easily ruin it. So go away.
Inspiration from Day of the Dead.-
Sleep
Sleep follows us everywhere,
undetected
like a shadow in the blackest of night
until someone’s tired
and give in without a fight
as you can’t fight it off
try as you might
you can’t escape
what comes every night.
undetected
like a shadow in the blackest of night
until someone’s tired
and give in without a fight
as you can’t fight it off
try as you might
you can’t escape
what comes every night.
Good bye
Packing—
I do it too much,
A concept yet an idea of stuffing.
In my suit case that’s over flowing.
Packing—
My flickering lights that are now in a ball that I shared memories underneath because I know I’ll miss them.
Packing—
A bag full of memories from crazy nights that I put away in my room.
Packing—
Taking the everyday clothing and putting them in between my diaries that I’ve written about my experiences that are out of the ordinary.
Moving—
A place I call home that I will no longer call mine in 46 hours,
With it I bring the items and long lost adventures with me.
-Kiera Potter
I do it too much,
A concept yet an idea of stuffing.
In my suit case that’s over flowing.
Packing—
My flickering lights that are now in a ball that I shared memories underneath because I know I’ll miss them.
Packing—
A bag full of memories from crazy nights that I put away in my room.
Packing—
Taking the everyday clothing and putting them in between my diaries that I’ve written about my experiences that are out of the ordinary.
Packing—
I put my scrap book in my suit case that I’ve covered in tears and I can’t stop reaching for.Moving—
A place I call home that I will no longer call mine in 46 hours,
With it I bring the items and long lost adventures with me.
-Kiera Potter
Storm
Tell me to let it out,
tell me that if i don't,
my grief becomes a scream
trapped inside my own depths
tell me it will become a constant cry
in the dark
or a sob never released,
so please,
tell me to scream, shout, cry, do it all,
tell me to do everything i have ever needed to do
tell me to do it the way the sky does it,
tell me to let all my thunder,
lightning,
and rain go,
tell me that i am getting cleansed,
tell me that my storm is the only way to release all of my pain.
tell me that if i don't,
my grief becomes a scream
trapped inside my own depths
tell me it will become a constant cry
in the dark
or a sob never released,
so please,
tell me to scream, shout, cry, do it all,
tell me to do everything i have ever needed to do
tell me to do it the way the sky does it,
tell me to let all my thunder,
lightning,
and rain go,
tell me that i am getting cleansed,
tell me that my storm is the only way to release all of my pain.
Little Lightbulb
The little lightbulb
sitting there
Flickering as it might
not bothering a soul
Until the little lightbulb
decides it can’t
and goes out,
like a whisper in the night
sitting there
Flickering as it might
not bothering a soul
Until the little lightbulb
decides it can’t
and goes out,
like a whisper in the night
mean?
i drop my emotions sometimes
they may hurt others
a cruel crime
i don't try
a day goes wrong
("you cheat") ("you're mean")
i cry or weep, but nobody
ever sees the true inner me
i begin day after
day
the same exact way
grabbing my colorful,
thousand pound books
i pack them away,
not truly trying to be,
it just happens
every school day to
me.
they may hurt others
a cruel crime
i don't try
a day goes wrong
("you cheat") ("you're mean")
i cry or weep, but nobody
ever sees the true inner me
i begin day after
day
the same exact way
grabbing my colorful,
thousand pound books
i pack them away,
not truly trying to be,
it just happens
every school day to
me.
Where drawings hide
∞
where drawings hide.
The drawings me and my sister
drew when we were little.
Flowers, houses, me and her. Every
minute, hour, day we would draw on
those stairs
We came back and mom and dad
were putting hardwood on the
beautiful little kid drawings.
We were heart broken, we loved
to draw on those stairs.
Everyday when I walk on those
stairs I remember me and my sister
would draw on each others
drawings because there would
be no more room to draw.
∞
Maybe Someday...
Tomorrow I say,
Tomorrow comes and I say...
Tomorrow
I could go on and on... but at one point
Tomorrow is no longer interesting
and your past is all about
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow comes and I say...
Tomorrow
I could go on and on... but at one point
Tomorrow is no longer interesting
and your past is all about
Tomorrow.
A Good Book
A good book is
Like a room,
A place to go to
Be alone
A good book
Is like a pleasant
Summers day
That you don’t
Want to end
A good book is
Like a warm
Wood stove
And a good
Book never
Really ends...
Like a room,
A place to go to
Be alone
A good book
Is like a pleasant
Summers day
That you don’t
Want to end
A good book is
Like a warm
Wood stove
And a good
Book never
Really ends...
Oak wood guitar
I see in the corner
the
place you wait for me
the
8 strings you hold out for
my
hand to hold and to
love
because you know i will
never
be broken down
with
you in my clutch.
2-6-18
Monday, February 5, 2018
24 ACTIONS that could make good poems
1. wearing flip flops to feed the birds -
the birdseed going everywhere but not in the birdfeeder
2. waiting for my cousins and aunt to arrive
3. sleeping - in my bed - on a pillow
4. putting down stuff in my language arts journal
5. riding my bike around my house and a car came at me
6. watching the super bowl with my dad- happy
because Eagles won
7. making football food - wings, nachos, and pizza
little smokies
8. training for soccer - outdoors - practicing my shot
9. my aunt yelling at everyone because she's a Patriots fan
10. writing a letter for my mom's birthday
11. walking my dog
12. packing my bag - finding old clothes I forgot existed
13. reading a book longer than expected
14. hitting water balloons with tennis rackets in the park
15. searching my pockets for my house keys
16. trying on my earrings and choosing which ones to wear
17. yelling at the tv
18. playing Fortnight - got a rare gun
19. making a Viking long ship
20. watching Lion
21. losing my mind because my parents surprised me
with a piano
22. watching brothers basketball game at the
high school - the pain of losing by 3 points
23. working on my speech impediment - for the play
24. helping my sister practice for her choir - vocal
exercises
the birdseed going everywhere but not in the birdfeeder
2. waiting for my cousins and aunt to arrive
3. sleeping - in my bed - on a pillow
4. putting down stuff in my language arts journal
5. riding my bike around my house and a car came at me
6. watching the super bowl with my dad- happy
because Eagles won
7. making football food - wings, nachos, and pizza
little smokies
8. training for soccer - outdoors - practicing my shot
9. my aunt yelling at everyone because she's a Patriots fan
10. writing a letter for my mom's birthday
11. walking my dog
12. packing my bag - finding old clothes I forgot existed
13. reading a book longer than expected
14. hitting water balloons with tennis rackets in the park
15. searching my pockets for my house keys
16. trying on my earrings and choosing which ones to wear
17. yelling at the tv
18. playing Fortnight - got a rare gun
19. making a Viking long ship
20. watching Lion
21. losing my mind because my parents surprised me
with a piano
22. watching brothers basketball game at the
high school - the pain of losing by 3 points
23. working on my speech impediment - for the play
24. helping my sister practice for her choir - vocal
exercises
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