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Burnette StyleThis is for my friend Courtney.
A pain brush is my best friend.
I create works of art with a wave
Of my hand.
With a pencil between my fingers,
Magic flows onto paper.
Like a wizard,
Waving their wand.
My art work is beautiful,.
People say I have a gift.
And they are right.
You can tell my anything.
I won't judge you,
Not at all.
So you disagree with what I say,
That is you own opinion.
I honestly don't care.
I am open-minded.
In fact, tell me what you think.
I welcome it.
Not many people have respect.
But I do.
I see people hate.
Hate on teachers.
Hate on their own parents.
Sure we argue at times,
But I do not call anyone
People should have more respect.
We are still children,
So we should shut up,
And be respectful.
My friends say I am funny.
I think that's true.
One time I told a really funny story,
I had my friends rolling.
Some even cried at what I said.
Making them laugh,
Makes me feel so happy.
Even I laugh,
And I am the one who tol
Kind, Strong, Loyal ManThis is for my friend Matt.
Kind, Strong, Loyal Man:
Kind. I am kind.
Why do you cry so?
It will be ok little one.
Everything will be fine.
I am here to help easy your pain.
Lean on me, I will be your crutch.
I will be the shoulder that you can cry on.
Are you ok? Here let me heal your wounds.
I can hold you tight.
I can be there for you.
I am a kind person.
Strong. I am strong.
He approaches me, feet dragging.
Hmph, this will be quick.
Three swing, four.
He missed me completely.
Idiot, where did he learn his moves?
BOOM! Down he goes.
One quick punch, and he his done.
Another fight won.
I am a strong person.
Loyal. I am loyal.
She worries if I will leave her.
Alone and without anyone.
But that isn't who I am.
I will stay around.
As long as she wants me to.
My friends think we will stop talking one day.
I won't let that happen.
Not unless they don't want to be friends.
But no matter what happens,
I am a <
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
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