Creative Writing PD. 4

Hello my friends!

I miss you all so much. >-< How are you guys, how is class, how is school, how is LIFE?! I hope you all are doing absolutely dandy. That would make me very happy. As for me, I am doing quite lovely, my new school is delightful, but I really really miss High Point and all my delightful friends and teachers. <3 Oh golly, it is very sad though, I do not have a Creative Writing class, the class they have is for ONLY Juinors and Seinors. It made me very sad, but in its place I am taking photography, so that is alright. School is fun, I have made friends. Oh gosh, I miss you all so much though, please fill me in! Really how is all of your lives going? :lD

Lovelovelovelovelove,
Leslie Anne! <3

Fantasticly Flawless

Captivating.
A small feature-
Fixation.
Almost flawless.
Fundamental.
Can you fathom this?
A feminine feature,
Finished.

Just to let you know.

If anyone is wondering where Miffy[Lexi] and I have gotten out backgrounds, that make our pages look fierce. n_n Just go to http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com it is quite lovely if I do say so myself.

On another note, but the same topic, I will most likely be changing mine according to the season, or just when I get bored of the layout//background I have. I can't help it, it is just out of habit.

Oh well, on that note. You should listen to this lovely song by Ani Difranco, it is called Out Of Habit. NOTE: If you haven't already done so, I suggest you go down to the bottom of this page and pause the music that is most likely already playing.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=adPOiKWvQ-U <-- Click it, click it!!! :]

As I Sip My Coffee

As I place this pen to my paper,

I watch the ink dry.

While listeing to my parents,

Chatting about the news.

NeverShoutNever! is leaking out of the speakers of my laptop.

Christofer's seraphic voice makes my sour mood dull.

As the ink seeps into this paper,

I sip my coffee.

Waiting for the clock to tick to 6:55;

So I can remove my body,

Even though my mind remains.

There is only a little while left,

A little while before I can leave this place:

This house of tense conversations,

Head-pounding fights,

And crying little sisters.

As my pen lifts from this paper,

I count down until I am free,

Free for good.

I'm Not Crazy, Just Insane

I am bored.
...
Borderline insane.
Boring holes of uncertainty into my mind-
My mind?
Boards constructed together,
Like a house.
With the...
Holes!
Yes, holes.
From the termites,
Eating away at my structure.
Are you bored?

LeslieDoesn'tKnowWhatToTitleThisOne:]

Ewww, I don't like it, nope not one bit. It is my random words one. I don't like how it came out, what do you think?


They live there,
He lives over there,
And we-
We live here.

But all on the same,
Planet.

Where,
There is a collection-
A collection
of highways, roads, and dirt paths.

The travel-no
Spread through this,
enviorment,
like a disease.

But we-
You and I,
Took THAT path.

The one,
Slithering through the green,
Pushing its way under the thick brush,
Helping us,
Seek shelter
in this cavern,
we call home.

A Heart Filled Goodbye

This trip has been short.
Through all the:
Lessons learned,
Spleens,
Itches,
Poems that are nonsense,
And the occasional awkwardness;
It was fun.

Now I am sorry to say,
It is over.
Within the next month,
I will be gone.
Gone with the wind. <--- I just had to.

I will miss you all dearly,
But that will pass.
Visit much,
And laugh lots.

Remember;
Eat your veggies,
And wash your hands.
Because this is how,
My story ends.

Hey everyone. If you didn't understand this poem. It is a goodbye. I am moving to Kittatinny, sorries! I will dearly miss you all, and I will keep updated, but yes, within this next month, I will be moving. D; So, we all must stay in touch! Yes, yes very well. Haha, well I know for sure, that I will see you next week, so see you next week! n_n Oh one last thing, I just wrote it on here, I did not have it written down in my notebook, so it is just a bit silly, the random rhyming, and 'Gone With The Wind' put in there. It was ment to be a silly goodbye poem. n_n

Hello....?

NOTE: This poem must be read a certain way, so if it doesn't make sense, please tell me how I can make brakes and what not, so it does make more sense.

Is it wrong?
Am...I wrong?
The way I am,
The way I live.

Is this wrong?
Or- are you wrong?
About me,
About my life.

So, I am wrong?
Well, am I?
To you...
I am.

Should it matter?
Does it matter?
I think it should.......
BUT it doesn't.

Should it be alright?
Is it alright?
Well-You get mad,
Then, make fun of me.

Should you care?
Well- do you care?
You don't;
Nor accept it.

Do you love me?
Wait- don't you love me?
Thats what....
I would like to think.

You have a puppy face,
But an ice cube heart.
That thinks- no believes
Its wrong---,
For me,
To just be,
Me.

Smoke

Thump, thump.
Beating faster, and faster,
As they await their fate.
Thump, thump.
Faster and faster,
Smoke towers, or the blocks?
Thump, thump.
Their hearts beating,
Blood pumping.
Just like yours,
But you were sending them to the smoke.

Not So Sunny

I am unsure about the title of this, but I just thought of something partly quick. So, any ideas for a title would help greatly.

She was different,
Just a little,
Different.
Thoes words,
"Freak!" "Loser." "Scum."
Rattling through her bones.
Always seeming so cold.