History ClassI am surrounded by tropical fruit.History Class
See the pineapples.
Blond outside.
Blond inside.
See the coconuts.
Dark outside.
Platinum blond inside.
I’m surrounded by forest animals.
See the raccoons.
Bright eyes.
Dark circles all around.
See the skunks.
Dark hair. Bright highlighted stripes.
See the deer. Oh so pretty.
Nothing is going on in that skull.
AndLook at me and know it, Know that I'm not A Poet.And
For all the scheme and rhyme, The poem isn’t all my time.
Look right here, see the factor, Know that I am not An Actor. For all the voices, all the looks, Plays are not my only books.
Even if you're not the smartest, Look and see I’m not An Artist.
Though sketchbooks tend to multiply, They are not quite what they imply.
The words may follow my command,
But why be Poet, not Poet And ?
Though that stage may b
AmericaBehold America the beautiful And her golden empty pain See the machines crushing trees Say goodbye to birds and bees Watch her mountains fall down flat Do you want to look at that?America
Behold California, the Golden State See this mansion? A forest late See the gorgeous people Who get ugly in the rain Taste the plastic, feel the stain
Behold the neighborhood, clueless to all Just shove a needle in your face And watch the skin move into place Spend your money on lipstick again Couldn’t live without the last one then Stuff your face and
So Call Me Villian, LoveBecause you need someone to blameSo Call Me Villian, Love
I’m here to stand without shame
Never let my head fall low Never allow the guilt to show I will stand tall and unafraid Of the story before me laid
You hurt the kid Chased him away That’s what you did When he came today
Yes I did, and that’s all I’ll say You‘ll never know what I did that day Because if you knew what he’d planned
In your pain you’d never stand
He was the only friend that I held dear He’d smile and laugh and joke with me
My memori
AP/Honors
Confused
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laughter is my painkiller
smiles paint my face
'cause if you lose your hope
I know I've won the race.
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Love the Lord your God with all your heart...Love your neighbor as yourself. There is no greater command than these. (Mark 12: 30-31)
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laughter is my painkiller
smiles paint my face
'cause if you lose your hope
I know I've won the race.
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The punishment for blowing up a nuclear device within Chico's city limits is a $500 fine. After the bomb blows up, tell me, WHO is going to collect the fine? More importantly, why ONLY $500?
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Love the Lord your God with all your heart...Love your neighbor as yourself. There is no greater command than these. (Mark 12: 30-31)
I has some poetry for youuus to readeth.....
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laughter is my painkiller
smiles paint my face
'cause if you lose your hope
I know I've won the race.
I knows. I read it. ^_^
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Love the Lord your God with all your heart...Love your neighbor as yourself. There is no greater command than these. (Mark 12: 30-31)
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laughter is my painkiller
smiles paint my face
'cause if you lose your hope
I know I've won the race.
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Love the Lord your God with all your heart...Love your neighbor as yourself. There is no greater command than these. (Mark 12: 30-31)
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