99. Friendship There was once a girl who went by the name of Laura. No one knew if that was truly her real name, but everyone just called her Laura, so we will, too.Now, Laura wasn't your average girl. She didn't place her main interests in shopping and boys. She barely even wore make-up. A few say she was like a boy who was put in a girl's body by accident. But, no one truly knew Laura truly enough to be sure of that. Only she knew her place in the world. She liked to call herself unique, not different, like some people thought. She knew she was supposed to be a girl, not a boy. People just noticed her more boy-ish qualities. She actually had a few girl qualities as well; she just didn't show them much. She never found interest in other girls. In fact, she even had a few crushes on a few boys before, but rarely spoke about it. She wasn't one to fight for fun, to tell the truth, she was sort of a wimp. She would enjoy the occasional shopping trip, but
Bio PoemLauraArtistic, psychotic, forgetful, and sillyFriend of CassieLover of art, music, and autumnWho feels enthusiastic, excited, and tiredWho needs friends, laughter, and foodWho gives help, friendship, and pastriesWho's afraid of the number thirteen, needles, and diseaseOne who would like to see England, a decent movie, and world peaceResident of Ashland, VirginiaRittenour
Poema BioLauraArtística, psicótica, olvidadiza, y tontoAmiga de CassieAmante de arte, música, y otoñoQuien se siente entusiasmada, acelerada, y cansadaQuien necesita amigos, risa, y comidaQuien da ayuda, amistad, y pastelesQuien tiene miedo de el número trece, agujas, y enfermedadA quien le gustaría ver Inglaterra, una película decente, y paz del mundoResidente de Ashland, VirginiaRittenour
GoldyGoldyI had a pet fish named GoldyHe was my favourite petWe had so many good times togetherUntil the day I accidentally dropped some ramen in his bowlHe ate it without a care in the worldHe didn't know he wasn't supposed toHe diedWhen I went to visit him the next dayI began to tear up when I saw his body floating atop the waterOur family and those guys who also knew and loved GoldyAll gathered around the bathroom where we held Goldy's funeralGoldy, now at peace, was in a plastic bagI was honored with the responsibility to hold him in our last moments togetherWe prayed to the fishy gods to make sure they would let him into fish heavenAs the end nearedI flushed him down where he went to a better placeThe sewersThe End
Happy ThoughtsOpen your eyes.Don't think.Just watch.A breeze picks up.You hug yourself tight.The trees sway.Leaves break free from their grip.Swirling gracefully through the air.Eventually floating to the ground in sweet surrender.Your sight loses focus.The scene becoming a no longer detailed blur of colours.A harmonious blend of red, orange, and yellow.The air is crisp.The scent of spice lingers.You can hint the crackling of fire in the distance.It's that feeling.Happiness.You bask in the moment.Autumn has arrived.