Paperbag Puppets

A simple bus stop. A sign; a bench. People waiting.
A man in a tie, his hands in his lap, staring straight ahead trying not to show his annoyance at the girl rocking the bench as she listens to her music to loud. With a bright pink streak in her hair and an electric blue shirt she's eager to show her uniqueness. Then, on the end, a quiet girl sat reading her book. Her mind locked in the fantasies of a faraway world. With a simple, white bow in her hair and a gentle smile she shows her kindness discretely.
The picture zooms out and you see it as if it's in a bubble. An enchantress stares greedily at the everyday picture of life on the side of the road. Her fingers twitch as she swirls them around the globe and silver wisps of destruction make their way around the picture, about the intertwine their fates into a desperate battle with death.

Prologue

Blood.
Everywhere there's blood.
Crimson red, liquid pain. The cuts on my body sting, glass is still stuck in my arm. My eyes dart around until I spot another body. It looks like a corpse.
I crawl over, through the pools of blood, and put my hand on his face. Is he alive? I feel his breath on my skin. He is. Blood is trickling from a gash in his head and a cut in his arm, a wound on his leg. He's never going to make it. Tears blur my vision, he's going to die.
"No..." I whisper in denial. He can't, he can't leave me. "No." I said again. "No. I won't let you die!" I grabbed under his arms and lifted him up then a memory flashed in my head. Something he had said to me...
"The only way you can become a Were is if their blood gets into your system"
I had cuts all over and Were blood was covering the ground. I had Were blood in me. I could do this. A smile spread across my face. I gripped him tighter in my arms and ran.

Mouse pad

Some are round
Some are square
Some have pictures
Some are bare
They hold the mouse
They help it move
The mouse pad is important too

Things That I Haven't Done Wrong

A good list, she tells me that I should write one
I'll write all the things that I haven't done wrong
I've never skipped homework and went out to play
Or left my best friend when she told me to stay

I haven't eaten the food my dad saved for himself
Or hidden old gum on the bathroom top shelf
You may think I have but I'll tell you it's true
I've never ran wild on my Uncle's seadoo

I haven't ditched classes or say that i quit
When I promised to stay and play with my mitt
I've never broke something and say that I didn't
Or hit the ball out but lie just to win it

You may here some rumors but I'll tell you right here
I don't stare at myself in the school bathroom mirror
I don't make a big mess and then not clean it up
Well, I guess I did when my grown dog was a pup

There are lots of things, as you can see here
That I haven't done wrong and I think it's quite clear
I'm a pretty good person; you can't deny that
I'm awesome, I'm me, it's quite a great fact

So I'll say my goodbyes, tah tah and farewell
I hope you thought that my poem was quite swell
But don't cry and miss me, don't go and pout
Make a poem of your own, be you and speak out

Little Miss Brown Eyes

The red flowers rustled in the wind and it blew my hair around my face. The wooden bench underneath me wasn't very comfortable but I didn't move a muscle. I stared out on the expanse of our backyard. It was covered in flowers and little blossoming trees. What use was a yard if you couldn't even play in it? I heard screaming from the front. My sisters must be playing in the sprinklers again. I heard my mom laughing, an inviting sound, but it only hardened my face more. School tomorrow; my chest tightened. I couldn't take much more of it. Day after day, people shoving things at me, telling me what to do I was going to snap! And my friends? What friends. I couldn't even be myself around them and they ditched me whenever they got the chance. Ever since Dad had left everything has been terrible. Mom's been working nonstop and we've barley got any money. The girls got over it fast. They act as if nothing's wrong; everything's still normal. Nothing is still normal! It's all his fault! Why did he have to leave? I wiped the tears from my cheeks. I need him. I leaned my head against the wood. I was being selfish. I'm sure everyone missed him, mom the most. But she had to stay strong for our family and I was just bringing them down; bringing myself down. I curled my knees to my chest and let go of my pitiful lies. Letting the truth lash out at me like a whip. I was putting all this on myself. I constantly sulked and no one wanted to be around me, I put myself in a bad mood and yelled at people for no reason, I pushed my friends away, I pushed my family away. I was making myself and everyone around me miserable. I buried my face between my knees and cried. I cried for all the pain I had and for all the pain I was causing. I cried for things I had done and things I should have. I cried for letting my mom fight through this time alone and I cried for how much I loved and missed my dad. The tears slowed, the anger and pain left. I sat up and felt refreshed. It was a new start. I could change, I would change, and I could turn everything around. I got up and walked into the house, going through the halls and across the living room to the front door. I walked out, seeing my sisters giant grins as they ran around, sopping wet. I saw my mom in a lawn chair, watching them with a small smile on her face. I went and sat next to her. We looked at each other and smiled. It was all looking up from here.

D

Doughnuts are yummy
Doughnuts are good
Don't eat a doughnut
Don't think you should
Down in your belly
Down where there's fat
Don't need a doughnut
Don't worry 'bout that

My Warmth Inside

The sky is black
The moon is out
The rain falls down
I sit and pout

I watch the dreary
Clouds fly
Past my window
Through the sky

I cuddle close
My blanket's warm
Through my window
There's a storm

The stars are gone
I want them here
I love the feeling
When they're near

The great expanse
Of outer space
In my heart
And on my face

I feel a smile
It's warm and sweet
It makes me feel
At home at least

It's better than
When I am here
Where no one cares
They're never near

I'm all alone
This is no good
I'd go out there
If I only could

But as I said
The stars are gone
Now my blanket's
Not so warm

With teary eyes
I stare outside
Why did you steal
My warmth inside?

Pain

The wheels turn, they grind with rust
They screech and scream and spout brown dust
They roll around in tortured pain
They cause the turmoil in my brain

Rubbernecking

Move along, no need to stare
Rubbernecking's not quite fair
We want to move, we need to go
It's just a car out by the road

Fear

Deer in the headlights, now on the wall
Me? I'm next, I need to stall
What can I do? It's coming fast
I take a breath, might be my last

Ants

March along, don't stop moving
Keep the rhythm, don't be brooding
Never stop, it's how we roll
Ants, we work our heart and soul

Eyes

Water swirls with silver spays
Chocolate brown and milky way
Leafy green, it's vibrant, cool
Other colors, mixed and new
These things are eyes, they vary wide
'Reflect the soul that is inside
They see around, they take it in
You look at them, they make you grin

Me complaining

Hi. I'm sleepy. Actually, if you want to hear me complain, I'm tired, sore, hungry and i want to go home! But I'm okay other than that :) ha ha. Well, yeah. I had track yesterday. It turns out that it started on Tuesday so I missed the first day and then I told my friends and all of them knew that it started!! How did I miss that? Oh well, I went yesterday and I knew I was going to die, I'm so out of shape. We ran six 200m sprints!!! OMG!! I'm soooo sore!! After the first one I was done but I still had five to go!!! :'( It was hard, but I get to skip it today because I'm going to Swing Club, thank goodness. It just started but I'm already happy for a break!! ha ha ha. I would probably collapse if I went today, I'll probably just relax at swing. Well, I'm done complaining :) You may now get on with your life.

Games

What a wonderful night I'd had. Dancing with him, so close. Laughing and talking like there was no tomorrow. My heart fluttered at the memory and I giggled to myself. He's just so perfect, how could I not see before. I was never really sure, he was iffy, I wasn't sure I could trust him but it all changed now. Now I could see who he really was. He smart and funny and just amazing. I'm going to see him tomorrow and we'll laugh at the memories of last night's party. I rolled over in bed, smiling to myself, and cuddled deeper into my covers. My chest swelled with warmth as I pictured his face. I closed my eyes, not wanting the night to end but eager for tomorrow, and drifted off to sleep. My alarm went off, I rubbed my eyes and glared at it. I was having such a nice dream. Then I remembered last night, that was like a dream. I sat on my bed for a moment, committing everything that had happened to memory. Then I stood up, time to get ready. I fussed over my hair and makeup, trying to make it perfect but, of course, failing. Then I got in my car, way too early, and headed to school. I sat in my car for a moment. My stomach filled with butterflies. What was I going to say? Just the thought of seeing him again made my body go all tingly. I stepped out of my car and the air was like ice. I walked to the school building, patting my hair down as the wind blew it out of place. The halls were starting to fill with people and I looked around for him. Still heading towards my locker, I saw him. My stomach flipped and my heard fluttered uncontrollably. I tried to say something but all my words got caught in my throat. I had to at least say hi. He looked up and spotted me and I smiled, he could talk first, that would make it easier. But he didn't smile back. He looked away and kept on walking. My heart sank. What was that? Did I just dream last night? I looked back at him but he didn't even glance at me. My supposedly perfect day was now ruined, my high spirits were at an all time low. This is it, I thought to myself, this is where the games start.