Blame

 Inspiration this time comes from the point I just got in trouble because of something I didn't do. That ever happened to you. And again it was due to my sister. I know who actually did it, and it was NAWT ME! Like telling you that is going to help, I didn't even tell you what's wrong. Anyway, ENJOY!

A little situation,

A big, big problem

A few words spoken

A tall-tale made

No beginning found

No end to be seen

No reason why

And the blame's on me

A little flame

Turns into a forest fire

A light drizzle

Turns into a storm

World whizzing by

None see me

I'm waiting to be heard

While the blame's on me

Waiting and sitting

Moment by moment

People passing by

None glance towards me

I make a frown

My world's upside-down

All point with glee

They point out the blame's on me

Why me?

I had no involvement

I just stood so quiet

I did nothing

I had been looking at my feet

Seen no evil

Far from doing any

So why, oh why is the blame on me?

Disappointing Dance

If you read this poem, then you will understand why I wrote this. And sorry to those who thought I was coming. :P

I've planned ahead, ahead for tonight

I know what I'm doing with all my might

I plan to dance, twirl, and sing

Flash around like a diamond ring

I see my future broad, and bright

I know my plans, not wrong, but right

I know for sure what I'm going to do

I know all plans for me and you

I skip right up with hopes in my heart

To let the grown-ups play their part

They look at me then start to frown

My hopes are shrinking, they are going down

Brave up to the thought

Let them have all I've got

I talk to make their choices change

Or at least to put the in a good to great range

But nonetheless, my efforts fail

And  I may  just part or begin to wail

My plans all crash, come tumbling down

And now I'm the one who starts to frown

I turn away, look at my feet

Go to my room and take a seat

My plans vanish, for now I can't prance

Hopes are gone, since I'm not going to the dance

So that means I'm not going to the Valentine's Day dance. Sorry again. I'm going up north.

Someone Special

My inspiration for this came from my sister. Who has been talking about her crush for the last two hours and won't  zip-it!  This stuff is mushy but, whatevs! Might as well deal with it. (A few minuets later)Does anyone have crazy glue or duct tape at hand?!!! I CAN'T DEAL WITH THIS!!!!!

A single glance in their direction and you couldn't pull your eyes away

Someone special walks your way

Fireworks go off in your heart

Your stomach jitters

You dare not part

You freeze on the spot

Then see a grin from the special someone who has made their way in

Happy as you can be you smile back

Worrying if you look like a laugh

The next thing you know you're face to face

And your face burns

And your heart starts to race

All you could ask for is there that second

Then they leave, and to yourself you grin

This is because, in your heart, someone special has made it in

Questions?

I don't really have reason to have "Questions" at a topic. I just felt like doing this.
When you read this answer the questions asked. It's pretty weird, but I'm toe-dally BORED! And this is not a poem.

Have you ever just wanted to know something so badly that you just asked?

Ever asked at the wrong time?

At the wrong place?

Did you ever ask something some one got the wrong impression on?

Did you clear it up then?

Did you ask some one that you shouldn't have asked?

Near some one who shouldn't know (like asked your best friend if you had a chance with your crush in front of your 'rents)?

Have you ever made a wrong point by a question?

Teachers say asking questions are good, right?

No questions are "stupid" or "dumb," right?

Asking questions never lead you wrong, right?

After reading this do you still agree?

What is Love?

I heard a song and it sparked my imagination to write this poem/transilation thing.

What is love?

Love is like water rippiling at the slightest movement.

It is danger, at the simpilist mistake it backstabs you.

It is what happens when you hold out your heart in one hand.

A stranger who comes and steals it away.

Then you fall deep into a change.

Deep into love.

What is love?

SUPER BOWL SUNDAY

The Super Bowl was first played on January 15, 1967, as part of a merger agreement between the NFL (National Football League) and AFL (American Football League). After a merger in 1970, each league became a "conference" and the game is now played between conference champions to determine the overall championship. The winning team receives the Vince Lomardi Trophy, named after the coach of the Green Bay Packers, who won the first two Super Bowl games and 3 of the 5 preceding NFL championships (1961, 1962, and 1965).
The day on which the Super Bowl is played, is now considered a de facto American national holiday - called Super Bowl Sunday. The broadcast of the football game is the most watched American television broadcast and boasts the most expensive commercial airtime of the year. Exclusive television broadcast rights for the Super Bowl rotate each year among 4 major American television networks: CBS, FOX, ABC and NBC. Because of the high viewership and commerical expense, watching and discussing the broadcast's commericals have become a significant part of the event.
Super Bowl games are numbered by using roman numerals. Super Bowl III was the first game to be numbered.
In 2010, Super Bowl XLIV was played by the American Football Conference (AFC) champion - Indianapolis Colts and the National Football Conference (NFC) champion - New Orleans Saints to determine the National Football League (NFL) champion for the 2009 season.
And now the Super Bowl has come around again! This time played between the Packers and Steelers!
Who will win??? Watch it live on Sunday at 9:30 to find out who wins!

GO PACKERS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dreams of Eternal Peace

I actually was extremely bored when I wrote this. The whole classroom was quite, and then I glanced at Courtney's book "Peace like a River." I had already read some of your blogs and found stories. I decided to mix it up and write a poem. Courtney's book gave me an idea to write like a poem about peace.

Peace takes its flight like an endless ribbon

streaming out towards a

horizon of dreams.

Let dreams transcend into eternal peace,

uniting mankind forever,

one memorable day!

And let this day continue for as long as our lives,

and let peace continue even after our times.

Then it shall remain as eternal peace.

Maybelline

Mr.Johnson was talking about poems with meanings behind them. I decided to write a poem that had a meaning. My parents constantly tell me to find answer to my question than waiting for one. So, I did a poem on a girl named Maybelline that would never look for answers. The poem is weird since it's my first poem but it's not that bad!:D

Maybelline, Maybelline, the young girl Maybelline

She waited and sat for an answer to come

She roamed the woods, valleys, forests, and trees

Her only friends were the flowers and bees

She sat and sat, she walked and walked, waited and waited for an answer to come

Never did she care to go find answer

Wasted her life faster and faster

Soon her back was crooked and bent

For her answer, sat but never went

Then she left, her body all old

Never did she find success

This is the story of Maybelline as we've been told

High Above

I'm holding by breath as I peek over the ledge of the feriss-wheel's seat. My view is amazing. The fresh  air blows in my face. The world below seems no more that little insects crawling in dirt. I wonder if the world always is like this.  I realize how much I have not seen. I look at the girl seated next to me. I smile and she smiles back as the wheel turns us closer to solid ground.  But the ride is not over yet. Once again we start our way back up. My instincts make me clutch the railings tight, feeling the cool metal makes me calm down and relax from the heat on this hot summer day. The air freely blows my hair around.  I feel like a free spirit having know worries in life. Then the wheel turns once more and comes to a stop. The ride is over but, I still remember the thrill of being free. I knew that today would be a day to remember.