Ugh...

sleep eats away at my mind
As I try and calculate trig
No moment for ORlando
the dirty old man
wants me to think
and when I can't
he gives me a look like
You sped.

I rack my brain and
Mangage to beat out the other girl
Even though she got a full nights sleep

By CW I'm shaking
low blood sugar and no sleep
Not a good mixture.

Lunch sets me right!
To walk into a bathroom
Of strench fromt the bits of hell
And I worry about meeting my lunch
Again.

Ha Ha I published something today!

MySpace

My space rocks my socks,
Guys flirt with me like non stop,
Cause I flirt with them.

Ah hahaha I suck at those... Oh well.

Amanda Bynes rules,
And I'm practicaly bi cause,
Of my liking her.

Oh this is interesting...

Yesterday....

So my internet was being a butt yesterday so I couldn't post. Thats my day off for that week.

First Meetings

Upon first meeting you,
I knew it was going to be
Something special.

I knew you would easily
Capture my every shard of attention,
And hold me entrapped in you.

I knew,
Oh I knew,
But I didn't turn away.

Cause who could turn away
From something so interesting as
A man who would do so much
Great annihilation.

Body Language

I don't notice eyes.
Not really, atleast.
People say they're
The window to your soul
And they can be,
But the body tells so much more.

Not to mention,
That short people
Have to really stare up hard
To get a glimpse of a tall person's.
And when you stand real close,
Like I love to do,
You can't ever really
Get that good stare going.

So I get annoyed with friends,
When they ask me,
What color are his eyes?!
Cause if I like the guy.
I'm snuggled up close,
Not moving an inch away.
No matter if I can't see into his soul.
Cause I've got my window,
In is body.

Punching

I'm lonely,
No one remembers me,
They loose me
And don't use me.

I am such a useful tool
I don't take up much room
I'm not even that heavy.

But no one loves me
No one even likes me.
And why?

Because there's a bigger,
heavier,
one out.

So it can do more work,
Its also bulky,
And you don't ever
See any one caring around one them.

Its all because
I am only one hole.
Its three.
The world is so prejudice.

So I didn't know what to write about so I asked my teacher what she was thinking about and her awnser was "Where to get a one hole hole puncher." So I did it. I made a poem in the eyes of a hole puncher. I'm proud of myself cause I don't usually write like this.

Were what?

Pages turn
And I see an aray of creatures.
Big,
Small,
Ugly,
Beautiful.

But none
Are me.
Er, well none fit me.
They have human,
But those who know me
Wonder.

I'm not even one creature
Some bizzare cross
Of dog,
Horse,
And human.

Most of the human comes across
In looks.
I compare so closely,
No one can choose one or
The other.

Samples of my blood
Show nothing but,
The same question.
The only thing that will tell,
Is the next full moon.