This is very very old. I know it is all cliche and ridiculous but I want to have a digital copy. so why not. 

I believe I wrote these in 5th grade haha

Darkness. Falling.

Water splashing.

water flowing violently

don’t swim

freezing cold

breeze flowing softly

evening mist hovering

mysterious shadows 

magic fairies 

mystical sky

flying away.

This is very very old. I know it is all cliche and ridiculous but I want to have a digital copy. so why not. 

I believe I wrote these in 5th grade haha

When the birds chirp loudly and the sky’s not very cloudy.

When the sun rises early and all the flowers start to grow,

the beautiful rivers begin to flow. 

The grass is green and the air is clean

Then you’ll know it’s spring.

When the children play all day

and the rain is here to stay

Only then will it be spring.

This is very very old. I know it is all cliche and ridiculous but I want to have a digital copy. so why not. 

I believe I wrote these in 5th grade haha

my heart is tuned to the chirping of the birds as they fly in a sign of warning, for the people have found them.

I’m cold with the wet grass touching me, and the birds are echoing. 

I can tell the birds are talking to each other. They take turns.

In the stillness they are fluttering around. The class is still and very quiet. All the kids are writing.

The wind is blowing a little bit and the kids are starting to move

This is very very old. I know it is all cliche and ridiculous but I want to have a digital copy. so why not. 

I believe I wrote these in 5th grade haha

Wounds and bruises will go away.

But scars never lose shape or fade. 

This is very very old. I know it is all cliche and ridiculous but I want to have a digital copy. so why not. 

I believe I wrote these in 5th grade haha

I know how it feels to be addicted to drugs but never actually had them.

It leaves something on your heart which shows above your skin.

What it leaves is dark like a den. (lmao)

I suppose I actually don’t know the shame. But I still feel my pain.

Inside, my body cries for me to stop but outside I’m as busy as a fox (good grief)

Looking for its pray, hoping to see another day.

a leader but when small only wishing not to be dull. A follower inside trying not to lose its pride.

Actually scared but trying to be brave when dared.

Hoping so much, lying to itself instead

yet still knowing the truth that lies ahead.

This is very very old. I know it is all cliche and ridiculous but I want to have a digital copy. so why not. 

I believe I wrote these in 5th grade haha

I sit alone in a dark place not knowing of the eyes that stare me down coldly like the chill of ice going down your spine in the steaming hot summer.

I hear a shriek or a so called “bump in the night” I get up and feel around frantically. I start to run and I hear something again like a cracked bone. I feel pain, it had been me. I had fallen over something soft and warm.

Where was I? Why couldn’t I find the light? I screamed… A light flipped on. It was my mom. I forgot we moved. I had woken up from a bad dream and tripped over my brother. I was all right for now until my brother punches me for stepping on him. 

lol wow. really? haha yeaa. Idk why I’m putting these all here but what the hell. at least I can look back and laugh even more than I am now.

I’ve decided I’m going to post all my really old poetry so I can have a digital copy of it. So.. beware of that.. lol