Finish all my homework

And I got an A!

I could only free one.
If everyone could say that,
Hell, we wouldn’t need bodies.
Thank you Einstien.
The lizard bit hand,
but I tried to free him,
I tried to make him understand.
That if he was to stay,
then surely,
the wind would have taken him away.
I unwrapped his ribboned seat belt,
and flung him to the flowers,
goodbye mister lizard.

Hellow Mrs. Lizard.
They found a new one, smaller,
one that would surely be carried off by the wind.
tighten, pull, loop, loop, pull,knot, seat belt enjoy your ride.
The lizard floated off, amazed at how gravity works, so amazed
it didn’t move.
Sit back and relax.
You are now leaving Land county,
Welcome to sky.
the cheers roared, laughter, and amusement,
little slave, but i wish i could be carried off as well.
goodbye lizard.
Lizard thats strapped by a pink ribbon, it’s acender string holding dear life to the teddy bear balloon.

It’s a terrible thing to say,
That I was was beaten today.
And what’s worse,
Than the curse,
I have to say,
That I was beaten,
beaten by a girl today.
She pulled my hair, pinched my cheek,
rubbed an indian burn, that will last for a week.
Her heel slamed hard in my kidney,
If she lives here, I’d rather live in Sidney.
Black and blue, my eyes are.
Blood dripping, my nose does.
The taste of blood, the sore ribs,
When she kicked me…
I swore I would probably never have kids.
The wet willy still floods my ear,
What’s that you said,
I still can not hear?
I can not go to the cops, you see.
This abuse, only happens to me.
She has alabies, she does.
brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers,
to back her up, and only just because.
So look now, my abuse shows, look and see,
what saying “I love you,” has done to me.

The fourth poem fell on the floor,
It was kicked by salesman,
Flown out by the pilot,
Taken to jamaica and back.
Bottled in Mexico, sailed across to Florida,
Uncorcked, read, and said.
Mark heard it and passed it to Johhny,
Who passed it to jill,
Who was on a hill.
So I’m guessing we knew what happened to Jack.
Behind closed doors, in Sarisota, Tom emailed it to Larry,
Larry in New York.
Although it held no ground, just the ceiling,
With the big wigs, they still knew when to take off their hats, and Their wigs, for a desent poem.
I wish I could write a poem like that.

paperclip, because i found one, laying in the street.

Lets think about this for a second,
A green rubber matting is tearing away, along with it’s erosion,
Misused, thrown away,
This rusty paper clip has seen many rainy nights
Alone, weathering the cold,
There was no smell,
How could there be a smell?
Something that’s washed in the street?
That’s dried by the wind’s chill,
No, there’s no smell to this paperclip,
Change changes things like that,
Change it’s surrondings, and there’s a new smell,
This paperclip changed awhile ago,
There’s no sweet smell of her anymore,
It’s just grown too common.
I’m not a vegetarian anymore,
A lonely wife wrote to a soldier over seas.
My attorney, I think you should know,
pause
I did it.
Mother, I’m gay.
Dad, I know you don’t love me.
Son, you will inherit nothing.
Father, I’ve sinned.
The possibilities this rusted piece of curved metal holds is endless.
For this paperclip holds nothing now,
It’s letters gone, torn, or saved, to shreds, or locked away,
Let it go,
It falls to the street,
but it still lingers with some kind of story scratching at my eyes to see,
Paperclip, oh paperclip, what paper did you clip?
What a tongue twister.

Pretty gay eh?

this one…

uhhhmn, i have to make something up by tomorow, so now that i can be in a depressed mood…. heeeeeeere we goooooooooooo!

Does he know?
Can he figure it out,
She thought he was crying,
but he laughed.
or at least she thought.
So he laughed,
and the people he knew,
they would smile for awhile,
some would frown.
but she wasn’t what he thought her to be.
and she curved her eye brows,
her mouth sunk open slightly,
her eyes squinted,
plain or full, emotion or less,
or even empty,
and her body still followed him,
untill he turned around.
He thought she was going to laugh,
she stood still,
with her hands in her pockets,
her elbows stuck to her ribs,
her shoulders in a shrug,
her face held down,
he noticed her hair was tied up,
and he remembered to hear her laugh.
How mistaken he was.
How wrong he is.
how horror struck his face,
and he thought she was laughing,
she stalled,
choked on words,
but they came out.
She didn’t follow him anymore,
that’s where mistakes have led him,
away from her laugh, she was crying, and he didn’t see,
and she turned away,
following whatever mistakes laid ahead.
She didn’t look back, just away from… me.

I want to commit to doing my homework as soon as I get home from my CSBM class so that it’s done and complete ASAP

I’m going to stay on campus after each class until I get all my homework done, or as much of it as possible. I’m utilizing my planner, and projects will get started right away instead of right before the due date.

so yeah!! i had a whole week to do all my homework=) but as usual i never finished it=) so yeah wish me luck because i’m going to do it all in one day=)