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I love this poem! And yes, I wrote myself (4th period) Check it out:

NEED ME

What if I cried;

would you help me?

What if I died;

would you miss me?

What if I broke;

would you put me back together?

What if I were a bird;

would you lend me a feather?

What if  I hugged you;

would hug me back?

What if I forgot;

would you turn time back?

What if I needed you;

Would you maybe say you needed me too?

Somebody asked me today; what’s your biggest fear? I’d have to say, along with clowns, spiders horrify me. Ask my friends, they know. Just the thought of a little eight-legged creep with eight eyes and little hairs gives me the chills. My friend printed off a picture of a bird spider; the biggest spider on earth, just for me as an April Fool’s Day present. He has it coming for him. I literally went into panic mode and started FREAKING out. So, you can probably tell that I have a terrible case of arachnephobia.  I can’t help it. Worms; i think they’re cute! Centipiedes; bring it on. Spiders; NO WAY!!! Anyway, the reason I have so many poems on here is because they were assingments from my Writing Camp at Marshall University. So that’s my post for right now, and i have no clue when there will be another one of these things; so hold tight because i need to put a few poems on. I know,I’m a total freak, but at least I take pride in it!

Hey! Sorry I haven’t been on here in a while; I blew up the computer!  But I’m back and I’m ready! Today was hectic, but that’s Monday for you! I’ve still got straight A’s, which is hard since I’m now in middle school! If  Jenny or Ford are still reading these blogs, I give you guys my hellos and I hope you guys still remember me! I’m still writing quite a bit, so I’m hoping to be back at Marshall’s Writing Camp this summer! Oh and by the way, Wrote a top-notch essay and I’m thinking about posting it! My language teacher loved it! Well, I’ve gotta go, but you’ll hear a lot more from me!

Abington Lane is like no other street, people have feet for their hands and hands for their feet, the girls look so handsome, and the boys so pretty, Abington Lane is a very strange city!, there are buildings that are upside down, birds that make a barking sound. The clouds are yellow instead of white, The sun is dull instead of bright, from a man in a dress from a lion’s long mane, you’ll find it all in Abington Lane

ill tell u one thing about this year at Marshall Young Writers Camp; weve had a blast! ive really learned a lot in the little time we have and it inspired me to get on the computer and type my heart out on that thing! and as im looking at my pretty orange new autographed flip-flops, im thinkin’ ill be back next year too! well, anyway, the instruuctions say to tell my best expierience in camp, so i guess ill do just that, ok, its everything. i love everything about this camp. i thought everyone would be all stuck-up and snobby, but i was wrong! i loved all the prompts’ all the teachers, and more importantly, all the snacks! weve had some great laughs so i pretty much like everything. now it says i should write my favorite part, i will now repeat what i have just said; EVERYTHING!! i loved everything. but just so i have something different, id have to say i like writing prompts. because well, thats why im here, to do what i love best. now for the last question,let’s see, what can u guys improve on? id have to say you can make the prompts more fun! make them interesting, make them interactive, make them so out-there that Albert Einstien couldn’t even think of them. like, “if u were to die tomorrow, what would your last words be?” i know, its a little depressing, but hey, its an example. but anyway, i loved camp, i made a ton of new friends, and i cant wait to see what you guys do next

There has been some false accusations of my client, Colonel Mustard. Well, I have only one thing to say,my client is innocent. Sir Mustard, is part of the U.S Military. He is above the highest praise in military actions and is truthful and loyal to his country. I know my client would never do anything to anybody. Also, by the background info. i have determined that Colonel Mustard has nothing against Mr. John Boddy. A lot of other suspects (whose names are classified) have called my client “hard’, “somewhat heartless”, and “can decieve you in the blink of an eye” This is completly untrue. People also think he is guilty because in paragraph 1 line 4 it states he loves to challenge others to duels. This is completly misunderstood. He means small, goofy, games. He is very competetive, but he wouldn’t hurt a fly. So i have given you evidence. And surely there are suspects with a more devious side than my client. And i am sure one of them is guilty

it all started out so innocently. a villagers wife had recently died and he needed a new wife to take her place. well, this wopuld be great! so i took my daughters priscella and druisella and moved in with them. soon my new husband died also and i was stuck with his wicked litttle daughter, cinderella. i had’nt seen so much disrespect in my life! she was slow with the laundry, she did’t make the tea right, and she was always trying to blame the family cat, lucifer, on everything! oh an get this, she has MICE as pets. she even names them! i think if her father were still here he’d be very disappointed. i mean, what ave i done? i give her an attic to sleep in, i even give her a 5 minute break per day! i believe a servants daughter should also be a servant. anyway back to the story, we all got the invitations to the ball, (as you’ve probably heard!) i thought this would be the perfect opprotunity for my daughters to charm mr. charming! well wicked ol cinderella insisted she come to. I believe her exact words were “i’m  going to the ball whether you like it or not you old hag!” Talk about disrespect! And besides, she had to finish her chores. So i gently replied “My dear, if you finish all of your xchores, I will open-heartedly allow you to come. otherwise, i am afraid you cannot.” That sneak came in and stole my daughter’s most prized posessions and made them into her own dress! My daughters tore it up though. Turns out, that she snuck out and came to the ball anyway in her mother’s wedding dress, and charmed that Prince Charming til he fell in love with her! Then she  had to go home when the clock striked midnight, oh, you know the story. Anyway 2 weeks later, the duke came to try a glass slipper on every girl’s foot to find the prince’s dream girl. Well, most people think i locked in that room on purpose,your wrong. The room was dreadfully dirty, and i simply did not know my dear Cinderella was in there. So i locked it so no one could see the mess. Well, she got ot of the room i accidently locked and the slipper fit! Soon she got married with prince you-know-who, and know, people are accusing me! Their making movies about me, and it hurts! So that’s my story. AND IT’S TRUE!!!!!!!!!!!!

if i had a magical power, it woluld probably be able to control gravity. I’ve always wanted to just float in mid-air like the astronauts do. But i really wouldn’t want to be in space to tell u the truth. it would be so cool to be walking one minute and floating the next. i would use my powers to make everything on earth float, without anyone knowing. i know, you were probably thinking something like “fighting crime” or “saving the human race” but i prefer mysteries, and everything on earth floating, would attract a bit of attention. but that’s just my opinion! i would rather go with the approach of trickery. i think everyone needs something to dream about or look up to. after all, we all have that super-hero like personality inside of us! it makes feel good when we something to dream about, it gives life a purpose. a superhero or imagining you have superpowers is the perfect thing to imagine for me at least!

There Once Was A Big Man Named Bill,
Whose Garden He Would Carefully Till,
The Carrots Popped Up,
They Were Ate By A Pup,
And Poor Mr. Bill Was Shocked Still.

There Once Was A Nice Girl Named Sue,
She Didn’t Talk, She Went Moo-Moo,
While Eating Grass Stalks,
She Couldn’t Really Talk,
Devastated, She Went Boo- hoo.