Love

Life Long
On Going
Venturous
Ever Lasting

Friends

Forever
Real
Inspirational
Ever Lasting
No Troubles
Deserving
Sisters

That's My 12 Days Of X-Mas

On the first day of Christmas my drunkin friend gave to me a handle of captain.
On the second day of Christmas my drunkin friend gave to me two pong balls and a handle of captain.
On the third day of Christmas my drunkin friend gave me to three pallets to burn, two pong balls, and a handle of captain.
On the fourth day of Christmas my drunkin friend gave to me four stripper poles, three pallets to burn, two pong balls, and a handle of captain.
On the fifth day of Christmas my drunkin friend gave to me five cold bud lights, four stripper poles, three pallets to burn, two pong balls, and a handle of captain.
On the sixth day of Christmas my drunkin friend gave to me six STD’s, five cold bud lights, four stripper poles, three pallets to burn, two pong balls, and a handle of captain.
On the seventh day of Christmas my drunkin friend gave to me seven sleazy sluts, six STD’s, five cold bud lights, four stripper poles, three pallets to burn, two pong balls, and a handle of captain.
On the eighth day of Christmas my drunkin friend gave to me eight broken condoms, seven sleazy sluts, six STD’s, five cold bud lights, four stripper poles, three pallets to burn, two pong balls, and a handle of captain.
On the ninth day of Christmas my drunkin friend gave to me nine clams a bumping, eight broken condoms, seven sleazy sluts, six STD’s, five cold bud lights, four stripper poles, three pallets to burn, two pong balls, and a handle of captain.
On the tenth day of Christmas my drunkin friend gave to me ten dudes a peeking, nine clams a bumping, eight broken condoms, seven sleazy sluts, six STD’s, five cold bud lights, four stripper poles, three pallets to burn, two pong balls, and a handle of captain.
On the eleventh day of Christmas my drunkin friend gave to me eleven bowls a burning, ten dudes a peeking, nine clams a bumping, eight broken condoms, seven sleazy sluts, six STD’s, five cold bud lights, four stripper poles, three pallets to burn, two pong balls, and a handle of captain.
On the twelfth day of Christmas my drunkin friend gave to me twelve beruit cups, eleven bowls a burning, ten dudes a peeking, nine clams a bumping, eight broken condoms, seven sleazy sluts, six STD’s, five cold bud lights, four stripper poles, three pallets to burn, two pong balls, and a handle of captain.

Life

The smell, the taste.
The good times, and the bad.
The car rides, and bonfires.
There is never any to waste.
Friends together are never sad.
The sound of squeeling tires.
Never a crash, always a blast,
All because of Alcohol.
She puts the bottle to her lips,
She's never felt better.
Her lifes going downhill,
But she thinks its never been sweeter.
As she lies awake at night,
Thinking when will he be home.
She puts the bottle to her lips,
And then realizes its just a dream!

"Silly Song"

Runnin' Through The Forest
Eatin'Some Banana's
Listenin' To The Chorus
In My Pajama's.

Waitin' For My Bedtime
Playin' With My Dolly
Wishin' I Had A Dime
So I Could Ride The Trolly.

It's Getting Pretty Late
I Need To Brush My Teeth
I'm Feelin' Pretty Great
For My Next Date!

Dear March, Come In

Dear March, come in!
How glad I am!
I looked for you before.
Put down your hat—
You must have walked—
How out of breath you are!
Dear March, how are you?
And the rest?
Did you leave Nature well?
Oh, March, come right upstairs with me,
I have so much to tell!

I got your letter, and the bird’s;
The maples never knew
That you were coming,—I declare,
How red their faces grew!
But, March, forgive me—
And all those hills
You left for me to hue;
There was no purple suitable,
You took it all with you.

Who knocks? That April!
Lock the door!
I will not be pursued!
He stayed away a year, to call
When I am occupied.
But trifles look so trivial
As soon as you have come,
That blame is just as dear as praise
And praise as mere as blame.


By: Emily Dickinson

Dear March, Come In

Dear March, Come Inby Emily Dickinson Dear March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—How out of breath you are! Dear March, how are you? And the rest? Did you leave Nature well? Oh, March, come right upstairs with me,I have so much to tell! I got your letter, and the bird’s; The maples never knew That you were coming,—I declare, How red their faces grew!But, March, forgive me— And all those hills You left for me to hue; There was no purple suitable,You took it all with you.Who knocks? That April! Lock the door! I will not be pursued! He stayed away a year, to call When I am occupied.But trifles look so trivial As soon as you have come, That blame is just as dear as praise And praise as mere as blame.

"You Should've Said No"

It's strange to think the songs we used to sing
The smiles, the flowers, everything: is gone
Yesterday I found out about you
Even now just looking at you: feels wrong
You say that you'd take it all back, given one chance
It was a moment of weakness and you said yes...

You should've said no, you should've gone home
You should've thought twice before you let it all go
You should've know that word, bout what you did with her
Would get back to me...
And I should've been there, in the back of your mind
I shouldn't be asking myself why
You shouldn't be begging for forgiveness at my feet...
You should've said no, baby and you might still have me

You can see that I've been crying
And baby you know all the right things: to say
But do you honestly expect me to believe
We could ever be the same...
You say that the past is the past, you need one chance
It was a moment of weakness and you said yes..."

"Addicted"

I'm so addicted to
All the things you do
When you're going down on me
In between the sheets
All the sounds you make
With every breath you take
It's not like anything
When you're loving me.

Oh girl lets take it slow
So as for you well you know where to go
I want to take my love and hate you till the end.

It's not like you to turn away
From all the bullshit I can't take
It's not like me to walk away

I'm so addicted too
All the things you do
When you're going down on me
In between the sheets
All the sounds you make
With every breathe you take
It's not like anything
When you're loving me!

"Our Song"

I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car.
He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel,
The other on my heart.
I look around, turn the radio down,
He says baby is something wrong?
I say nothing I was just thinking how we don't have a song.
And he says...

Our song is the slamming screen doors,
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window.
When we're on the phone and you talk real low
cause it's late and your mama don't know.
Our song is the way you laugh,
The first date "man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have.
And when I got home ... before I said amen,
Asking God if he could play it again.

I was walking up the front porch steps after everything that day.
Had gone all wrong and been trampled on
And lost and thrown away.
Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin' bed,
I almost didn't notice all the roses.
And the note that said...

Our song is the slamming screen doors,
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window.
When we're on the phone and you talk real low
cause it's late and your mama don't know.
Our song is the way you laugh,
The first date "man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have.
And when I got home ... before I said amen,
Asking God if he could play it again!

Blah!

So tired! So much shit to do! So little time, I feel like I am way over doing myself and have too much shit to do that its impossible to accomplish. So much shit running through my head right now. I haven't sleep in days and when I finally do fall asleep, I sleep like shit! I wanna throw up. I don't wanna be here, I don't wanna do my math homework and I sure the hell don't know why I am posting a dam blog! HUH! BLAH...!

Class Poems

#1 Rainbows above
bears that are plain grumpy,
yet nice at the same time
may remind you of Johnor remind you of a crazy person
but in fact Susie was a crazy person
a very crazy person
went running around the dark room
the rain almost messed up her weave
and it’s glued in.
O, who gives a shit.
Life is too short anyway—live it up!
Hakuna Matata!
Life is sweet and juicy.
If it had a taste, it would be just like gum,
lovely gum that tasted of chalk.
Sometimes I do not like gum.
But when I do, I’m chillin out maxin, relaxin all
cool, and shootin some b-ball outside of school,
starting to make trouble in the neighborhood.
What neighborhood? Where is thissong from?
Umm… song? What the hell?
I am hungry.
Don’t Burger King sound delicious.
O, Susie a.k.a. grannnypanties, you will get it.

#2 Gloomy Sunday
setting itself against death
this is retarded.
Yes, I totally agree.
Why is it raining so much?
Rain sucks! Why can’t it be snow!
Snow is worse, then we have to bundle all up.
So get your velcro boots, strap yourself in, anddemand justice!
If you don’t have velcro then run home,run home and grab a gun.
Go next door and shoot the dog becausehe barks too much.
Get the pooper scooper and clean upthe mess;
make sure you hide yourtracks.
Rain drops keep falling on my head,
wind cuts into my soul,dead worms on wet pavement.
You should see what the person before me wrote.
What a donkey.The jackass wrote about some guy’s eye,
how weird the guy’s eye was,or how ugly his face look.
His face look really horrible!
Like the face of Susie when she wakes up in the morning.

Sick

Don't ya hate it when you can't breath or smell out your nose? I surely do. I can't taste anything either. It sucks! Your nose is raw and all red from wiping it so much. You sit there for a while in class and then it just starts running. You cough all the time, can't sleep good, don't have a appetite because you can't taste anything. It just really sucks being sick!

WTF!

So wtf is going on with this place! I feel like I can't even walk to class without being jumped! I am so confused and I could just cry. I get back to my dorm and see 3 UP Police Vehicles, 1 Canton Town Police Car, and 1 Sherif Car. I didn't know what to do or wtf was going on. Then I get back to my room and my roommates freaking out saying "Someone Got Stabbed, Someone Got Stabbed". I laughed and thought nothing of if because that sorta shirt don't happen around here. Then I turn on the TV, its all over the dam news, "18 year old male got stabbed 7 times. He is in Canton-Potsdam Hospital. One boy, 17 years old was arrested but cannot find the others." Are you kidding me??? Something needs to be done and done fast before something happens again and when it does, its gonna be worse! I have never in my whole life had to deal with shit like this and I don't ever want to, that's why I live in the north country!

My Opinion!

Taking my RAW creative writings out of my notebook, was interesting… Some of it I laughed at, others I had no clue what the hell I was even talking about or describing, and the rest made perfect sense. I guess you don’t realize how deep into thought you really go when writing creatively. I found myself fixing a lot of spelling mistakes and other punctuation mistakes but I didn’t add or take anything, I left them how they were. I really enjoyed going back through my notebook and reading and typing what I have wrote in the past 6 weeks.

*Alicia*

Mary Cassatt's Children Playing on the Beach

At the beach the seagulls cry
And the ocean breeze whispers through the air.
The children sit and play,
With nothing on their mind
Except what they're going to make.
The sun is hot on their backs
And wind rustles their hair.
But they don't mind.
No thoughts of yesterday or tomorrow,
Right now is all they know.
Someday they'll be too old to sit
in the sand and make sandcastles all day.
But for today they can sit and play.

By Emily J-B.

Fog

Its all of a sudden very creepy, scary, and foggy. We're no longer on the main highway with street lights and other vehicles. We're all alone! It's as dark as pitch black outside. I can't see 5ft. in front of us. He tries the fog lights and they don't even help. He's driving 20mph and 10mph around the corners that we almost miss. I really can't see anything right now, not even the trees or bushes. He keeps telling me that we're gonna be okay and we're gonna make it, its just gonna take time. I yell, "Ain't there any houses on this dam road anywhere!" I am scared to death that something is going to jump out from the woods or run smack into us. Then I try my cell phone. WHAT! There's no service! Go figure, where out in the middle of no where. Then, there's that dam stop sign I've been waiting to see forever and a day. What a trip that usually takes us 15 minutes but took us about an hour. I hate fog!


*Alicia*

There was this yellow fat cat,
who laid on a brown mat.
He was a brat and sat on
mom's pet rat.
Mom took at bat,
to the yellow fat cat
as she remembered Gus,
her loving pet rat.

*Alicia*

Fights

Everyone sees a fight in their lifetime sometime or another. One night, I was standing outside talking to a couple of friends when all of sudden I see these two guys start yelling and screaming at one another. I was just standing there, starring, when I see the bigger and taller guy start throwing some punches. He hit the other kid like three times before the other kid could even get up and begin swinging, I thought he was done for after the first punch. Then I see blood everywhere! The smaller boy had blood ALL over his face and mouth. I think one of his teeth got knocked out of something, I don't really know to this day because as soon as I saw blood, I peaced out!


*Alicia*

Weird Feelings

There she was, just sitting there in her living room watching the waives roll up on the shore. She couldn't believe how windy it was and how much drift wood had washed up on the shore. Oh how her dad was going to be mad when he gets home from work and has to go pick up all the shit that has washed up. Should she go do it for him? Na, he likes to save some of the wood for her mom's flower garden's or just to keep piled up in the garage. She starts to get this weird feeling in her stomach. As soon as she began to feel sick, the phone rang. It was the hospital! Her dad had been hit leaving work in the parking garage. He was struck in the side by another car! She started freaking out and found out all the details and was told that he was alright. He walked away a few bumps and bruises. Sometimes weird feelings are for real!


*Alicia*

What A Mess

What is this mess? Is she scared? Why is he looking at her this way? The smashed cars are in a garage or parking lot. I am so confused! What a screwed up situation! I have no idea what is going on, I think there may be a connection between these two pictures though. The cars are smashed, one is on top of the other one. Maybe she got in the accident and the guy standing there is upset with her. She looks frightened, scared, worried, and maybe even hurt. The guy is so weird! I don't understand why he is standing there staring at her.


*Alicia*

The Fake Plant

It never moved. It was always just standing there like it was real, alive or something. I think my mom wished she could keep something this beautiful alive. She doesn't have a green thumb. And my brother, sleep walking all the time. And where would he end up? Right in front of that plant, which he thought was the toilet. Thank heavens it wasn't a really plant! I don't know what even happened to it when we moved. But man was my mother proud of her fake plant.


*Alicia*

Pill Of Wood

What a cluttered mess, almost as if someone piled up the wood and just started nailing pieces together here and there. I don't think it took much thought but allot of time. Some pieces are cut straight across the edges and some are cut to a point. It looks as if they started with a old round wooden table in the middle and worked from that. There seems to be some kind of date on one of the boards. It looks to be sitting inside an old garage or barn. Its very dark inside the building. The only light is the light pointed directly on this pile of wood.


*Alicia*

How Do I Love Thee? Poem By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

If I could have just one wish,
I would wish to wake up everyday
to the sound of your breath on my neck,
the warmth of your lips on my cheek,
the touch of your fingers on my skin,
and the feel of your heart beating with mine...
Knowing that I could never find that feeling
with anyone other than you.
- Courtney Kuchta -