The American Dream

The American dream can be interpreted in many ways, for many different people, but what I think it could be is, The people will be rich marry the "trophy husband/wife" have more houses and cars than they can count on their fingers and toes, have possibly one child and spoil them. Being so rich they could do whatever they please. Not work, and stay in one of their huge mansions, or their less big beach house. They would also get whatever they want. Their houses would have movie theaters in them, with as much popcorn as they want. They would have a big, beautiful room to share with their trophy husband or wife.

Mondays

When its Monday, its the hardest to get out of bed. School seems to last forever. No one can function well on Mondays. Monday is the worst day of the week. Provided that there was either a long vacation, or a snow day or no school on friday, it is the worst day of the school week. Unless you are on vacation, and have something planned for monday, you could care less about that day. Everyone hates mondays. Hearing the word "monday" spoken makes me think of being extremely bored, and something that will take a very long time. Most likely everywhere or anywhere you go, monday is the time when you do nothing.

Love

I found my 11th grade English folder and I've decided to write what I've written.

Love is like flowers, your love can die out after a while. Just like flowers if your love brakes it is gone forever, but it can grow again. Although, seeds aren't involved it is pretty much the same thing. Even though flowers don't have a hard time with much, love takes years to find. Human love is very complex and takes more time than flowers to grow. But love can be many different things, in many ways to a lot of people. Love is different for everyone, everyone feels love sooner or later. Love can be exciting, interesting, complex, and even daring.

The Red Coats' Last Victim (poem 4)

The Red Coats' Last Victim
She saw the red coats coming
She thought of what her mother said,
She knew this was her day.
She wanted to hide and go away...

She ran into the barn,
She thought she was safe,
"Why did it have to snow?
It is so cold" she thought.
She heard them come in
She knew they were there,
She couldn't see,
Because of her hair,
She lost her footing
They saw her,
That she knew,

She thought about her family,
And her friends too.
As the red coats surrounded her,
The room went black
She felt the pain from the past
As she is going to the place she never thought she would be at so fast.

She (poem 3)

She
She visits very often.
Shes here to see the people,
The people she loves.
She visits to see the people,
the people she misses most,
the people who love her back.
Shes here now to see me.
She knows I love her back
Its hard to miss her.
She knows it is
She visits very often
To see the ones she loves

The Unseen (poem 2)

The Unseen
Do you know what you do?
You infactuate me
You're interesting, lovely, a great friend
why.
You exist, but aren't real
The most interesting thing in the world
I cant see you
You cant see me
We still know each other
We're friends
but less
the more we dont see each other
the more we forget,
soon we wont remember each other
I'll miss you

poem1

I found these collection of poems that I wrote for english, so I felt like publishing them I'll do one per blog.


Where are all the people
The people like you and me
Where are all the people
The people who live by me
Where are all the people
...and their sanity
The people have lost their minds
saying things they shouldn't say
like, "Fo sho" "nizzle" "word up" and "homie g"
Where are all the people
The people I thought I knew
Where are all the people
the people like you and me