#kimwrits

[kimcanwriteandsocanyou]

poem

an ocean of lights

 a city of stars 

all the perfect nights

 all the painful scare 

with you sitting right beside me 

I always feel at home 

it fills me with glee 

to know you need no longer roam

 graceful like a pure white dove 

what is this new found emotion 

is it the thing that you call love 

it feels more like a potion 

upon my lips a perfect kiss 

this my dear is our love story 

it makes my heart team with bliss 

for you are all my glory.

[kimcanwriteandsocanyou]

poem

*tap tap tap*

I can hear

*tap tap tap*

is he sending a message?

*tap tap tap*

or is he simply bored?

*tap tap tap*

what is he thinking?

*tap tap tap*

is he thinking of me?

*tap tap tap*

is it morse code?

*tap tap tap*

is each tap a word?

*tap tap tap*

could it be I love you?

*tap tap tap*

go away?

*tap tap tap*

his head is turned away

*tap tap tap*

is the message for some other girl?

*tap tap -

he stops. . . no more taps.

he switches hans and places his chin in the other.

our eyes meet.

!

an idea!

I place my hand on my desk

*tap tap tap*

[kimcanwriteandsocanyou]

poem

His eyes so beautiful it almost hurts

His smile so sweet it’s like a curse

He looks at me with such curiosity

His mind is my city

The twists and turns of every thought.

I sit alone and slowly rote

I look at him when he can’t see,

When I know that he too looks at me.

What is this thing you call love?

Its worse than a push or a shove

It might be just what I’m looking for

Or leave me rotting to the core.

[kimcanwriteandsocanyou]

I say I hate this

I say I hate that

you tell me hate is a strong word

I know

thats why I used it.

[kimcanwriteandsocanyou]

poem

a girl in the shadows

far from the rest

hides in the corner

trying to stay in one piece

no one knows her name

but a boy

he watches from a far

he sees her in the corner

always alone

and he falls in love

but he cant bring himself to say a thing

one day she doesn’t show

days turn into weeks

weeks turn into months 

and he know

he’s to late

she’s gone

[kimcanwriteandsocanyou]

poem

the color red can mean so many things

it’s a symbol of love

at the same time meaning death and pain

it could simply be a favorit color

or what you chose to wear

or maybe someones face in a funny situation

but to me it will always be just 

the color red

[kimcanwriteandsocanyou]

I’m back

i know i’ve been dead for a while, but hopefully i’ll be posting at least once a week again

[kimcanwriteandsocanyou]

skit for history class

Helmet: come get you authentic spartan helmet today!

Hat: michigan state spartan hats for sale!

(customer walks over to Hemet merchant.)

C: how much are they?

Helmet: only $100

C:wow that's a lot of money!

Hat: why buy that ancient trash when you can buy a Michigan state spartan hat for $99.99!

C:wow that is cheap!

Helmet: 25% off now it’s $75!

Hat: did you know that the mettle is fake?

Helmet: and yours is made from pig but.

Hat: at least I don’t smell like one. . .

Let it sink in

Hat: 71% off final offer $25!

Helmet: if you buy mine I’ll give you a free rock!

Hat: if you buy mine I’ll give you three free rock’s

C: ya know? I’m just going to let you two sort this out.

(customer walks away and the merchants throw hats at each other.)

we needed to make a skit about the Spartans and the Athens and this is what happened.