Classmate Response #2

Random Impulse #5

Puppet Master

Hope is the strings
that keep me holding on
like a mere puppet

The hands are yours,
shaking as they do,
too afraid to put me down.
Spinning in circles
while the strings intertwine
between love
and hate

Dancing on the stage
in front of the crowd,
yet dying behind closed curtains,
as I am becoming broken
from being tossed around
for too many years.

Once I am near
to the end,
you find me shredded into
shattered pieces,
the strings almost ripped
all the way off again,
and so you pick me up,
analyzing every way to handle me,
still too afraid to drop me.

Slowly you paint my smile back on
and glue together the broken pieces.

Just as I start to come back to life
you feel relieved.

Then once again
you drop me.

Random Impluse #4

Baby poem

A long silver snake shoots liquid acid from its open mouth
Into the gaping cream mouth of a gaint fish below.
The acid burns the mouth of the silent fish.
White smoke floats up to touch my nacked skin.
My mother holds me above the foul clear liquid
My delicate toes hover mere inches from certain death.
The snake turns away from the fish as my mother places me in.
I scream in pain, though I feel none.
The acid licks over my skin, but no harm befalls me.
Slimy green goop touch my body chasing the warmth from my flesh.
The acid pours over me once more.
My mother lifts me from the gaint fish as the now cloudy liquid drips from my toes.
The fish which held me safely moments before gulps the tainted liquid.
I cry out once more.
The snake and fish wait silently for me
Until my trial is repeated once again.

Random Impluse #3

Bad Emo Poem

I cry as liquid death rains down on me.
Pain binds me with chains of darkness
Keeping my broken wings from flying once again.

Junk Yard #2

1.  My friend and I were watching a movie the other day and a skeleton floating across the TV.  She then looked at me and with a straight face said,  "Cookies!"  What was she thinking? 

2.  "I'm not short.  I'm fun sized!"

3.  "I'm ready!  I'm ready!"

4.  "Pale is the new tan!"

5.   "I'm not crazy.  I just live in a different reality then you."

Classmate Response #1

Random Impulse

is there anyone out there
whose actions aren't run by alterior motives

is there anyone out there who still appreciates honesty
who doesnt strain to exercise honest
despite the fact that we are Inherently Imperfect

is there anyone who is ruled by their honest word
if you are without honesty, then who are you?

people fade then disappear behind falsehood
is there anyone out there?

Posted by AngieBabie8907 at 2:44 PM


As I was reading this I used stood what the writer was trying to tell me, but my only problem was that I wish there had been more of it. 

Random Impluse #2

The Savior

Today I meet the one that will make me whole.
His copper hair shines in the sun from across the yard where he plays.
He walks to me with innocent eyes not caring that I am broken.
My heart swells for the first time since I lost the one I loved.

He does not care that I still love another.
He dose not care that I can not love him yet.
He wants to put me back together.
He wants to show me it is okay to love once again.

He is the only one that will understand.
He is the piece I have been missing.
He is the only one that can save me from myself.

He will never choose another.
He will be mine till the end of time.
My copper solider; Who's love will bring me out of darkness
And lead me back into the light where I belong.

My heart still beats slowly,
Its wounds still not fully healed,
But the day has finally come.
I am not alone any longer.

Random Impluse #1

At Night

The night was long and hard as I lay awake thinking of him.
The way he used to make me happy.
The way he used to make me mad.
The way he used to lick away my tears when I was sad.

I look up at the ceiling with tears cradled in my eyes
As I think of all the time I wasted when he was by my side.
He is in a better place, where I can not follow
Until my life is done.
I wish I was beside him in that land across the star filled sky,
But I can only lay awake in my bed and cry.

My heart is broken laying on the floor,
My eyes are red and burning,
And my mind is foggy,
Unclear and uncaring of what is happening around me.
I sob alone for the one I lost
The pain will just not heal.

I lost him more than two years ago,
His last breath burned into my brain.
I can still see his eyes the last time he looked at me.
In that instant he forgave me, but I am unable to forgive myself.

The road will be long and the journey will be hard,
But one day I will remember him and smile.
I will think of him and not feel pain, but joy.
That day has not arrived just yet, so I cry.
For in my mind I am alone.

Junk Yard

1. My best friend once said this to a checkout lady and I could not stop laughing after wards.  We had been staying in line to buy a shirt and we had finally made it up to the counter when this conversation happened.  "Hi, can I help you?" "No, I just waited in line 15 minutes to say Hi."  If you can't my best friend is a bit of a smart ass.

2. This happened three days ago with one of my other friends.  I asked her how her trip to TN had been and this little chat started.  "OMG! How did you find out?"  "Facebook."  The look on her face was priceless.

3. I am not the type of person that is very affectionate, so when I do show ant type of affection toward my father this normally happens.  "Dad, I love you."  "I Don't Have Any Money!"

4. A good amount of my friends keep very odd hours.  When most normal people are going to sleep they are just pulling themselves out of bed.  A week ago I got a phone call at 3 am and to tell you the truth I AM NOT A MORNING PERSON!  "Hey are you asleep?"  "No, I'm skydiving."  The bad part is that she believed me...

5. In my house if you say something that is completely apparent my father will look at you and say, "No Shit Sherlock!".  I am usually on the brunt end of that comment.