Solar Powered Girl i swear to god, i'm a solar powered girl. What do you mean?i'm a solar powered girl. I know, but, what do you mean?i thrive on sunlight. when it's gone i feel hopeless. Hopeless? It can't be that bad.it's why i hate the sunset. i hate saying goodbye to the sun. i hate saying goodbye. But you're not saying goodbye. You're simply saying goodnight.either way, i hate it. but sunrise... oh, sunrise. i greet it each morning with a welcome smile. i love sunrise. I suppose that would explain why you're always up so early.i suppose so. So what do you do on days it's cloudy? What do you do on gray, overcast days?i cry. In all seriousness,
Playgrounds and Chocolate Malt Playgrounds and Chocolate MaltsCharacters (in order of appearance)Airhead Mom: Rupert's mother, clueless trophy wife Lucy's Mom: Lucy's mother, a gossip Michael's Mom: Michael's mother, also a gossip Rupert: Age 5, spoiled and a but slow Michael: Age 5, trouble maker, typical boy Lucy: Age 5, has an attitudeScene I:It is a noisy playground in the middle of the summer. The playground has slides, swings, and a jungle gym. Park benches are on the sides for the parents to sit and watch. Children run around playing. They chase each other and yell and laugh, but the scene is focused on three mothers talking on a bench.Airhea
The Hole I found a hole in me the other day.A tear, really.So I started pick, pick, picking at it,Ripping it, little by little, pulling it backAnd revealing a bright, shiny, new me.Either the me I was becoming,Or the me I wanted to become.Who knows? Maybe it's both.Whatever me it is,She is slowly being revealed to the world.Slowly.The current me does not shed her skin at once.Change does not happen like that.It would be impossible.So for now, the tear – the hole – growsUntil the day I shed my skin unnoticed,The change fully upon me,A new hole beginning to form.
The Stars The stars were in your hair that night.I reached out and I pulled them from the skyAnd I weaved them into your hair.You glittered stardust all night longAnd so I ran my hands through your hair,Hoping that the starts I weaved inWould rub off on me.I wanted to glitter like you.Even without the stars in your hair,You glittered.I watched as you pulled a star from your hairAnd weaved it into mine.You weaved our fingers together at the same timeAnd you told me that I didn't need stars to glitter, either.
12 Years 1.A sea of puppies to choose from.We chose you,Your fur was softAnd I was four and wanted to call you "Fluffy."We decided on "Jett,"Because of the way you raced around the yard.Mom came home from work,Completely surprised.Getting you had been a spur-of-the-moment thing.Purebred black lab, 4 months old, free.2.You had an affinity for brightly colored socks.You would steal them from my floorAnd a few days later,They would be out in the yard.I had many mismatched socks.Once, a neighbor boy left his socks in the sandbox.You got them, and, well,Mom found them a few days laterAfter nature had done its duty.
Freeze I wish I could go backAnd freeze time.You would be wellAnd I would be happy.I would spend more time with youAnd I would know what happiness is.Because happiness is playing with youAnd laughing when you lick my face.Happiness is not sitting here worriedAnd crying and afraid of losing you.I will lose youAnd I won't know what to do.I just wish I could go backAnd freeze time.
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