Friday, December 16, 2011

WANTED

Name: Lindi DeMars
Sex: Female
Height: 5 foot 5 inches
Hair Color: Brown
Last seen: @ SGHS

This mischievous women seems to ‘do’ before she thinks.
An awful crime she has committed had caused her to fleet
out of Big Timber. She wanted the job done and all the money
from the bank ASAP but obviously didn’t realize the FBI would be      
watching for her all over the US. She better start thinking otherwise
we  plan to find her. If you have any further information on this
woman or have seen her within the last 24 hours please contact us
          at 1-800-FBI-discovery.

Friday, December 9, 2011

To be present, or absent. . .

To be present, or absent, which one do I want?
Either way I’m going to be miserable
The ridiculousness of the rich and famous
Or to put out the light of day,
No more. Kill me – closed eyes-
Forever; end sadness
Bad happenings will occur no more
For me, or my body to go through. It’s a big
Possibility I’m considering. To die is
Like sleeping, when you sleep you dream.
But if I die I won’t dream.
This continually runs through my mind,
The second thoughts are always there
They haunt us still we do something about it,
Why do we put up with growing pains in life?
Mean insults, heartbreaks,
And governmental flaw’s.
Why do bad things happen to the good?
I could call it quits with one simple blade?
Why keep holding the pain inside, about to burst,
But then what? Seems too simple--
I have not explored my life fully
I will not complete my bucket list
The frightening thought of death
Makes us all cowards,
Too much thinking adds in loads of frustration on the brain
The craziness puts me to a halt.
But shhh, Ophelia is arriving!
I hope she has remembered me in her prayer.

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Thanksgiving

Thankful, thankful am I
For Thanksgiving Day. Browns,
oranges, and gold.
Time off from school before and after.
Anticipation of familiar smells and tastes.
The aroma of the browning, buttered, turkey,
filled with onion and sage stuffing, the homemade
dinner rolls puffed up like clouds smelling of yeast
and allspice and cinnamon wafting from the
pumpkin pie.
Grace, good company, good cheer, and football.
Nap time, a perfect fuzzy day!