Blank Paper

                                                                                   At first, I would try and draw. But anyone that knows me would know that the only things I can draw are cats. But this time around I tried to draw a flower, looking at it makes me remember why I’m not profound when it comes to drawing flowers. To cover the flower, I try to write a poem. When I finished the poem I go over it and try to fix all the words that fell into the poem without meaning too. Maybe in the end it would be a beautiful mess, but I don’t have that high of hopes.

Tomorrow

The future is the smoke of tomorrow                                                                          All we ever talk about is this smoke                      Even know, the smoke gets blown away by the day                                                                              What if we lived for today?                                        I believe we would have more of tomorrow                  But even as I write this, smoke is holding me back                                                                        Maybe one day when we are old                            Smoke will have no hold                                                                                                                              

Strong as a Horse

    I walked to my friends house after school, because my car was taken away by my mom. She said that I drive to fast. That I would hit a animal, which has already happened before. In my defense; it was a bird that flew a crossed the road and tried to punch my car. It wasn't my fault. It was the bird's. As I got to the door of Taylor's blue house, I knocked hoping I wouldn't have to wait too long. Because the sky looked like it was going to have a melt down and rain. It needs to get its feeling fixed, because I hate rain. As Taylor opened the door she said "You will never guess who called!".  

Life in 2054

Our life will be the same in some ways. It's going to be like the 80's, and how we think that our parents are crazy thinking that their phones and everything were so cool. But one thing that will change, is how people will read. Reading on paper will still happen, but things like ipads will take over.

The Scottish Thistle

Because I was wanting to get into the Scottish side of my family and the fact that my dad was so happy about learning more about the legends in Scotland; I started dong more research. I was trying to think about what I already knew about Scotland, and the only thing that came across in my mind was the thistle. The legend about the thistle starts off, talking about how there is Scottish warriors sleeping on the ground and how one little thistle saved their lives. It's really good and I suggest you go and read it.

The Magic of Walking

When I'm walking time stops. I get to walk by the past and get to see what tomorrow would have been. If life would have stayed for some. I think about what their life was like, if their stayed by their family's side. I believe that there is magic while walking here.

I Hate Public Speaking

I find that public speaking is a very dark place. Even know public speaking is an everyday thing, I still mess up. Before I have to do anything that involves public speaking, I freak out or I am way to calm. That is always a bad sign.