Blanket Poem

Warm, fuzzy, compressed,
I'm bundeled into a ball.
Like a catipiler in a crysilist.
I love the whole 8 hours we spend together at night,
Tight and secured.
The worst part of it all, is facing the enemy,
His name is the sun.
Waking up and having to leave my blanket in the morning,
is one of lifes hardest challenges.

Flame poem

The Flame was burning. 
Something that can be so beautiful can cause so much destruction and pain.             
Look a fly. 
It dove into the flame and disapierd.

Goatee, Mysterious package, Phone poem

There he was, it was midnight and he was creeping around the house.  I was young then, so I was scared.  I heard a ringing noise, probably from a a phone, so I snuck downstairs to see who it was.  What i saw came to my surprise.  He had a long white goatee.  His slow careful tacit movements were that of a panther.  He then took out a mysterious package from his bag and put it under my christmas tree, and when I blinked he was gone.

Random words from the dictionary Poem

All I can think about is pizza.
I impute the idea to malice anyone that touches my pizza.
It has effected me to the point that I need neurosurgery to forget about it.
It has so many far-out toppings too.
It has peperonni on it, like pips on dice.
My mouth drools to the point where I need a sponge to soak it all up.
Every bite I take tastes like heaven.
As if im drinking an elixir.
My gravitational pull to pizza is so large I need to be dragged out of the store.

Winter

The compressing, the crunch, the cool touch that sends a chill down your spine.  The warmth of your jacket that counteracts the chill of the snow. The pure witeness of the snow meeting the cloudy sky on the horizon.  More pure than any bleach imaginable.  The warmth that takes over your body with the little gust of heat with the first step inside.  The sip of hot chocolate with little smarsh mellows floating around like lilly pads on a lake.  Winter.

The basketball-Mrs. Molloy

Spencer:  Okay Okay so let’s call Mrs. Molloy to see if she can give us a ride.

Liam:  Okay I have her number on speed dial.  One sec.

(He takes out his phone and realizes it’s out of battery)

Liam:  Darn My phones dead.

Spencer:  Okay keep your cool.  Don’t worry she’s my Facebook friend I’ll just log onto my account and see if she’s online.

Liam:  What you guys are friends?!

Liam:  I looked her up and her Facebook doesn’t exist.

Spencer:  That’s what she wants students to think. 

Spencer:  She has a Facebook under a fake name so she can’t be friended.  She only told me about it because I always lose my assignments so she has to send me them again also we like to chat about gossip girl.

Liam:  Oh I love that show I think the gossip girl is Vanessa.

Spencer:  No way it’s definitely Jenny.

Liam:  Okay stop getting side tracked is she online?