Time is What You Make of It. by Silent-Willow, literature
Literature
Time is What You Make of It.
Ride run, stand stood
Always on the move
Just a blur
As you stride down the
Sidewalk
Sit sat, stay still
Always being idle
A perfect
Still life drawing
Walking walk, go far
Always taking your time
Because you don't go too fast
You don't say still
And the day goes by
As fast or slow as you wish
I struggle to find
a place to belong
in this big
extrodinary
broken world.
I walk through
the long halls
just waiting for them
to swallow me whole.
Every morning
I look in the mirror
but all I see
is the very thing I hate.
Sitting in class
I can feel the stares.
All of those things are
looking straight at me.
Like I am the star
of the show,
but all I think is,
that I am the runt of the litter.
The thing I want to do
need to do
is spread my wings
and take flight
away from this broken world.
Once upon a time there was a small village in Washington. In that small town there lived a little girl who wore a red cape and hood when ever she went out, so everyone called her Little Red Red and even her Facebook name was Little Red Red. She was cheery and preppy, with blond hair and hazelnut eyes. Every one in the village was very fond of her, and her mother very proud.
One morning, she asked her mother if she could walk over to her grandmother's house. "What a wonderful idea, sweet pea, pick up some soup from Publix on your way, too. She did text me that she was not feeling well." Little Red Red nodded and was on her way. As she was wal
I feel like a balloon,
Floating high above the clouds
I can see the world beneath me
Like they are my people and I am their king
I think I can touch the sun when,
Suddenly everything goes black,
And there is a light
At the end of the tunnel
And I think it might be the way out
Start to walk towards it
Then there is a noise
An ear-peiceing noise
On that makes you want to cover your eyes
Put your head into a soft pillow
Let all your fears drift away
And as the light gets closer
The noise gets louder
And now it's a train
Full speed ahead
Aim on me
I am gone now
And I feel like a balloon.